Post by Rendezvous on Apr 26, 2013 19:18:35 GMT -5
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Lilacfoot treaded lightly today, mainly because it was raining and the ground underfoot was complete slush. She could feel the mud oozing its way between her paws, and as she searched for prey scent in the forest, she could feel the occasional speck of mud flinging up into her pelt. Lilacfoot hated the rain, but what cat didn't hate the rain? It wasn't the fact that that water was raining down from the heavens, it was the fact that rain threatened to wash away any trace of prey scent. The blue point feline opened her mouth to take in what scents remained, and to her relief, she caught the scent of a crow, and before she saw it, she heard he dark bird's eerie cawing.
Smiling, she stalked through the rain, surprisingly glad that the rain had soaked her pelt, hiding her scent from the prey. If you could discover prey scent in the rain, it would be the perfect time to catch prey for the clan. The large black bird was walking under the shelter of a large pine, and it appeared as if it was trying to crack an with its beak. Narrowing her eyes in an attempt to keep some of the rain from impairing her vision, the she-cat bounded through the rain, claws extended, and grabbed hold of the unsuspecting bird. Delivering a quick bite to its neck, she ended its life and dragged it away from its shelter.
The she-cat felt as if she weighed as much as a hundred pregnant queens. Dragging the crow through the mud, the soaked cat made her way back into camp. The large bird would surely enough make a decent meal for a full grown warrior, if they didn't mind their dinner being a bit soggy. Laying the crow on the fresh-kill pile, the warrior only just realized that her fur was caked in mud and grime. Sighing, the she-cat preceded to head for the warrior's den and shook her pelt, much to the frustration of nearby cats. "Sorry!" She meowed an apology as she retreated back outside, figuring that she would be better off elsewhere.
Somewhere dry..hmm. The she-cat bounded back out of camp and observed the area before finding an old tree with a hole in it near the base of it. Lucky me. Stepping into the entrance, the siamese found that the hole in the tree was quite roomy, for being a hole in a tree and all. The place smelled as if it had been home to a raccoon at one point, but it was long since gone. Shaking her pelt again, the warrior went to work at grooming her fur, her ears listening to the melodies of the rainfall.
