Post by Mercia on May 30, 2015 23:11:00 GMT -5
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It had been awhile since Crowfang had returned to camp, she had quickly set up a dawn patrol for the morning and then swiftly left the camp. It was unusual that she had left the clan on her own so early in the day, typically she let herself have her escapes before anyone awoke or when most cats were asleep but today she felt especially antsy and before she knew it she had traveled deep into her clan's grasslands. While the cool winds felt nice as they carefully ruffled her black and white fur she realized visiting this part of Nightclan territory was a mistake. She thought she would do with some hunting before returning home but not only was hunting not her strong suit she was particularly bad at catching in this open, grassy land. Sniffing the air she tried to focus, ignoring her doubtful mind. It wasn't very long before she caught a hint of a mouse and immediately she dropped down into a crouch to stalk it out. She saw the creature nibbling around some flowers at a base of one of the hills, unaware of the large cat watching it. She moved forwards as quietly as possible before she charged at it catching speed before it could notice her. It seemed luck would not be in her favor though for as she was ready to startle it she tripped over the dip in the ground alerting the mouse and sending it scurrying away before she could recover. Shaking out her fur she cursed loudly while she twitched her white tail back and forth, irritation prickling at her. tagged: (open) notes: (n/a) |
