Differences [Newt/Haze/Peregrine] INACTIVE Aug 12, 2017 17:41:33 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Aug 12, 2017 17:41:33 GMT -5
What a wonderfully captivating day. The long-legged she-cat thought to herself as she pranced across unfamiliar territory. Stone-toughened pads relished in the softness of the grass beneath her paws, pale green eyes roving the never-ending horizon. Without the sheltered safety of the mountains, the world truly looked as though it carried on forever. No matter how far she walked, more ground stretched before her, begging her to continue exploring. The thrilling sensation was certainly responsible for the distance the Tribe Prey Hunter had traveled beneath the glaring heat of an unrelenting sun.
She'd begun the journey tailed by her sister, Rose With Crimson Petals. She was not supposed to be traveling alone, but the longer furred Cave Guard had rapidly grown tired of plodding about without reason on a day, how had she phrased it... Hotter than the rear-end of a kitting queen. The brown tabby she-cat twitched her whiskers upon recalling the rather vulgar terminology. Albeit a fascinatingly imaginative comparison. She mused to herself. Nevertheless, Rose had quickly grown cranky beneath all that fur, and hunkered down beneath an overhang to take shelter. Peregrine had continued on, promising not to venture too far.
Her gait slowed, the slope-faced she-cat hesitating as she recalled just where she and her sister had parted ways. The territory had still been primarily stone-based, only small hints of the grassy stretch to come visible. And then she'd found a tree, standing alone in a clearing. Such an astonishingly enchanting organism. She purred to herself, picking up a confident trot once more. The tree had guided her to a river, with water tumbling enthusiastically over itself despite the lack of direction provided by a feature as mountainous as her new home.
By then, she'd felt an insurmountable urge to know just what was on the opposite bank. It beckoned to her, and she'd searched the river for shallow water. Scouring the bank had certainly eaten up a considerable amount of time, but she'd been successful in identifying and navigating a path across the tumultuous waters. Her long legs proved advantageous in that scenario, as the water had barely reached the short fur of her belly before she clambered up the opposite bank. Another small spattering of trees greeted her there; those trees now bore the claw marks of a failed climbing attempt, which the inquisitive she-cat had abandoned when a small bird fluttered passed her nose. She'd chased the creature for several bounds, but it ultimately escaped her grasp.
Her pace slowed again as she recalled the adventure. Pale green eyes narrowed, as though scrutinizing something before her, though the subject of her analysis was invisible to all but herself. Their flight patterns differ from the birds inhabiting our skies. She noted. Ah! How silly of me, of course! These minuscule beings are accustomed to prey-like behavior, for they are more often hunted than the eagles and falcons of our home. Adjustments will be required if I am to be successful in my future endeavors. Satisfied with her discovery, she continued forth.
The trees unfolded before her with increasing frequency. Before long, she stumbled across a rather impressive grouping, their trunks blackened mysteriously by some long-passed event. Drawn by the unfamiliar setting, the mountain-dwelling Tribe she-cat pushed herself into a lope. She found herself weaving between the trunks, the wingbeats of fleeing birds nothing but white noise to her as she relished in the sights. She felt as though she could run forever.
That is... Until she crossed a rather odd scent-line. Slamming her body into a skidding halt, her round-tipped, triangular ears pricked in a reflection of her dubiety. Re-approaching the invisible marker, Peregrine parted her jaws to draw in the scent more clearly. There was a strange underlying and uniform tang to it, but she could also pick out very distinct scents. It is as though... There is another group of cats living together like a Tribe! She thought excitedly, her tail flowing to and fro at the revelation.
Wondering idly where this group resided, and why in the name of the Tribe of Endless Hunting they had marked the ground here, Peregrine picked up a trot once more. Though her gaze continued to flicker from tree to tree with a distant interest, she was also on the lookout for the mysterious group of cats. She traveled no more than a dozen pawsteps when a soft rustle drew her attention. A small furry creature rustled about at the base of a tree, not yet aware of her presence. Fascination glinted behind her eyes, the Prey Hunter more accustomed to hunting sky-bound prey.
In an attempt to better understand the mechanisms on which this creature relied, the seasoned huntress stilled her body and quieted her breath, content to observe for as long as she went undetected.