Breath before the Storm (Cricketpaw- OPEN) Jul 6, 2016 10:50:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2016 10:50:55 GMT -5
The last few days had been scorching, but life never stopped for Stoneclan cats. In the midst of this heatwave, there was always real fear of drought, and it was important to make sure each and every cat stayed as well fed and hydrated as possible. Or so Cricketpaw's mentor had told her. Really Cricketpaw was lucky, her short and mostly white fur kept away some of the heat, and her youth and size helped for it to not cripple her too much. However, Cricketpaw could see that others really were suffering, and so volunteered to go out on extra hunting patrols to ensure that all cats were fed.
As she bounced along across the territory, she was beginning to wonder if this had been such a good idea. Blasts of air ripped at her fur and the ground in front of her, filling her muzzle and eyes with loose dust and small pebbles, and the small she-cat had to set herself the best she could to avoid being blown away. Slowly advancing with an almost eager rumble, the dark bank of clouds reminded Cricketpaw of the forests she had seen on the borders with other clans and at gatherings. The clouds, roiling masses of black to white mist flashed occasionally with other brighter colors. Yep, this is totally a bad idea. But she was loving it! Since she had only been an apprentice for a few moons, every storm she had ever previously experienced had been through the protection of the nursery, or the apprentice den. Technically she probably shouldn't be out here on her own anyway, but the other warrior which had been assigned to help her had gotten distracted, and Cricketpaw had barely realized she had left the cat behind until only a few moments ago. Her excitement had taken her a bit too far too fast... Cricketpaw shook her head and giggled, she would be fine so long as she took shelter.
The apprentice could not help but freeze in awe as the huge storm marched ever closer, a solid curtain of water following a few foxlengths behind the leading clouds. With a giggle and a squirm Cricketpaw loped forward into one of the rockier areas, climbing up onto a set of rocks to watch the show. At first she almost toppled back down from the increasing gale, but sunk her small claws as deeply into the stone as she could, and crouched down until she thought she was safe. Birds wheeled around, blown in random directions by the wild gusts, which also happened to be creating a minor dust storm ahead of the huge rain clouds. Vaguely, Cricketpaw realized that there would be little hunting until the storm had passed, and so was in truly no hurry to go poking around for prey. Yet as she watched, a poor beleaguered sparrow nearly crash landed on the rock near her paws, and the she-cat, not wanting to waste such a useful opportunity, pounced on the frazzled creature, killing it.
At that point, some sense of dread must have caught her finally as she noticed the storm was approaching far faster than she had anticipated. The wave of dust slammed into her, knocking her over and leaving her disoriented. Cricketpaw struggled to stand, and then began stumbling around, searching frantically for shelter. I guess this is why apprentices shouldn't hunt alone.