Post by bohemian on Apr 15, 2006 21:35:33 GMT -5
There isn't much to life. Days roll by, taking the world in their stride. Weeks pass, months inch along, and years mark a fraction closer to the end of all things. Eventually, everyone and everything lays to rest. There is no second thought to a future beyond the grave. The now is the important thing. But what about the then or thoughts of what will be? Are these erased in the course of time?
For Silverfur, the now was the important thing. And the now was hunting. Body hunched low to the ground, she allowed not even the end of her sleek tail to twitch as she observed her prey. It knew not of her presence and she intended on keeping it that way until the end. Maws curled into something resembling a smile and she crawled forward silently, golden orbs upon the mouse in the grass before her.
It took only a moment for the deed to be done. Fangs sunk into a soft brown pelt and the little animal was lunch, for whoever would pick it out of the kill pile later. Triumphantly, she followed the forested path back to camp. She dropped her kill off in the proper place before heading yonder into the center of the camp.
Her soft gray pelt shimmered in the early evening sun and she lay in the dust and dirt, running her tongue over her paw and purring slightly. It had been another nice progression of a day. There was nothing like life, whatever way you looked at it.
[/size][/color]For Silverfur, the now was the important thing. And the now was hunting. Body hunched low to the ground, she allowed not even the end of her sleek tail to twitch as she observed her prey. It knew not of her presence and she intended on keeping it that way until the end. Maws curled into something resembling a smile and she crawled forward silently, golden orbs upon the mouse in the grass before her.
It took only a moment for the deed to be done. Fangs sunk into a soft brown pelt and the little animal was lunch, for whoever would pick it out of the kill pile later. Triumphantly, she followed the forested path back to camp. She dropped her kill off in the proper place before heading yonder into the center of the camp.
Her soft gray pelt shimmered in the early evening sun and she lay in the dust and dirt, running her tongue over her paw and purring slightly. It had been another nice progression of a day. There was nothing like life, whatever way you looked at it.