Post by Phoenix on Sept 14, 2012 23:43:13 GMT -5
Surely no cat in their right mind would consider this place beautiful at all, but Hailstrike had never said that she was alright in the head. For her, the place had an odd, different kind of beauty, rather than the traditional, pleasing-to-the-eye beauty that most cats appreciated. Hailstrike included herself in the latter group, but she also noticed the poetry to this landscape. The sparse vegetation contrasted with the numerous rocks, and they cast oddly shaped shadows when the sun began to set. She would know, too; the she-cat often stayed out, either hunting or patrolling, well after the sun fell.
A figure broke from the monotony of the landscape, lunging forward quickly, a paw slashing out. Hailstrike, successfully killing the mouse, dug a shallow hole in the rocky ground and put the mouse in, tossing a few pebbles over its grave. She would return to collect it, but for now, she was after more prey. Scenting the air, the experienced warrior moved off, paws lightly touching the ground, making minimal noise. Practiced ears picked up the sound of a living creature, probably a mouse, snuffling around just beyond the rock in front of her.
Taking note of the sun's position, Hailstrike perched on the rock, careful not to cast a shadow over the area. She unsheathed a claw and listened for another moment, forming a reasonable guess as to the mouse's location. Focused completely on her prey, the warrior calmed paused before peering down under the over hanging rock, bringing her claw down with a single motion. The mouse was there, but she was off with her calculation and missed. Skittering off, the creature fled from under the stone. Instantly, Hailstrike pursued, leaping off of her rock and into an improvised lunge, claws outstretched. Cursing when she missed again, she scrambled forward, attacking again and this time, managing to catch the critter.
It was an ugly catch and had displaced numerous stones, alerting other animals to her presense. Rather vindictively, for the mouse had caused her so much trouble, Hailstrike broke the thing's neck. At least it was a rather large mouse, though it had been quick despite its chubbiness. It was prey. Picking it up again, Hailstrike reoriented herself before trotting back to the other mouse. Before dropping her most recent catch, the warrior sighed when she realized that she would have to move to another part of the terrain. Annoyed, she began to dig up her mouse, but stilled a moment after. What was that she had heard?
A figure broke from the monotony of the landscape, lunging forward quickly, a paw slashing out. Hailstrike, successfully killing the mouse, dug a shallow hole in the rocky ground and put the mouse in, tossing a few pebbles over its grave. She would return to collect it, but for now, she was after more prey. Scenting the air, the experienced warrior moved off, paws lightly touching the ground, making minimal noise. Practiced ears picked up the sound of a living creature, probably a mouse, snuffling around just beyond the rock in front of her.
Taking note of the sun's position, Hailstrike perched on the rock, careful not to cast a shadow over the area. She unsheathed a claw and listened for another moment, forming a reasonable guess as to the mouse's location. Focused completely on her prey, the warrior calmed paused before peering down under the over hanging rock, bringing her claw down with a single motion. The mouse was there, but she was off with her calculation and missed. Skittering off, the creature fled from under the stone. Instantly, Hailstrike pursued, leaping off of her rock and into an improvised lunge, claws outstretched. Cursing when she missed again, she scrambled forward, attacking again and this time, managing to catch the critter.
It was an ugly catch and had displaced numerous stones, alerting other animals to her presense. Rather vindictively, for the mouse had caused her so much trouble, Hailstrike broke the thing's neck. At least it was a rather large mouse, though it had been quick despite its chubbiness. It was prey. Picking it up again, Hailstrike reoriented herself before trotting back to the other mouse. Before dropping her most recent catch, the warrior sighed when she realized that she would have to move to another part of the terrain. Annoyed, she began to dig up her mouse, but stilled a moment after. What was that she had heard?