Get in Your Places (Tag Red/Jazz) Oct 7, 2019 11:32:42 GMT -5
Post by Taxx on Oct 7, 2019 11:32:42 GMT -5
Leaf-fall Day Twelve: The sky is clear with small wisps of cloud. A soft breeze stirs the fallen leaves from the ground, creating a comforting rustling sound. The temperatures are usual, with no extreme highs or lows.
"I see things no one else sees."
The gentle flutter of something against her nose drew Adderpool from sleep and she peeled open an eye to see what it was. The black tip of her own tail, the fur swaying in time with her breath, met her gaze, and she shifted it a bit farther away before closing her eye again and curling deeper into the moss. Hemlock's breathing, still slow and steady, told her that he wasn't awake yet, but the quiet birdsong, as well as the dim light shining at the opening in the tree, let her know that the sun was up.
And her stomach, now that she was awake, was quick to let her know it would approve of food. Rolling to her belly, Adderpool slowly roused, stretched, and then padded to where they had begun to store prey. Nowhere near the amount a Clan would, of course- more to make it so that their first meal didn't have to be chased down. Making quick work of one mouse, Adderpool padded carefully past the bones and relics- wondering again who had gathered all of this and wishing she'd had the chance to meet them- and slid into the sunlight.
It was a pleasant day: sunny but not too hot. And now that they had a place of their own to defend and stay when the weather turned colder, there was no more lazy searching. Hemlock had been lucky to find it, even if the circumstances hadn't seemed so at the time. She recalled his intense interest in the place with a touch of amusement; it felt like it had been made for him.
Glancing upward, a precaution becoming second nature as she got used to living on the moor, Adderpool ensured there were no birds larger than a crow in the area before she set out on a stroll. No destination in mind, merely going where she pleased, enjoying the sun on her back and the breeze through her fur. She might hunt. The mouse hadn't been very filling, but she'd left one for Hemlock when he woke instead of taking both.
Ahead, Adderpool noticed a speck of black; as her gaze focused she recognized it as a cat. Momentarily she watched, motionless but for her tail, and then she padded toward it. She didn't call out, made no attempt to announce herself, but padded on steadily.
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