Post by india on Mar 25, 2016 9:44:30 GMT
Silverpelt shone deep indigo, with thousands of pinpricks of light illuminating the sky, alongside a magnificent half-moon. Ever since the beginning of new-leaf, with longer days, Sagethorn felt the urge to be out later, chasing prey under the stars. The breeze was chilled, but brought a fresh scent that invigorated the young warrior’s senses. Her silver coat gleamed in the night, each step dampening her petite paws with dew. She lifted her small pink nose to the wind, scenting a mouse searching for seeds nearby. Immediately she went into hunting mode, lowering her body to the ground to slink forward delicately toward the juicy mouse. Each paw step was oh-so-carefully placed, barely making a whisper of a sound, if any sound at all. It could’ve been mistaken for the wandering breeze that swept through the moor land grasses.
With an almighty leap Sagethorn sailed through the air, landing squarely upon her intended prey. With a swift bite to the neck the mouse was hers. She scratched some dirt onto the fresh-kill, after saying a blessing to StarClan, to save it for later in the night when she returned to camp. It was possible she could locate a few more tasty morsels that she could be add to her collection before turning in for the night. From her current vantage point Sagethorn gazed out across the rolling hills of the moors, the colors muted from the night but still noticeably fresh and green. Sagethorn inhaled deeply, enjoying the many different smells that tingled her nose. This was home, her beautiful home. Suddenly the rustle of a creature in the grasses caught her delicate ears. She peered about, twitching her whiskers and attempting to locate her next victim. There! A nice, plump rabbit ripe for the picking. StarClan was smiling upon her this night.
The silver-furred warrior became utterly soundless, practically gliding through the thick grasses and heather. The rabbit seemed to sense her presence and glanced about uneasily. Suddenly it lost its nerve and flew away with a burst of energy and fear. With a yowl of defiance Sagethorn sailed after it, giving into the rush and excitement of the hunt. Her long claws dug deep into the springy moorland earth, propelling her forward, her legs taking long strides that aided in her speed. The rabbit was so close that she could hear its tiny heart beating a million miles a minute. Her extended claws just barely missed the tuft of its tail- she strained to sprint faster, but she was losing her breath and the rabbit seemed to only get further away. Finally she gave in, realizing she had lost her plump piece of prey as the distance between them only grew wider and wider.
With a lash of her tail and an indignant huff, Sagethorn turned back toward camp, surprised at how far she had chased the rabbit. She paused to give her chest a few licks before starting back at a slow pace. The night was beautiful and fresh, and she was going to enjoy it for as long as possible. The sound of the soft breeze and rustling grasses, the scent of dew and new-leaf, the glow of the stars and moon – everything was just right. She found herself suddenly wondering if every cat was already asleep, or if any others had come out to enjoy the wonderful night.
With an almighty leap Sagethorn sailed through the air, landing squarely upon her intended prey. With a swift bite to the neck the mouse was hers. She scratched some dirt onto the fresh-kill, after saying a blessing to StarClan, to save it for later in the night when she returned to camp. It was possible she could locate a few more tasty morsels that she could be add to her collection before turning in for the night. From her current vantage point Sagethorn gazed out across the rolling hills of the moors, the colors muted from the night but still noticeably fresh and green. Sagethorn inhaled deeply, enjoying the many different smells that tingled her nose. This was home, her beautiful home. Suddenly the rustle of a creature in the grasses caught her delicate ears. She peered about, twitching her whiskers and attempting to locate her next victim. There! A nice, plump rabbit ripe for the picking. StarClan was smiling upon her this night.
The silver-furred warrior became utterly soundless, practically gliding through the thick grasses and heather. The rabbit seemed to sense her presence and glanced about uneasily. Suddenly it lost its nerve and flew away with a burst of energy and fear. With a yowl of defiance Sagethorn sailed after it, giving into the rush and excitement of the hunt. Her long claws dug deep into the springy moorland earth, propelling her forward, her legs taking long strides that aided in her speed. The rabbit was so close that she could hear its tiny heart beating a million miles a minute. Her extended claws just barely missed the tuft of its tail- she strained to sprint faster, but she was losing her breath and the rabbit seemed to only get further away. Finally she gave in, realizing she had lost her plump piece of prey as the distance between them only grew wider and wider.
With a lash of her tail and an indignant huff, Sagethorn turned back toward camp, surprised at how far she had chased the rabbit. She paused to give her chest a few licks before starting back at a slow pace. The night was beautiful and fresh, and she was going to enjoy it for as long as possible. The sound of the soft breeze and rustling grasses, the scent of dew and new-leaf, the glow of the stars and moon – everything was just right. She found herself suddenly wondering if every cat was already asleep, or if any others had come out to enjoy the wonderful night.
