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Post by faith on Dec 16, 2007 19:03:35 GMT -5
Destinedpaw walked cuatiously into the thicker parts of the brush trying to scent out any prey her stomache growling furiously at her. That'd teach her for getting up so late after sun up. She looked up at the sun now and muffled a sigh, nearly sun high and the branches, bare of leaves and birds, barely shaded the cold sun's light from the bright snow on the ground that was forcing her to squint her eyes. She heard tiny foot steps on the crisp snow and slaked as silently as she could towards the noise. The water mole she spotted was half starved but it was still prey. Crouching Destinedpaw gathered her huanches under her and pounced gracefully into the air coming down just in killing range of the stunned mole, but as she landed her back paw slipped on a patch of ice hidden by the soft snow and she fell in front of the tracks of the vanished mole.
Frustrated she climbed a tree trying to see if she could spot any prey only to realize as she got high enough to get a good look around that any prey would only look like tiny specks on the large expances of snow from up here. Biting the inside of her lip in vexsation she sped over to the trunk again only to slip on the slick branch and fall to a snow dune that cusioned her landing but froze her to the bone. Shivering she crawled out of the snow pile. She suddenly heard more crunching snow louder than any possible mouse or moles, 'Yes I'm in luck! A rabbit!' she thought excitedly crouching a the sound drew closer. She suddenly pounced, the creature was pinned, but as she looked down it was not into the eyes of a terrified rabbit but of a cat from her own clan.
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Post by silvercloud on Dec 17, 2007 21:04:00 GMT -5
"Whoa!" Exclaimed Silvercloud, "Someone's hungry today. Please don't eat me, I'm too good looking to die!" The silver, spotted-tabby squirmmed out from underneath the apprentice, and promtly shook the snow out of his soft fur, transfering it to the cat next to him. "Hiya, Destinedpaw! Catch any prey lately?" Realizing what he just said, he quickly added, "You don't have to answer that."
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Post by faith on Dec 18, 2007 19:44:42 GMT -5
Destinedpaw jumped back as the snow landed on her dirt brown pelt, making her fur raise a bit with the cold again. She wanted to talk to the warrior but instead her shyness took over and she kept her eyes down on her paws stampering out, "N-n-one. S-sor-ry, I-I didn't meant to..." her ears lay flat against her head in shame and her tail twitched nervously afraid of what the warrior would do to her. The clan cats never seemed to accept her very much and she was still unsure of how to gain their trust and friendship.
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Post by silvercloud on Dec 19, 2007 17:50:54 GMT -5
Silvercloud purred warm-heartedly, "No worries. I mean, its good to see a cat so eager to hunt, especially now." The tom looked at the young apprentice curiously, "Ah, c'mon! You didn't think you actually hurt me, did you?" He stood up a little straighter. "C'mon now, brighten up there. Here, see- chin up, chest out, sit up straight." Making an example out of himself, but largely exagerrated; his chin was up so high in the air, and his chest out so much, his front paws started to leave the ground. His back was arched like a bow, and he had his eyes gently closed, and an almost-modest smile across his muzzle; he looked quite comical. Still in this rather uncomfortable looking postition, he opened one eye to look at the apprentice, "Right, so lets get hunting." A snowflake was falling, and Silvercloud saw it, then, like a dog and a treat, tilted his head back to look at it, putting himself in a "begging" postition. Still tilting back, he followed it until it landed on his nose, where it made him sneeze, and fall over backwards, making a muted "crunch" in the snow. Still lying in the snow, he let out a mrrow of laughter, and said, "Wow, that was fun!"
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Post by faith on Dec 19, 2007 18:29:43 GMT -5
Destinedpaw found herself having a hardput time trying not to stare, amuzed, at his position the first time, her still meak and withdrawn as it always was, but when he sneezed and fell backwards a smile actually snuck it's way to her usually passive or sorrowful, and a single chuckle left her mouth quietly, almost too quiet to be heard, almost. She dared to acctually look over at him and found her self near another chuckle at his own comment. "It did look a little fun," she admitted as her smile faded, her voice only a quite whisper and barely even that, though a shadow of the smile stayed alighted on her face. She walked over to his side tentitively being certian that her golden green eyes stayed clear from the veiw of his as waited for him to stand, unsure weather or not she should help him up or not. She wanted to help him but was unsure if nudging him up would be appropriate between two near strangers, even if they shared the same clan.
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Post by silvercloud on Dec 19, 2007 19:19:30 GMT -5
The silver bengal was still smilling when she walked over to stand over him. "Can you believe that's the second time that's happened today?" In an attempt to get up, he started wriggling in the snow, much the same matter you'd imagine a dog would try to make a snow-angel. The result- clumps of snow that were thuroughly stuck in his fur until they melted, which also would most likely result in it thuroughly soaking him. He looked at the clumps, "I don't know how I managed that. I mean, I don't even have very long fur..." He looked up at Destinedpaw, "You try fishing yet?"
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Post by faith on Dec 19, 2007 23:40:37 GMT -5
Destinedpaw listened calmly back to her regular passive self, though he had semmed a little more than just silly when he'd gotten up and now she wished she'd helped him. 'Oh well it's too late now!' she thought just as he as asking her about fishing. Her heart beat jumped at the question and her skin burned with fear as she remembered the rushing heav waters and it's dark depth of the the river the only time she had ever gone near it. She had learned quickly that she had hydrophobia in the very severe, a strong fear of water, and she gulped down the nervousness his question had rissen in her determined not to damper his good mood, "N-no I h-haven't" she stampered hoping he'd justthink it was normal for her to stampper scice that was the only way she had talked to him thus far. She also hoped he didn't notice her legs and tail twitching in nerous fear.
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Post by silvercloud on Dec 20, 2007 16:39:56 GMT -5
Silvercloud tilted his head one way. He must've done something to upset the young she-cat, so he made a mental note to not mention water again. "Well then, do you know how to track prey in the snow? It's really easy, easier than tracking during newleaf, in my opinion." He turned his head to try and get the clumps of snow out, but then abruptly stopped mid-lick, when he remembered what his mother had always told him-
"Never eat raw snow," She had said, "No matter how white it looks, cause you never know exactly what's been there before you."
He then relized, that his tounge was still sticking out, and that he must've looked quite silly with his tounge stuck to his fur; so he just slowly returned to a regular sitting postion, and gave his chest fur a few quick, emerrassed licks.
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Post by faith on Dec 20, 2007 23:48:40 GMT -5
A faint smile rose to Destinedpaw's face again and she didn't try to hide it as he acted so strangely, almost as if he forgot and remembered things and such swift interavles that he acted in many ways that had sudden starts and puases. She smiled a little wider as he practiclly proved it with his next actions. "I agr-ree about the w-winter tra-racking" she said her eyes as usuall still averted to her paws. "It would be great if we could do that instead of f-f-fishing" as she calmed down her studder was lessening.
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Post by silvercloud on Dec 21, 2007 0:06:45 GMT -5
He was glad to hear that her studdering was lessening, not that he minded. Destinedpaw was a good cat, shy, but that wasn't nessecarily a bad thing. Silvercloud thought back to the times when he was her age; younger, much higher metabolism, talked so fast he would often have to repeat himself- multiple times. In reality, it wasn't that long ago, but somehow, in that short period of ime, he'd changed for the better. Turning right from "Memory lane" onto "Reality drive", he focused his short attention span on Destinedpaw.
"Right, so, personally, I like hunting in the snow cause it's like all your senses are enhanced." Silvercloud breathed in, taking all the smells to the glands on the roof of his mouth- then stopped, coughed, and swallowed to try and clear away the effect of the cold air on his windpipe. "Okay, besides smell, but you can use your eyes to look for tracks, or your ears to listen for the crunching of snow. I wouldn't advise you to use your tounge though, like my mum always said- 'Never eat raw snow, no matter how white it looks, cause you never know what's been there before you.'"
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Post by faith on Dec 21, 2007 0:18:59 GMT -5
Destinedpaw nodded looking over to the pile of snow she had just climbed out of not long ago, it looked as if it had never been touched bay a living thing now as the snow started to fall harder. His mother was a wise one for sure, Destinedpaw wondered whistfully for a second if her father had known not to do that as well. She looked around with her keen young eyes looking for any missplaced shadows in the snow where racks might be and listening for footsteps to crunch the crisp layer fressing over the snow from the moisture in the air. She suddenly spotted a dip in the snow and as she looked a little farther to the right of it she saw another then saw the entire trail as her eyes focussed in on it. "Over here!" her voice rang clear as a bell through the quiet of the snow covered forest as she bounded quickly over to the tracks, all of her grace and flexability showing broadly tho\rough her body as the excitement of finding the trail over came her shyness and withdrawn habbits. It was a rare sight for her to move at her freest and it was quite a almost dance like way of moving as she didn't msistep once and moved like a silent mist.
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Post by silvercloud on Dec 21, 2007 0:35:20 GMT -5
The bengal watched the she-cat dance through the snow, following the tracks to it's source. She was a quick learner, and the way she set her paws down- so silently, even a rabbit woudn't hear her coming. "Amazing." Was all he could wisper. "And to think, all that talent, hidden somewhere under her shyness, but still just below the surface." He let out a small pur, and followed the apprentice. Best case senario: They find a mouse, completly clueless about it's fate, or it's forced to burrow into the snow (which was most perfered by Silvercloud). Worst case senario: It's a rabbit, hears them way before they even get there, then dashes into a ground burrow.
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Post by faith on Dec 21, 2007 0:47:42 GMT -5
Still excited Destinedpaw sprinted quickly, following the tracks, leaving behind her own faint and small but still farther spread tracks along side those of which she was following. The creature she was now hunting hadn't been running, barely strolling really so she soon came to it's unsuspecting source, a young but large squirrle, just a little bigger then the small destinedpaw herself, late to get to hybernation. Not looking to see how close behind her Silvercloud was she took her chance and raced at the squirrel, unlike before though she did not mess up. and the inexpearianced creature didn't even notice her until his last few moments of life in which it heard a sudden and single crunch of paw steps before sharp teeth sunk into his next and the force with which they were moving quickly broke his small neck. Destinedpaw released the dead squirrel from her jaws barely even winded and looked around to see if Silvercloud had seen her.
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Post by silvercloud on Dec 22, 2007 20:46:19 GMT -5
"Nice catch!" Silvercloud panted. He never liked running in the cold; it burned his throat and lungs, and it was just plain cold. However, to see a kill like that- so gracefully silent, effective, it was worth it. "I don't know if we should bury it or not; the snow might turn it into frozen food." He joked. Despite his sore throat, he was still able to manage a hearty pur.
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Post by faith on Dec 22, 2007 23:38:06 GMT -5
Her excitement once again gone Destinedpaw's face burned under his praise and she was greatful she had fur to hide her surely blushing cheeks. She was far from used to being given a compliment and she looked down at her paws and set down the squirrel liking her suddenly dry lips, "I-it wasn't that good, j-just that the squirrel did-dn't s-see me c-coming." she stammered out the disclaimer stairing at the dead squirrel so as not to look at the warrior. "Y-you're r-right though" she said leaning back down to get the squirrel up again, "sh-shouldn't let it f-freez-ze." AS she dared a look at the warrior she nodded towards a tree that didn't have too much snow under it but plenty of warmish, dead leaves to hide the fresh-kill under.
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