Post by Mousefire on Dec 19, 2008 21:33:55 GMT -5
The dust scattered as he pounced, blue eyes sparking with excitement as he caught the squirrel. He gave it a swift bite to his neck, before picking it up and looking around, the sun reflecting of his powder-white fur. Not seeing anyone, he set down the prey and began digging up soil with his paws. The frosty ground made it harder to dig, as he created a small ditch. Satisfyed, he dropped the squirrel in the small hole and carefully brushed the dirt back over it, as the cold nipped at his nose and chilled his fur. He could come back for it later, Waterpaw decided, shaking his fur and bounding away. Suddenly he remembered something, and stopped to a halt, his paws drumming the ground, and he raced back and snatched the squirrel up. Dust splattered his fur, though he didn't care as he turned around and padded back, more slowly this time. Duh, he was right outside of camp! There was no need to bury anything. He sighed inwardly to himself. Couldn't he remember anything nowadays? Ever since Badger felt like he didn't fit in here and left, he wasn't able to concentrate on anything else. He kept going, walking in circles around the camp island. He didn't really want to go in camp, even though he knew he might as well. If he went in there, he would be put on apprentice duties for the rest of the day. He wanted to be left alone for once, but at the same time he felt restless, like he had to do SOMETHING. Ohh, he grumbled to himself, parting the reeds and wading into the river before swimming to the camp. He padded in, his fur plastered to his skin and the dripping-wet squirrel in his mouth. He quickly dumped it on the fresh-kill pile, before padding a little ways off and standing there, his tail twitching irritably. What to do, what to do............... his mind wandered back to Badger. I wonder why he left? he asked himself, not realizing he'd spoken out loud.
