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Post by rex. on Feb 23, 2006 9:24:41 GMT -5
Shorepaw prowled through the dark trees. The wet snow cung to her paws, freezing them. The forest floor was laced with tracks varying from deer, to badger, fowl to mouse. Even a fox. Her heart sank as she sniffed the air hopefully for a sign of prey but to her dismay, it was all stale. sighing. She stumbled to a log and crouched on it to get out of the snow while her belly wailed in a painful cramp. Hunger stabbed at her like a persistant wasp, that she felt she could never berid of.
The small tortise-shell she-cat began to groom her partially unkept fur to keep her mind off of food until the cramp passed. She found a tick clinging to her tail and she plucked it out and gobbled it up. The speck of food seemed to calm her and her cramp subsided. She stretched and curled up on her damp perch, and closed her eyes, not really asleep, just resting, listening...
someone please join
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 24, 2006 16:26:06 GMT -5
Smokepelt stalked through the bracken and spotted Shorepaw he slipped out and called out. "Howdy, stranger! Why's you sleepin' when there'sa work a be done?"
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Post by rex. on Feb 24, 2006 17:52:28 GMT -5
Shorepaw blinked her sandy eyes and gazed up at him. "i wasnt sleaping...i just didnt feel quite like tracking or hunting....maybe something could come to me for a change?" she smiled
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 24, 2006 19:21:18 GMT -5
Smokepelt laughed and shook his head. "Yes, that would be rather ncie for a change... So, how are you doing? Besides cold and hungry."
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Post by rex. on Feb 25, 2006 17:20:21 GMT -5
"well." said shorepaw, sitting him and sighing, sending a puff of mist billowing out of her mouth and fading into the air "i just im fi-" the tortise shell stopped in mid sentance and looked around, her sandy eyes wide. Her ears were perked high and they swivled about trying to home in on a sound "did you hear that?" she meowed partly worried but mostly excitedly
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 25, 2006 20:31:57 GMT -5
Smokepelt lifted his head and sniffed the air quickly. What was that? He unsheathed his claws instictively and jumped up on the tree Shorepaw was on protectively.
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Post by rex. on Feb 25, 2006 20:41:35 GMT -5
shorepaws heart began to race as the scent finally came to her and she could almost desipher what it was "w-weasle?" he asked smokepelt timidly. she stepped off of the log and looked around. where was it? there should be some ball of grey fur around. hte scent was very strong now and shorepaws fur prickled with frustration.
the she-cat almost gasped when she looked to her left again. there were pawprints being made, a quick and steady trail, but what was making them? the ghost seemed to have spotted the two cats because the pawprints changed course and it fled behind a tree. only then did shorepaw see its snowy white pelt.
OOC: Ermine
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 25, 2006 20:54:46 GMT -5
Smokepelt hissed threateningly and leapt off the log, looking around cautiously. He spotted the white pelt and gave out a fierce battle cry, launching himself after it, hoping to scare it away. It smelled and looekd like a weasle, but it was running...Perhaps he could keep it running? A dangerous thought entered his mind...Could a weasle be food?
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Post by rex. on Feb 25, 2006 21:05:26 GMT -5
all thoughts of hunger flooded back into her mind. they had to catch it! the tortish shell darted after the tom and the white pelted rodent, paws pounding the cold frozed forest floor, heart pumping in hear hears and her mouth watering, she yowled to smokepelt "CATCH IT!"
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 25, 2006 21:13:03 GMT -5
"I'm going!" Smokepelt called out and sped up, his paws crying out in pain as his pads were torn on twigs and such as he streaked faster and faster. He pounced, but missed by at least a good foot then started off again, glancing down at his bloody paws for a moment, they were leaving tracks. Oh no! The prey would hide for hours now! They had to catch this creature! "Try and head it off!"
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Post by rex. on Feb 25, 2006 21:20:56 GMT -5
Shorepaw heard smokepelts command and she yowled in acknowlegment. she let the bloody trail and wound her ways through the trees, her legs carried her faster than a windclan cat, and she soon over took smokepelt and the rodent, but they were still a good couple foxlengths away... the she-cat curved her path so it drove to intercept the 'weasle'. she lept in front of it, sending snow flying. she felt the body crash into her and she heard it high pitch scream. she instinctivly lept up and tried to wrap her claws around it, but the stupid thing broke free...she lept at it again, staining its pelt crimson, but it was still managing to escape. its almost as big as i am!
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 25, 2006 21:24:59 GMT -5
Smokepelt ran forward and thumped the ground with his hind elgs, sending himself flying towards the rodent. He grabbed its tail and clung on, hising fiercely, his bloody paws digging into the ground - and on top of a sharp rock, but it didn't matter, his clan's needs came first.
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Post by rex. on Feb 25, 2006 21:44:26 GMT -5
shorepaw sprang to her paws when smokepelt caught it and she lunged forward, grabbing its neck with her jaws. they barely fit around. it was like trying to bit a cat- you cant fit your whole mouth around its neck. she sunk her teeth in and whined back a yowl as it clawed at her face, desperatly trying to break free
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 25, 2006 21:48:37 GMT -5
Smokepelt pounced on the creatures, raking his claws deeply down his sides, blood staining its white fur, his own blood and its own blood. He aimed to bite its neck, but missed and sank his fangs into her shoulder, pulling on it roughly. Blood seeped into his mouth and he felt ready to eat the creature aliv, but this would be going to the whole nursery for them to share.
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Post by rex. on Feb 25, 2006 21:57:31 GMT -5
the weasle collapsed and struggled to get up again, to fight back. its paws hit the cats pathetically. it was loosing too much blood and the rodent lade down and hissed loudly. telling a hungry cat to leave...man, this wealie is slow! thought shorepaw as she wringed its flesh in her mouth, making it squeal weakly
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