Mending Broken Ties [Wormpaw] Aug 28, 2013 23:07:49 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Aug 28, 2013 23:07:49 GMT -5
The silver feline had long since blocked out the steady trickling sound of the Sparkling Brook. She enjoyed hunting here because that steady background noise had a tendency to block out the sound of her paw steps. It gave prey a false sense of security, masking the telltale signs that a predator was closing in on the helpless creatures. Feathercloud's silver ears were pricked forward, flicking to and fro, trying to pick out the sound of the closest prey. She could hear signs of life all around her, birds calling to one another in the tree tops, unaware that she was listening to their conversation.
It didn't matter that she couldn't understand even the smallest fraction of whatever it was they were screeching at one another. Every sound they made gave Feathercloud a better idea of just where they were. Slowly, she was honing in on the location of a particularly noisy blackbird, one that had been grating on her nerves since she had first arrived at the Sparkling Brook to do some hunting. She glanced around slowly, keeping herself hidden in the undergrowth. She was certain that the particular bird she was chasing was close by. She just had to wait for her confirmation...
A loud screech sounded directly above her, and the silver cat shot into action. Her hind legs bunched beneath her as she prepared herself, claws slipping out of their sheaths. When she pushed forward, leaping upwards, her pin-sharp claws latched into the bark of the tree. Ice blue eyes snapped to the lowest branch, calculating the distance she would have to shimmy up the trunk in order to get there. Figuring it was about three or four of her body when stretched out, she gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stretch, clawing her way steadily up the trunk.
When her claws finally made contact with the lowest tree branch, the silver she-cat gave a silent sigh of relief. The hardest part was over. Flexing her claws to give them a break, Feathercloud tipped her head upwards, squinting to peek through the foliage, hoping to glimpse the bird she was chasing. When she spotted it, the silver feline focused on the best way to get herself there. Her claws hooked into the tree trunk once more, using it as a safety method as she stretched upwards for the next branch. Her tall frame made reaching branches easy, and her lithe build meant she didn't have too much bulk to haul either.
Using the hind claws that were hooking into the trunk as leverage, Feathercloud hauled herself another branch higher, and then another. Steadily, she weaved among the branches of the tree, her speed increasing as the space between branches diminished the higher she climbed. Soon enough she was at the same height as the bird. It glanced about, thinking it might have heard something, but the silver feline was on the overside of the main trunk, keeping herself well out of sight as she continued to climb to a height that was higher than her intended prey.
Once she was a good branch or two above the bird, she circled the trunk, trying to pinpoint the perfect branch to fall from in order to snag the blackbird. The bird wasn't on a particularly skinny portion of a branch, and over all the branch looked fairly sturdy. She figured it would take her weight when she fell onto it. Shuffling out onto the branch above it, timing her movements with the cries emitted by her prey as it answer the call that was further off, Feathercloud soon found herself in the prime position.
She waited a moment, waited as the bird puffed out its chest, preparing to make its reply. When it gave a cawing sound. the silver warrioress dropped from the branch, landing as lightly as she could manage. Paws aimed for its neck, eliminating the possibility for it to sound its alarm call. Moving swiftly, Feathercloud killed the bird, ignoring the call of the bird her prey had been conversing with. Making sure she had a good hold of it, the silver she-cat began her climb down, the confused cries of the other bird her background noise.
Finally her paws made contact with the ground below, and Feathercloud stretched slightly, blackbird still clenched in her jaws.