Post by Fae Magic on Dec 2, 2020 18:46:31 GMT -5
"People may give up on you but you must never give up on yourself." ~Mousepetal
The dark grey clouds hung thick in the dark sky of the night; blocking out the light of the moon and stars making the coldness of Leaf-Bare that much harsher. They'd been assigned a hunting patrol just as the last rays of dusk was settling in the horizons. Her nose twitched as she subconsciously tried to make sure she still had a nose on her face. A bat hung in her jaws as she trotted along briskly with the others towards camp. Bats were hard to catch because they did land on lower heights that cats would be able to catch like most birds did so Mousepetal was extremely proud of her catch, she had earned it with her stealth. Being a small feline and light on her paws she was a great hunter even if her white and grey fur didn't give her an advantage. Her amber gaze towards the darkened clouds above their heads as she noticed white flurries drifting to the ground. Snow? Well, it was cold enough.
The hunting party slipped through the entrance and went towards the small meager pile of a fresh kill. Mousepetal was about to lay her bat down in the pile but stopped a second before she'd laid it down and glanced towards the elder's den. It had been a while since she'd checked upon them. The last time she was in there that she could remember was when she and Bramblesnow went to get those ticks off of the elder's backs. A faint smile tugged at her mouth at the memory. It drove her to turn her direction of action and head straight for the den. She nosed her way in not seeing any elders out in the cold open clearing at that moment.
Letting her eyes readjust a second to the change of light the white and grey warrior took in her barings. She noticed the few elders curled up in their nests; happy to see that they had gotten fresh bedding. Giving a hum of approval she stepped in and sought out a particular figure. Now, this particular elder was not the happiest and always acted like he had something stuck up his butt but he was a tom that Mousepetal had grown fond of; she'd like to think that he liked her a little more than the others too when she was an apprentice.
Padding closer she set the black bat on the ground by the elder's nest and sat down in front of him; reaching out to lightly tap him on the shoulder, knowing full well he was not one for affectionate gestures and liked his personal space.
"Hey Ratfur, sorry if I disturbed you. I just came back from a hunting trip and cause a bat for the first time!" she spoke up softly and nudged the carcass towards him with a hopeful smile.
"I remembered that you hate frogs so I decided I'd give this to you instead. It wasn't an easy catch so I hope you'll enjoy it." she looked over her shoulder at the flurries and smiled a little more with a look of memory on her face.
"Did you notice that it's beginning to snow outside? I was happy to see that you guys had fresh bedding to keep you guys warm. I'm sorry I haven't visited more often...How have you been?" she asked turning her attention back to him.
Worried that maybe Ratfur either didn't remember her or didn't care the young warrior searched his face. He wasn't one for affection or much talking so a part of her worried that her mousey self that he had the slightest fondness for was gone because she talked a little more than she did when she was younger.
The hunting party slipped through the entrance and went towards the small meager pile of a fresh kill. Mousepetal was about to lay her bat down in the pile but stopped a second before she'd laid it down and glanced towards the elder's den. It had been a while since she'd checked upon them. The last time she was in there that she could remember was when she and Bramblesnow went to get those ticks off of the elder's backs. A faint smile tugged at her mouth at the memory. It drove her to turn her direction of action and head straight for the den. She nosed her way in not seeing any elders out in the cold open clearing at that moment.
Letting her eyes readjust a second to the change of light the white and grey warrior took in her barings. She noticed the few elders curled up in their nests; happy to see that they had gotten fresh bedding. Giving a hum of approval she stepped in and sought out a particular figure. Now, this particular elder was not the happiest and always acted like he had something stuck up his butt but he was a tom that Mousepetal had grown fond of; she'd like to think that he liked her a little more than the others too when she was an apprentice.
Padding closer she set the black bat on the ground by the elder's nest and sat down in front of him; reaching out to lightly tap him on the shoulder, knowing full well he was not one for affectionate gestures and liked his personal space.
"Hey Ratfur, sorry if I disturbed you. I just came back from a hunting trip and cause a bat for the first time!" she spoke up softly and nudged the carcass towards him with a hopeful smile.
"I remembered that you hate frogs so I decided I'd give this to you instead. It wasn't an easy catch so I hope you'll enjoy it." she looked over her shoulder at the flurries and smiled a little more with a look of memory on her face.
"Did you notice that it's beginning to snow outside? I was happy to see that you guys had fresh bedding to keep you guys warm. I'm sorry I haven't visited more often...How have you been?" she asked turning her attention back to him.
Worried that maybe Ratfur either didn't remember her or didn't care the young warrior searched his face. He wasn't one for affection or much talking so a part of her worried that her mousey self that he had the slightest fondness for was gone because she talked a little more than she did when she was younger.
Word Count: #626 || Tag: Phoenix || Notes: Dun-dun