›Shimmering›‹Death‹ //Closed\\

[//Cindy// l u n a]

OOC: I'm really bad with nice charries. I always end up killing them.

Shimmer felt the rush of excitement and fun as she smelled her prey. The chase would begin in a matter of moments, but for now she was still as the north star, which she could see shining brightly in the sky. In another direction, the last reds of the sunset were disappearing, and the night was growing cold. The moon had risen, but it was behind her, and only a sliver of light. She was facing into the wind, and a scent was comming from that direction. To Shimmer's slight suprise, it was not WindClan but a differant, distinct smell; loner. She did not know the cat, but was aware that it was a tom, so easier prey for one with her beauty. So did the hunt start, the silvery cat with an advantage from the start.

TBC...

[::Fawn::]

((wow))

[//Cindy// l u n a]

OOC: Thanx!

Suddenly, as Thunderstorm raised his head to taste the air, a scent came to him. It was one of danger, and it was hard to smell; it came from downwind. He was alert in an instant, expecting a cat to jump out, demanding he exit their territory. He was shocked to see a beautiful, light point cat slide from the underbrush, completely innocent in looks. He caught himself for staring, and then politely asked her name. "I am Shimmer," she replied, as if almost honered to have his attention. Thunderstorm saw flattered, and nodded. "I Thunderstorm. I am sorry if I have invaded your territory, but it is my way to migrate nightly and sleep through the day." Shimmer nodded, understanding. She padded toward him, sitting but tensed. He did not notice her ready pose, and relaxed completely to the senses of the night. There was a flicker of movement, and before he could turn on his slowed muscles, she had him on his back, teeth at his throat. He began to struggle, realizing too late that he had been tricked. But he had lost the battle as it begun, for she had a method for every personality type. He was larger and stronger than she, but before he used it to his advantage, he was falling. There was no pain, no fight. Only black emptiness. Shimmer lept away from the tom, not a scratch on her beautiful body. She felt the kits in her stomich, restless, it seemed, and padded away, leaving the body for the crows.