Post by KARAZHAL on Oct 10, 2019 20:21:17 GMT -5
The morning dawned thick with fog, and Crowface struggled to rise to a gray and dreary sky. She lifted up a bony leg to groom herself. She was stiff from sleep. Without having an apprentice like so many of her denmates did, Crowface had to keep herself in shape in different ways. She started off by performing a series of stretches that mainly took place over the course of more grooming. Leg in the air, or maybe haunches up and front end down. Her stringy tail quivered.
The jet-black cat left the den tunnel after one of her clanmates. Where he went left toward the apprentice's den, Crowface chose the tramped-down path that led to the clan's fresh-kill pile. She took a small robin just to break her fast and give her energy for her early morning routine. Crowface intended to hunt so the Clan should not begrudge her the meal.
With barely a rustle as she departed the scrubby tunnels, Crowface passed the clan guards with a flick of her tail in greeting. She scampered out once she was free of them and the camp. Her legs stretched long as shadows in twilight. Across the moors, she unfurled her wings and leapt from hillock to tiny valley until she felt her body warm up and shed the cold of leaf-fall's night. She scented rain though, and the sky hadn't cleared. She decided to go in the direction of the Sun Stones, but later; now she wanted to hunt the birds that hadn't yet woken from their nests. With few trees in the moorlands, Crowface knew the birds were forced to descend into bushes if they wanted to nest. She began to crawl low to the ground as she neared one of these shrubs, dried out and losing leaves. If she wasn't careful, she'd brush up against the twigs and crack them, unleashing the alarm for all the birds to scatter, so she kept the uncomfortable crawling posture despite tough short grass and pebbles irritating her skin. Crowface slipped upright as smoothly as a snake. Arching over a bird tucked into its wing, she sank down, enveloping its upper half in her mouth. For a brief moment, it struggled, beating either side of her wedge-shaped face with its wings, but she quickly put down such a meaningless coup. She took the limp thing with her out of the bushes and hunted two more before returning to camp with her winnings. She didn't stay long, though, and was back out the tunnels in a flash.
Crowface's fierce self-discipline kept her sleek figure in shape and she groomed consistently despite dirtying herself thoroughly everyday. This was just another day in her drill. Sometimes she could traverse the entire perimeter on foot, but she'd already decided on Sun Stones, so her body was heading in that direction automatically. She hadn't forgiven StoneClan for stealing them. Did they really think that just because they were rocks that they were given to StoneClan? They had 'stones' in their name, sure, but that ragtag band of mongrels had no rightful claim. Yet what could Crowface do? By herself, nothing--and she had a feeling Owlmind would think she was undermining the deputy by doing something reckless.
As the sound of wet grass gave way to the skit-skit of claws on stone, Crowface realized she'd arrived. The place was cloaked by the morning fog. She turned her head slowly to establish herself in this alien environment. She was so used to sunshine beating down, warming her favorite slab, that she'd practically forgotten what this place looked like otherwise. In Greenleaf, the StoneClan stench had been overwhelming, but in the cool wetness of the morning, she smelled less of them and had no qualms in putting some antagonizing marks on the fringes of LightningClan territory, to strengthen the boundary, of course. But this was the damn border, and she was going to enjoy Sun Stones whether Hawkstar liked it or not! Besides, that was thunder in the distance. If StoneClan cared so much, they could wait until the incoming storm wiped away all traces of her and spray their grossness back over it again like the dogs they were.
Enjoying her presumed privacy, Crowface strode through the fog and felt her way around using her pawpads, testing out the familiar smooth textures underfoot. She hoped she wouldn't be disturbed, but she expected it, and her nostrils kept flaring for any drop of StoneClan scent. Crowface's huge ears swiveled around for any sounds betraying her enemy.
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OUT OF CHARACTER
#57f069 - I am still getting the hang of Crowface. Tagged for Taxx ; I am so excited to RP with Smoke!
It is currently Leaf-fall 13.
The jet-black cat left the den tunnel after one of her clanmates. Where he went left toward the apprentice's den, Crowface chose the tramped-down path that led to the clan's fresh-kill pile. She took a small robin just to break her fast and give her energy for her early morning routine. Crowface intended to hunt so the Clan should not begrudge her the meal.
With barely a rustle as she departed the scrubby tunnels, Crowface passed the clan guards with a flick of her tail in greeting. She scampered out once she was free of them and the camp. Her legs stretched long as shadows in twilight. Across the moors, she unfurled her wings and leapt from hillock to tiny valley until she felt her body warm up and shed the cold of leaf-fall's night. She scented rain though, and the sky hadn't cleared. She decided to go in the direction of the Sun Stones, but later; now she wanted to hunt the birds that hadn't yet woken from their nests. With few trees in the moorlands, Crowface knew the birds were forced to descend into bushes if they wanted to nest. She began to crawl low to the ground as she neared one of these shrubs, dried out and losing leaves. If she wasn't careful, she'd brush up against the twigs and crack them, unleashing the alarm for all the birds to scatter, so she kept the uncomfortable crawling posture despite tough short grass and pebbles irritating her skin. Crowface slipped upright as smoothly as a snake. Arching over a bird tucked into its wing, she sank down, enveloping its upper half in her mouth. For a brief moment, it struggled, beating either side of her wedge-shaped face with its wings, but she quickly put down such a meaningless coup. She took the limp thing with her out of the bushes and hunted two more before returning to camp with her winnings. She didn't stay long, though, and was back out the tunnels in a flash.
Crowface's fierce self-discipline kept her sleek figure in shape and she groomed consistently despite dirtying herself thoroughly everyday. This was just another day in her drill. Sometimes she could traverse the entire perimeter on foot, but she'd already decided on Sun Stones, so her body was heading in that direction automatically. She hadn't forgiven StoneClan for stealing them. Did they really think that just because they were rocks that they were given to StoneClan? They had 'stones' in their name, sure, but that ragtag band of mongrels had no rightful claim. Yet what could Crowface do? By herself, nothing--and she had a feeling Owlmind would think she was undermining the deputy by doing something reckless.
As the sound of wet grass gave way to the skit-skit of claws on stone, Crowface realized she'd arrived. The place was cloaked by the morning fog. She turned her head slowly to establish herself in this alien environment. She was so used to sunshine beating down, warming her favorite slab, that she'd practically forgotten what this place looked like otherwise. In Greenleaf, the StoneClan stench had been overwhelming, but in the cool wetness of the morning, she smelled less of them and had no qualms in putting some antagonizing marks on the fringes of LightningClan territory, to strengthen the boundary, of course. But this was the damn border, and she was going to enjoy Sun Stones whether Hawkstar liked it or not! Besides, that was thunder in the distance. If StoneClan cared so much, they could wait until the incoming storm wiped away all traces of her and spray their grossness back over it again like the dogs they were.
Enjoying her presumed privacy, Crowface strode through the fog and felt her way around using her pawpads, testing out the familiar smooth textures underfoot. She hoped she wouldn't be disturbed, but she expected it, and her nostrils kept flaring for any drop of StoneClan scent. Crowface's huge ears swiveled around for any sounds betraying her enemy.
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OUT OF CHARACTER
#57f069 - I am still getting the hang of Crowface. Tagged for Taxx ; I am so excited to RP with Smoke!
It is currently Leaf-fall 13.
