Post by Raccoonfur on Feb 10, 2011 11:36:30 GMT -7
Silver moonlight blessed the land, sheltering the camp in colours that more or less matched a dove’s wing. Cast across the camp rested the sleeping shadows, which shifted in the chilled Leafbare breeze. Heartless howls escaped the branches of the pine trees, which spread sickly sweet pine needles over the marshland. Sighing, the red calico she-cat pushed her way through the thorn barrier of the camp with a half-frozen lizard hanging limply from her jaws; she had been out way before the sun went down and it was already moonhigh. However, in that lengthy period of time, she had only caught one thin, measly piece of prey and found a few frost-ruined berries to show for it. Instinct told her that she would go hungry again tonight – the kits and others had to be fed first, even if she hadn’t eaten all day.
Placing the prey dismally onto the small fresh kill pile, the red Calico poked her nose into the pile to check the food, and almost immediately she found a small, incredibly thin vole at the very bottom of the pile. Its fur was rippling with movement and it smelled foul – it was crowfood; way too old to eat now and a common thing in Leafbare. Picking it up in her tips of her teeth, she carefully plucked it out and took it outside of camp to bury it. Glancing at her paws for a moment, the ShadowClan Warrior’s ears twitched and she had an idea. Crowfood... If she was having a hard time finding food, it meant that of course other predators were in the same trouble! Instead of burying it, she left it in the clearing and backed into the shadows to hide. Almost immediately an old crow circled overhead, cawing down to the earth.
That’s right, the she-cat thought, her paws prickling at the thought of catching the old bird. Come and eat the crowfood... To her pleasure, the crow swooped down and landed on the earth; black feathers were worn down and its black, beady eyes looked defeated. It was really old... But it had some meat on it. She had to catch it!
As it tilted its head sharply and leaned down to eat the rotten food, a flash of red darted out and she sunk her claws into its wings, dragging it toward her before lunging toward its throat with her fangs. Its cry of fear was abruptly halted as it fell limply to the ground in the she-cat’s grasp. Feeling it now, she noticed that it too was quite thin, but it would feed some cat if they held their tongue. Tasting the blood that trickled into her mouth, the she-cat closed her eyes and forced herself not to tighten her jaws and tear a piece of meat from its body. No! The Warrior Code says that the younger cats should be fed first. I can’t break it! Turning slowly with the crow in her jaws, she headed back to camp. Rustling behind her was the bird’s long jet-coloured wing, which dragged over the dark, slithering ground. Her name... was Raccoonfur.
OoC; Anyone is welcome.
Tags; Raccoonfur
Word Count; 520
Characters Used; Raccoonfur
Other Comments; I hope this is alright!
Placing the prey dismally onto the small fresh kill pile, the red Calico poked her nose into the pile to check the food, and almost immediately she found a small, incredibly thin vole at the very bottom of the pile. Its fur was rippling with movement and it smelled foul – it was crowfood; way too old to eat now and a common thing in Leafbare. Picking it up in her tips of her teeth, she carefully plucked it out and took it outside of camp to bury it. Glancing at her paws for a moment, the ShadowClan Warrior’s ears twitched and she had an idea. Crowfood... If she was having a hard time finding food, it meant that of course other predators were in the same trouble! Instead of burying it, she left it in the clearing and backed into the shadows to hide. Almost immediately an old crow circled overhead, cawing down to the earth.
That’s right, the she-cat thought, her paws prickling at the thought of catching the old bird. Come and eat the crowfood... To her pleasure, the crow swooped down and landed on the earth; black feathers were worn down and its black, beady eyes looked defeated. It was really old... But it had some meat on it. She had to catch it!
As it tilted its head sharply and leaned down to eat the rotten food, a flash of red darted out and she sunk her claws into its wings, dragging it toward her before lunging toward its throat with her fangs. Its cry of fear was abruptly halted as it fell limply to the ground in the she-cat’s grasp. Feeling it now, she noticed that it too was quite thin, but it would feed some cat if they held their tongue. Tasting the blood that trickled into her mouth, the she-cat closed her eyes and forced herself not to tighten her jaws and tear a piece of meat from its body. No! The Warrior Code says that the younger cats should be fed first. I can’t break it! Turning slowly with the crow in her jaws, she headed back to camp. Rustling behind her was the bird’s long jet-coloured wing, which dragged over the dark, slithering ground. Her name... was Raccoonfur.
OoC; Anyone is welcome.
Tags; Raccoonfur
Word Count; 520
Characters Used; Raccoonfur
Other Comments; I hope this is alright!