Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jun 12, 2010 12:11:52 GMT -5
...E vening:.
.: She has seen, and she has heard. Of what, do some ask? Riverstar's kits is one. Bearpaw's death is another. But most of all, ThunderClan and RiverClan's sudden allegiance. For moons bitter disputes happened between those two conflicting sides, often over the SunningRocks, which ThunderClan claims. But something's going on, and ShadowClan must last under the constant threat of its neighbors.[/blockquote]
Not that it concerned Evening that much, of course, but she prowled in the same forest as the mob cats. She is careful to remain undetected and not take too much, but all loners still need some dwelling place, right? The forest of the clans is hers, and she will keep it in much order as she can. If Dawning were there, she'd be proud. Alas, the white cat had parted to somewhere else. Eve looked down, her eyes expressionless but her heart yearning. We must all move on, she reminded herself, and refocused on her purpose.
The twolegs were away this moon. They left as soon as the coming of green-leaf and scurried off in their giant monster, packed full of random items who-knows-what-cat-would-care. Gone for good, Eve had always hoped, but every time they came back a moon later. Then next green-leaf they were off again. And everytime they find some food supplies missing, and a shredded possession or two.
That's Evening's doing, of course, and that was what she was set upon. Perhaps she cannot dare to reveal herself for ShadowClan to aid them in this chaotic time, but some extra food is always helpful.
She slipped through shadows, her bright green eyes gleaming, and crouched through a tight hole to the basement of the twoleg den that the mouse-brained creatures often overlook. Who knows what goes on in their minds, Eve thought to herself, and padded quietly on the soft, woolen terrain of the indoors.
She knew this den well. There was a stairway, easy on the pads but too tall for small steps so she had to jump. Then the flooring turned to a cold but smooth wood. There was a great white unmoving monster, but it did no harm other than to pathetically attempt to freeze all who awaken it. Nipping the handle, she pulled hard and the door squeaked open. There she worked quickly to nab as much meat as she could carry, and pushed the door close. Her fur was starting to stand and an end from the chilly breeze that swept out from the white thing.
A comfy "rock" was nearby. Eve stretched out for a rest, claws flexing, mildly scraping the object. Suddenly there seemed to be a knock at a window, or something like that. Was it a rustle? A scratch on the door? Crowfood; I need to be more alert next time, Eve clenched her teeth. The lean, black cat swiftly jumped off and scanned the whole room 360 for any signs of twolegs - or was it a cat, or just the wind?
OOC: feel free to join in :3 you can be the noise if you want, or if you don't, i can accomodate and make it just the gentle scraping of a treebranch