Post by ` `shadsywadsy. on Jul 8, 2013 21:26:11 GMT -5
You'll never bring me down
You'll never tear me apart
I am alive
I am alive again
Windclan was not known for its inhabitants to be fond of the forest. So, consequently, there was not many patrols nor cats that roamed around the small part of the forest that intruded onto Windclan's borders. It was not necessarily stale of Windclan scent, the scent was still strong and well fortified, as long as you didn't stray too far from the borders. Prey wasn't necessarily abundant here either, at least, not the kind of prey that Windclanners enjoyed hunting. Windclan's tastes ran more for the rabbit and field mice that roamed the moors, not the chipmunks and occasional toad one might find in the forest.
Yet, on this warm Greenleaf day, if one looked hard enough through the rays of sun and into the foliage of the small forest, you would have seen the mottled fur of a tortoiseshell she-cat. Her lithe form, the only thing that looked Windclan about her, jumped from shadow to shadow silently, landing with perfect grace. Hardly a sound was emitted from her leaps, for she was stalking, following. She stalked from the shadows, where her dark fur was disguised easier. Her light green eyes were focused on one thing and one thing only - the unsuspecting chipmunk. Its tiny paws held a leaf on which it nibbled, every once in a while glancing for predators. But it's gaze never fell upon the brindle she-cat. No, she was too quick for it, too silent. And the wind was nonexistent today, letting the hot, humid air sit in its place, unmoving. Finally, she decided that leaping around the creature wasn't fun anymore.
She stopped behind it and let her body drop low to the ground. She held her tail up and let her body hover just above the ground, the classic hunting pose of a Thunderclanner. She had learned to perfect the stance, adding in her own characteristics to best fit her small, aerodynamic frame. Paw steps by silent paw step the she-cat closed in on her prey. The sun was to her back, dappling her coat with patterns of the leaves high the trees. It only added to her camouflage. If she wasn't moving and untrained eye was glancing, she probably would have been nearly invisible. But as she closed in on her prey, she held her breath. Not even her breathing would mess up this kill. She had stalked this creature long enough to know it was rabies free, most likely, and though small, the clan would be glad to have it.
When she was close enough, she shifted her weight to her back paws, using them as springs to propel her forward through the air. Her small body flying through the air was as graceful as a bird's flight. She was calm, silent, centered as her paws closed in on the poor creature. It saw her shadow a moment too late and its last attempt at escape was futile. It was dead before her back paws reached the ground. Though, her kill was a little messy, blood having been squirted all over her paws, it was a kill nevertheless, and the apprentices would be glad to see it. Her clan was starving, and if she had to resort to Thunderclan hunting strategies to get food she would. She herself hadn't eaten since last night, and the sun had passed noon high a while ago.
Thanking the Starclan she still believed in, maybe futilely, for the prey she had killed, she buried it, hoping that her silent kill might allow her to catch some other unsuspecting prey. She began to roam the small forest once more, but this time not bothering with shadows. She would just stay alert, and hope that her confidence wouldn't scare off some other prey. She was awful close to the Shadowclan border, but it didn't really bother too much. Shadowclan cats never did. She was not one to judge, and they were just trying to survive just as she was.
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