Hard Winter Mornings [TREECLAN, OPEN!] Dec 26, 2012 18:27:16 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Dec 26, 2012 18:27:16 GMT -5
Lionstar - 33 Moons - Tom - TreeClan
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The flakes that fell were fat and lazy, and it was one of those days where the wind went to great lengths to conceal it's presence, seeming to blanket the world in silence in time with the falling snow. Pawsteps muffled by the several inches underneath him, a lion-like tom stalked through the undergrowth, frozen bracken scratching at the dark dorsal stripe outlining the ridge of his spine.
It was not the most appropriate time to go hunting, least of all for birds, given that the snow was almost smothering the forest and what little edible vegetation that had brought the birds here in the first place. Suppressing a hiss of frustration, the tom's amber eyes glanced to and fro, as though he might be able to burn a hole through this cold, wet mess in the hopes of locating a sleeping potential meal.
Considering his only remaining options were for animals of a larger and more carnivorous nature, Lionstar's behavior began to shift towards that of a tracker rather than a stalker, the golden, thick-furred tom on the look out for signs of a fox or a raccoon. No badgers. No matter how hungry they got, he would not allow his warriors to risk hunting a badger; he was desperate, but not stupid. Snowy plume brushing against a prickly holly bush, Lionstar spotted his three other Clanmates, and parted his jaws to release a calm, imploring mew that belied his frustration.
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Notes: Uhh...care for some Raccoon, anyone?
Word Count: A seriously pitiful 262 Words. Ugh, sorry.
Pictures: All Rights Reserved to Lisa Beattie.