Post by ironsides on Jun 21, 2009 18:52:13 GMT -5
Morning was the best time to go hunting. It wasn't to bright, but it was still easy to see any prey foolish enough to be out at such a time. To top it off, the fresh New-leaf air felt good after a brisk run to the pond. It was at this pond that a black she-cat sat waiting, deep blue eyes on the water for the slightest movement. The pond was still largely frozen, though there was a large enough gap at the shoreline that a cat could fish. As Silverstorm watched, a small fish wandered up to the shoreline curiously; as if it was wondering just what a cat would be doing there at that time of day. she quickly showed the prey just what she was doing with a stroke of the paw and a quick hooking motion. The fish flopped about randomly, struggling to breathe in the foreign realm. At last it died, eyes glassed over and tail still quivering.
She dragged the food over into a small pile of fish, now numbering four. She smiled as she dropped the food into the pile, glad that she had gotten so much, despite the fact that it was all young and wouldn't feed many. She gave thanks for the latest catch, glad that Starclan had given such a wonderful place to live; free of threats except for the occasional fox or badger. The young she-cat turned around and went back to the shoreline, an even bigger smile on her face as she imagined what the fish would taste like when she finally got back to the camp. The very thought of camp filled her with even more pride. It was wonderful to live in such a beautiful place, with such an amazing view. the volcano was kind of ugly, but beauty could not be everywhere. Silverstorm had to stifle a laugh at that thought, as she found it strangely funny.
She dragged the food over into a small pile of fish, now numbering four. She smiled as she dropped the food into the pile, glad that she had gotten so much, despite the fact that it was all young and wouldn't feed many. She gave thanks for the latest catch, glad that Starclan had given such a wonderful place to live; free of threats except for the occasional fox or badger. The young she-cat turned around and went back to the shoreline, an even bigger smile on her face as she imagined what the fish would taste like when she finally got back to the camp. The very thought of camp filled her with even more pride. It was wonderful to live in such a beautiful place, with such an amazing view. the volcano was kind of ugly, but beauty could not be everywhere. Silverstorm had to stifle a laugh at that thought, as she found it strangely funny.