Post by xvinn on Jul 14, 2022 23:37:06 GMT -5
shadow of soaring (eagle) (she/her) | tribe of forgotten waters
The sun began to rest on the horizon, the bulk of the day's activities soon drawing to a close. It was often at this time that cats curled up around the camp, gathering together, grooming one another, sharing their prey, and telling the news of the day and the gossip they had heard. It was a time that kits and to-be's would often play fight - though sometimes it seemed that the cave-guard to-be's were trying to put on a show, as though to prove themselves for the tribe.
Three cats entered the camp through the narrow pathway leading in. They made up the final hunting patrol of the day, and each seemed to carry a decent catch of prey. Even the cave-guard who had accompanied the two prey-hunters, the black and white she-cat Antler, was helping to bring some of the prey back to camp. The time of freed water often made hunting a fair bit easier, thank the ancestors, but the haul still often brought a light into the camp during the giving of close comfort. Fresh, warm prey was always a welcome smell to any cat. Moon, a small white she-cat, happily added her piece to the tribe's storage, as well as the slim brown tabby she-cat, Eagle.
As the patrol finished up, each cat took to their evening, finding friendly faces to join and chat with. Eagle took a quick moment, her eyes seeming to scan the camp for someone in particular. Her eyes passed over her daughters, who had only just recently reached their eighth moon and had been made to-be's themselves, yet Eagle had returned to her role as a prey-hunter much earlier. Being a mother was never a role that the tabby had felt comfortable in, and she had her kits out of obligation towards the tribe - she was loyal through every sliver of her body, and wanted to help provide new life for the tribe. Eagle had been grateful for the other kit-mothers, who knew how the she-cat's paws itched to return to her old life as a prey-hunter, and as soon as her daughters had been weaned, she left the nursery and returned to the mountains once more.
Finally, Eagle's eyes settled on a brown colourpointed tom, the Lead Cave-Guard: Snake Sunning on Rocks. Seemingly alone, the prey-hunter picked up her own piece of prey, a vole she had only just caught earlier. She could still remember the taste of warm blood when she bit down on the small life, feeling the pump of the blood slow down as its heart stopped. She never grew tired of feeling the life drain from her prey's tiny body, and was grateful she had been able to return to it moons ago rather than only just return to it now.
"Might I join you?" Eagle asked as she approached Snake. It wasn't exactly an assumed pairing of cats to share a meal together, the lead cave-guard and a prey-hunter who hadn't even reached senior status. The tabby did not get comfortable just yet - though she held herself strong, it was clear that she would accept whatever the tom might tell her if he wished to eat alone or was waiting for the company of another.
Three cats entered the camp through the narrow pathway leading in. They made up the final hunting patrol of the day, and each seemed to carry a decent catch of prey. Even the cave-guard who had accompanied the two prey-hunters, the black and white she-cat Antler, was helping to bring some of the prey back to camp. The time of freed water often made hunting a fair bit easier, thank the ancestors, but the haul still often brought a light into the camp during the giving of close comfort. Fresh, warm prey was always a welcome smell to any cat. Moon, a small white she-cat, happily added her piece to the tribe's storage, as well as the slim brown tabby she-cat, Eagle.
As the patrol finished up, each cat took to their evening, finding friendly faces to join and chat with. Eagle took a quick moment, her eyes seeming to scan the camp for someone in particular. Her eyes passed over her daughters, who had only just recently reached their eighth moon and had been made to-be's themselves, yet Eagle had returned to her role as a prey-hunter much earlier. Being a mother was never a role that the tabby had felt comfortable in, and she had her kits out of obligation towards the tribe - she was loyal through every sliver of her body, and wanted to help provide new life for the tribe. Eagle had been grateful for the other kit-mothers, who knew how the she-cat's paws itched to return to her old life as a prey-hunter, and as soon as her daughters had been weaned, she left the nursery and returned to the mountains once more.
Finally, Eagle's eyes settled on a brown colourpointed tom, the Lead Cave-Guard: Snake Sunning on Rocks. Seemingly alone, the prey-hunter picked up her own piece of prey, a vole she had only just caught earlier. She could still remember the taste of warm blood when she bit down on the small life, feeling the pump of the blood slow down as its heart stopped. She never grew tired of feeling the life drain from her prey's tiny body, and was grateful she had been able to return to it moons ago rather than only just return to it now.
"Might I join you?" Eagle asked as she approached Snake. It wasn't exactly an assumed pairing of cats to share a meal together, the lead cave-guard and a prey-hunter who hadn't even reached senior status. The tabby did not get comfortable just yet - though she held herself strong, it was clear that she would accept whatever the tom might tell her if he wished to eat alone or was waiting for the company of another.
@snake sunning on rocks ● 543 words
