Post by cherryrose on Sept 9, 2012 14:16:59 GMT -5
~Thistledown~
In the first a harsh light shone through the sparse gaps in the canopy of leaves over head. Below stood a dark figure studying the surroundings, sheer silence enveloping him. All that broke the silence was the chill of the wind that blew through rustling the leaves on the trees and those few that scattered over the forest floor.
One step at a time the large tabby tome moved silent and alert through the forest.mclearly he was intent n something, searching, hunting. But the wind was given away his location as it rustled through his thick tabby pelt. Ears pricked and mouth open slightly drinking in the scents all around him.
Mere moments later the silence was broken by the snapping of a twig just behind him. Frozen in place large ears turned to the sound, a bird. Slowly on large paws he turned, not making a sound as he lowered his large shape to the ground and began his stalk. When within distance he readied him self and sprang. Pushing off with his hind legs with a force that sent leaves scattering behind but left the creature with no chance of escape. Thundering down on top of it Thistledown stopped its attempts at calling out by clamping down on it with sharp teeth. As the body grew limp he lifted his prize and buried it like the piece of treasure it was, under a tree for collection later. Mud clinging to his paws he continued his hunt.
In the first a harsh light shone through the sparse gaps in the canopy of leaves over head. Below stood a dark figure studying the surroundings, sheer silence enveloping him. All that broke the silence was the chill of the wind that blew through rustling the leaves on the trees and those few that scattered over the forest floor.
One step at a time the large tabby tome moved silent and alert through the forest.mclearly he was intent n something, searching, hunting. But the wind was given away his location as it rustled through his thick tabby pelt. Ears pricked and mouth open slightly drinking in the scents all around him.
Mere moments later the silence was broken by the snapping of a twig just behind him. Frozen in place large ears turned to the sound, a bird. Slowly on large paws he turned, not making a sound as he lowered his large shape to the ground and began his stalk. When within distance he readied him self and sprang. Pushing off with his hind legs with a force that sent leaves scattering behind but left the creature with no chance of escape. Thundering down on top of it Thistledown stopped its attempts at calling out by clamping down on it with sharp teeth. As the body grew limp he lifted his prize and buried it like the piece of treasure it was, under a tree for collection later. Mud clinging to his paws he continued his hunt.