Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Feb 26, 2020 2:54:25 GMT -5
Full Moon on Still Water
Tribe of Forgotten Waters
It had taken a long time for the tiny feline to step paw into the snow covered lands once the season changed. The fear and trauma from being nearly killed by a wall of ice still woke her from the occasional nightmares.
Yet now, here she was, happily trotting into the wide entrance to the familiar sight of the main cave. She had to pause so shake out her soft, long coat though it was impossible to see the flakes of cold on her white pelt until they were shaken away.
The rest of the Prey-Hunters and a few Cave-Guards followed in after little Moon as the tiny feline with the heart of a tiger happily pranced over to the pile of prey with a snow-hare that practically rivaled her own size.
Almost tripping over her paws, Moon smoothly managed to drop the rabbit off next to a couple mice and a young raptor some larger Prey-Hunters had managed to snag earlier that morning.
Flickering her plume tail, Moon tilted her head slightly as those brilliant blue pools of hers looked over the feathered bird before moving to puck a good amount from one of it's wings. They made for good warmth when added to bedding and the little she-cat figured she'd take some to weave into Rooster's nest.
The Cave-Guards slept closer to the entrance of the cave in a little grotto, they were always the first to feel the chill of the air outside the rocky, cavern walls. Happily bouncing under larger cats and through paws, Moon scrambled her way towards the grotto with a muzzle full of soft, brown feathers.
Naturally, the little white she-cat quickly made her way to Rooster's nest. The young tom was a good friend and almost like her brother. She had nursed and grown alongside he and his littermates, they were practically family.
Upon nearing it Moon couldn't help a small giggle that rose from her chest at the sight of several rocks of different variations piled up into the nest of Rooster's. It was more than likely the work of Song, that swift minded she-cat was so unpredictable and random.
Moon left a few feathers upon the rock pile before turning to see if any other nests were in need of any when her glittering hues landed on a stray, barren nest off on it's own and well away from the others.
It had to be Hound's...
Moon's adoptive mother had told her the history behind the large black Cave-Guard when she over heard some other cats gossiping not that long ago. Lizard herself didn't seem cold or mean towards the younger tom, in fact she encouraged Moon to be friendly towards him.
Without giving a second thought, the little fluffy cloud of fur pranced on over to the lonely nest. Hound's scent was faint but there as she lowered her haunches to happily weave some brown feathers into the soft, well used nest. Her plume tail happily wriggled on the floor behind her as she worked while absentmindedly rocking her head back and forth as a purr rose within her chest.
Stay Wild, Moon Child