Post by Hellion on Oct 28, 2017 22:18:25 GMT -5
Starlingcry
and i tired to hold these secrets inside of me
my mind's like a deadly disease
my mind's like a deadly disease
"Are you heading to ambush pond?" Asked a large grey colored tom that unforantetly remdined the black she-cat of her father, Ashtail was his name.
"Perhaps, why do you ask?" She replied, her tail flicking angerly behind her. She didn't see the point of why Ashtail was asking such a question. Just because he was the new deputy didn't mean he needed to talk to her as if she was some young apprentice. However, Starlingcry kept her mouth such about her opinions of his words and instead settled her cold blue eyes on him.
"NightClan cat risk anyone getting lost in the night," Ashtail told her, his tone curt and telling of his annoyance at her words.
"I'm sure I handle myself," She meowed before sidestepping the grey tom and walking past him. Ashtail decided against calling out to her and let the she-cat leave the camp without another word.
Once outside Starlingcry embraced the coolness of the night. The way the wind played with her long fur and the lack of birds singing. An eerie peace, something she loved. Tilting her head toward the wind she drank in the scents of the evening. Nothing fresh caught her attention so she ventured toward the ambush pond as Ashtail had asked earlier. It wasn't the wisest of choices and few did it in the dark, it was risky. Even in the daytime, a cat could easily die from the boggy ground below but Starlingcry wasn't phased. She liked the challenge.
Close the gap between herself and the ambush pond, she stopped a few tail-lengths short before taking a good leap onto a nearby branch. Taking a moment to steady herself before she ventured out to the edge of it. The scent of ducks was heavier in the air, making Starlingcry's heart race. The hunt was on! Moving carefully along the branches and various sturdy parts of the area, she waited to find something worth the risk.
Happening upon a nesting female, Starlingcry waited to time and leaped for it, but the ground where the dusk was nesting was softer then she expected. Instead of landing hard on the fowl she only managed to push the bird deeper into the pond before her wings started to beat frantically. One hit Starlingcry square in the jaw, startling the she-cat and forcing her to step back but she misjudged her paw-placement.
Instead of standing on something sturdy her paw sank and there was a sudden feeling of possible drowning. Letting out a yowl, Starlingcry cried for anyone to help. Her paws moving quickly to keep her from meeting a watery grave.
i'm meaner than my demons. i'm bigger than these bones.
safe this arrogant she-cat.