|
|
Post by xx snakey on Nov 26, 2009 0:11:17 GMT -5
Silverflower It was a nice day, and Silverflower really just wanted to lay around, run her self and wonder how she was going to tell Duskpelt about her kits. But instead she was sitting by the river, watching fish and day dreaming. She needed company, something to take her mind of things. She really needed a friend. She didn't know many cats in the clans, and really, really, she didn't care. Most of them had no personality, they couldn't carry a conversation. Oh! Where was Duskpelt when she needed him? He was so articulate, so mind numbingly smart and easy to talk to. He was charming, caring, loving, and most of all, loyal. But he couldn't be her whole life, that was obsession. The brush rustled behind her, but she didn't start. Let it come, whatever it is, I'm ready. She thought, flicking her tail off handedly. |
|
|
|
Post by fren on Nov 26, 2009 14:51:08 GMT -5
He looked up at the clear skies and the warm, radiating sun whose claws raked across his back. Closing his eyes, he sat and let his rusty-red colored mask soak up the heat. It was nice to finally get away from the grey, thick clouds and the chilly over cast days. Although his favorite season just had to be leaf bare, and believe me he couldn't wait for it's arrival, he just knew he was going to miss the comfort of the prey filled, relaxing, Green Leaf season.
The tom padded forward, his eyes fixated on a small shrub that had rustled, but only slightly. He gave a quick glance to the trees to make sure it hadn't been the wind, and their still somberness confirmed the prospects of prey. With his long fur, Elmpelt found it hard to keep the underbrush from making noise as it brushed against his long strands of fur. Finally, however, he could see the soft ebony fur of a dark river vole lurking within. ' Poor thing, ' he thought, wondering what it would be like to be the prey instead of the hunter. He shrugged off the feeling and leapt into the brush, grabbing at it with his long claws and reeling it closer. Unfortunately, the vole had been smaller than he'd suspected and it effortlessly slipped through his paws and into its borough. He dug at the ground, but the shrub's roots were too thick for him to dig through.
Finally, with an exhausted expression written all over his face, he immerged, only to see a she-cat basking in the glorious day, by the river herself. Her silver pelt was mid-length and caught the sun in a peculiar fashion. He was a little startled by the fact that she hadn't turned around at the sound of his presence, as he would have done. Knowing himself all to well, he figured he would have over reacted slightly and lunged at the shrub. It was miscommunication like this that often led to him being disliked. Although he knew of Silverflower, from her just being a clan-mate, he did not actually talk with her. He was a social cat, but rarely spoke with anyone he didn't know. " Evening, " he replied in a most formal way.
|
|
|
|
Post by xx snakey on Nov 26, 2009 15:14:35 GMT -5
Silverflower Silverflower started a bit, surprised it hadn't been a fox. Why she'd expected a fox, she didn't know. The she-cat roused herself to her paws and leaned forward in a long stretch, her toes tickling the river. The heaviness in her belly reminded her of her deliema. She turned, yawning slightly and leaning over to lick her flank. She'd been sitting in that one spot for longer then she'd thought. "Hello, Elmpelt." Her voice was soft and she stopped again to lick her belly. She couldn't help but notice she was obviously gaining weight. I hope I don't kit in leaf-bare... She thought absently, then smiled at Elmpelt. "Fine evening isn't it? How are you?" She meowed, trying to be pleasent. At last! Company! |
|
