Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 2, 2014 15:26:40 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff]
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Her breath danced about her in soft plumes as the pretty tortoiseshell trotted through TreeClan's territory. She had decided to go hunting again, knowing that the Clan could use the extra prey. Her paws moved with ease through the snow that coated the ground, feeling it crunch slightly beneath her weight. She knew that once she arrived at her destination, she would need to move more silently, or she'd scare off all the prey that the Clan so desperately needed to feed itself. Hazel-green eyes scanned the area, recognition slowly settling in, leaving the beautiful she-cat to slow her pace.
Hesitating for a moment, Brokensong gave a slight frown. She recalled the last time she had come out here, hunting alone. It hadn't been quite so cold, and she had managed to get herself stuck in a fallen tree. Her coat bristled slightly at the memory, recalling the three trespassing NightClan cats who had waltzed about as though it were nothing. It had really shown her how much of a concern she was. Her tail twitched slightly in irritation, until she remembered the rather sudden and possibly painful way they had been forced to leave the territory. Karma is a magical thing.
Feeling a little better at the thought, clinging to the belief that no bad deed would go unpunished in the end, Brokensong continued on her way. Her movements were more careful now as she stalked silently through the woods. She had to be extra careful, for the mute she-cat's black, orange and white coloring didn't exactly do her much good in these Leafbare months. Cats like Skyfall and his sister, Swandive must have had a much easier time than her during this snow-covered season. Her feathery tail danced behind her, though she stayed aware of it, being certain not to hit something on accident.
Jaws parted slightly, drawing in the nearby scents as she searched for any sings of life. She was patient, and understood that during times like these, prey didn't run around through the woods all willy-nilly. She might be searching for a while. She didn't mind padding about the forest for a bit. It gave her some time to think about how things were going, things that had happened, and wonder about what might happen in the near future. And recently, she couldn't help but think about a certain tom. Smiling softly to herself at the thought of Zephyrfang, a new energy seemed to fill her.
Her ears pivoted rather suddenly atop her head, causing her head to swing in the direction she'd heard something. Her eyes couldn't find the source of the noise, but the scent that wafted to her open mouth told her that there was a mouse nearby, one that had dared venture out in the cold for whatever reason. Lowering her body slightly, she began a proper hunter's crouch, searching out the creature using nothing but scent and her hearing. Her ears twitched and turned, leading her forward, while she moved to stay downwind of the prey on this brisk Leafbare day.
The tortoiseshell she-cat was settling back on her haunches, preparing to pounce when something caught her attention. Her frame froze, hazel eyes flashing away from the mouse that she had finally located, to a new area. Someone is coming... Jaw parting slowly, not wanting to make any noise that might alert the mouse, she tried to figure out who it was. She prayed to StarClan that they wouldn't scare the mouse. At the thought of losing the piece of prey, she turned her focus away from the intruder, back to the mouse, her body once more preparing to pounce.