Post by skyy and her socks on Mar 6, 2016 10:57:30 GMT
Sunlight, from high above it glared down onto the fields that made up the bulk of RiverClan’s territory. It clung to each strand of slowly browning grass, danced off the leaves of the trees that scattered the vast expanse. It radiated a heat that felt much more like greenleaf than it did newleaf. Especially as each ray sunk into Sootdash’s heavy black pelt, right through to his skin and toward his very bones. It seared, despite the lack of power, a potent reminder of situations to come, where he would be ducking and darting for water or shade for several long moons.
For the time being, he dismissed it, blue eyes focused on his path ahead. His tail held itself low and still behind the stalking feline, the black tom making a beeline toward the fields. Why – beyond the chance of catching a mouse or a rabbit – escaped him, however that would never be a deterrent from a place where he would likely have time to think, to breath in peace. The river seemed only to attract others, a constant burr in his side when all he sought was to focus. Maybe that was part of his reasoning. The fields would always be the less popular of RiverClan’s hunting grounds.
With a small grunt, the black tom pushed himself under one of the lower bars of the twoleg fence, into the bulk of the field, his gaze scanning the expanse, with little care to the sheep that slowly flitted their way across the area. They matter very little to him. Yet, it was another scent, catching on the breeze that blew from behind him, that made the warrior pause. Sootdash looked back his shoulder, back toward the river and the camp, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. It seemed, by scent, he might have company. He wouldn’t take a guess if it was planned or unplanned, however. The clan did move in mysterious ways.
However, Sootdash straightened himself, and peered across the area, waiting for a noise or a slip, an indication of who might be further there. A scent at that distance only indicated a clan-mate, beyond that, he couldn’t hazard a guess. “If you seek to follow me intentionally, your sneaking skills need work,” he meowed after a moment, not bothering to raise his voice. If the cat wasn’t close enough, well, that gave him no hint for concern, after all.
For the time being, he dismissed it, blue eyes focused on his path ahead. His tail held itself low and still behind the stalking feline, the black tom making a beeline toward the fields. Why – beyond the chance of catching a mouse or a rabbit – escaped him, however that would never be a deterrent from a place where he would likely have time to think, to breath in peace. The river seemed only to attract others, a constant burr in his side when all he sought was to focus. Maybe that was part of his reasoning. The fields would always be the less popular of RiverClan’s hunting grounds.
With a small grunt, the black tom pushed himself under one of the lower bars of the twoleg fence, into the bulk of the field, his gaze scanning the expanse, with little care to the sheep that slowly flitted their way across the area. They matter very little to him. Yet, it was another scent, catching on the breeze that blew from behind him, that made the warrior pause. Sootdash looked back his shoulder, back toward the river and the camp, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. It seemed, by scent, he might have company. He wouldn’t take a guess if it was planned or unplanned, however. The clan did move in mysterious ways.
However, Sootdash straightened himself, and peered across the area, waiting for a noise or a slip, an indication of who might be further there. A scent at that distance only indicated a clan-mate, beyond that, he couldn’t hazard a guess. “If you seek to follow me intentionally, your sneaking skills need work,” he meowed after a moment, not bothering to raise his voice. If the cat wasn’t close enough, well, that gave him no hint for concern, after all.
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