I've [got] to .focus. Jan 22, 2008 20:37:28 GMT -5
Post by snowywhisker on Jan 22, 2008 20:37:28 GMT -5
Snowywhisker slowly stalked a vole along the warm bubbling stream, quiet as a mouse. Her paws slipped out under her lithe body like flowing water, every step more graceful than the next. She had tried to get some of her fur smoothed down, but it's snowy white color was just as bright as ever. Sometimes she wondered how she could've been born a cat of the moor. Suddenly the vole stopped and looked at her. She looked down; a cracked branch lay under her paw. "Mouse dung!" she hissed as the vole jumped into the stream. She raked her claws along the bank, furious. She had let her mind slip away again. What was wrong with her?
She felt like running, running faster than she'd ever run before. But the Clan had to come first. She hadn't hunt all day, and she'd told Smokestripe that she'd hunt today, since she had accidentally slept in this morning. Her warrior ceremony was at least a few moons ago, but it was still fresh in her mind.
It was a moonlight night, and her fur glowed as she passed under Silverpelt towards her leader. As Icestar recited the ceremony, she had stopped her short of the naming. That afternoon her father had died at the paws of BoneClan, but she wanted her warrior ceremony to happen before her father's body, he had wanted to see her become a warrior badly. She had told Icestar that she wanted to have her name in remembrance to her father, Whiskerscar. Her leader had accepted her decision. Now she was Snowywhisker, and she'd held a different vigil. That night she had held her nose to her father's fur, then the next night she did what all new warriors do. She had been a special case.
She stared up at sky. It was almost sunhigh. She'd set out about midday, and still she had caught nothing. And the Hot Springs were supposed to be laden with prey.