Post by Fate Admin on Sept 10, 2012 20:16:53 GMT -5
Ravenstar
Dusk was falling over the valley. The sky was cloudless, unable to reflect a more colorful and appealing sunset and the sky simply faded from the pale sky blue of day to the inky dark blue of night, nothing too spectacular. Not that Ravenstar was much paying attention to the sky, she rarely did save for the night of the full moon. Most cats would think leaders would be highly faithful to StarClan, after all they receive nine lives from them, but Ravenstar wasn’t like that. Sure she believed in them, few Clanborn cats didn’t and after the leader ceremony any cat would believe, but Ravenstar followed the Warrior Code loosely. Some parts of it resonated with her strongly, and some… not so much.
StarClan was not all important to her; she was a leader not a medicine cat. She left such matters as StarClan to Smokefur, and to Dapplecloud before her, and rarely worried about StarClan at all unless one of them brought something to her attention. She did not foresee herself taking many trips to the Moon Tree now that she’d received her nine lives and her names. She would trust Smokefur to consult with StarClan and would either take their counsel through her medicine cat or wouldn’t. NightClan was her Clan, not StarClan’s, and she would lead it as she saw fit.
As of right now, however, she was hunting, and her thoughts were far from thoughts of StarClan, far from the sky above. She crouched at the edges of the Muddy Pools, in the long shadows cast by the pines above, waiting. Frogs could always be found here, except during leafbare, and they were some of the easier prey in NightClan territory. She crouched silently, a shadow among shadows, pale amber gaze trained on the pools, watching for movement. Finally a fat form hopped near the edge of the pool and Ravenstar stalked forward, still crouched low. Another hop. She paused, waited, crept forward as there was no more movement. Another hop, away from the pools, and she paused. Her tail moved in the slightest, preparing for the leap she would make to catch her favored prey.
She focused on the frog for a long moment, pinpointing it, judging the distance so she would not miss, and leapt, claws unsheathed. She landed squarely on the creature, ending its life quickly. She picked it up by one leg and carried it away from the pools, back to her previous positions. Frogs were stupid creatures, she would be able to catch more even with her scent firmly placed beside the pools. Yes, they were stupid, but incredibly delicious. Her favorite prey was frog, which is why it confused her greatly when the other Clans often threw ‘frog-eater’ at her Clan as an insult. They didn’t know what they were missing. Frogs were her favorite, but Ravenstar wasn’t picky, she would eat anything and liked variety in her diet. She couldn’t imagine living as a LightningClan or RainClan cat, eating rabbits or fish almost every day. She crouched beside her dead frog and returned to watching and waiting for movement.
