Post by STREAMY ?! on Oct 28, 2006 18:25:58 GMT -5
Streampaw looked at her silver-and-white paws, flexing the sharp claws beneath them. The young medicine cat was bored, so bored she could go and play with the kits. But one other thing was bothering her--loneliness. She didn't have any friends, except for Bluespring, her mentor, and that didn't really count, did it? Why didn't any apprentice like her? Why wasn't she normal like the other apprentices? She was nearly 10 moons old, and she had never had a true friend. A dark cloud of depression overcame her, and she lay her head onto her paws. After a while, she got up and went over to a fresh-kill pile. She picked out a rather plump rabbit--maybe it would cheer her up-- and dug in, ravenous. She'd never realized how hungry she was, and suddenly she remembered--she hadn't eaten for more than a day. This dretched loneliness had stopped her from thinking about her empty belly.
When she'd finished her meal, the silver tabby left camp. Bluespring needed juniper berries, so she'd gone hunting for some--and maybe for another rabbit to fill up her still-empty stomach. Suddenly she heard a tiny sound. Her ears pricked and she located with her hearing sense the rabbit that was making the scuffling. She positioned herself and pounced, her well-sharpened claws digging into the brown creature's shoulders as she dispatched it with a swift bite with her just-as-sharp teeth. She decided to take the rabbit back to camp instead of eating it--it was huge. Several cats could eat it together, and there was no point in wasting. She also didn't need the juniper berries, not just yet. Streampaw padded back to camp, shivering as a chilly breeze went by. She dropped her hunt at the fresh-kill pile, and decided to take a nap. She went over to the medicine cat's den, and finding no one, settling into her nest and closing her green orbs, drifting off.
When she'd finished her meal, the silver tabby left camp. Bluespring needed juniper berries, so she'd gone hunting for some--and maybe for another rabbit to fill up her still-empty stomach. Suddenly she heard a tiny sound. Her ears pricked and she located with her hearing sense the rabbit that was making the scuffling. She positioned herself and pounced, her well-sharpened claws digging into the brown creature's shoulders as she dispatched it with a swift bite with her just-as-sharp teeth. She decided to take the rabbit back to camp instead of eating it--it was huge. Several cats could eat it together, and there was no point in wasting. She also didn't need the juniper berries, not just yet. Streampaw padded back to camp, shivering as a chilly breeze went by. She dropped her hunt at the fresh-kill pile, and decided to take a nap. She went over to the medicine cat's den, and finding no one, settling into her nest and closing her green orbs, drifting off.