Post by [ g.o.l.d.y ] on Aug 20, 2007 18:11:27 GMT -7
[ g.o.l.d.s.t.o.r.m ]
The pretty red-gold she-cat ambled down the path next to the Moonpool stream. A slight breeze ruffled her fur, creating an illusion that she was double her normal size. She was untensed, her claws were sheathed. Today was a day for relaxation, for the assurance that nothing would come to harm. For she was traveling on ground that belonged to WindClan alone, and if she did by chance meet other cats here, they were under the protection of StarClan to travel to the Moonpool in peace. If was nice sometimes to get away from clan life, as much as she enjoyed it, even if it was just to hunt alone for a while. She had not been sent out on a mission by the leader, but had chosen to get out of camp and do something good for the clan.
It was around midafternoon, the sun had risen to the zenith of the sky. The rays that extended from it hit the stream and reflected off of it, blinding all cats that ventured to look directly at it. Some small silver minnows darted around, with the sun shining from off their scales, giving them a mystical glow. She would attempt to catch them, except fishing was not her forte. Rabbits and field mice were her preferred prey, if they were in abundance. That was what she had been trained to catch from apprenticehood, and she was more than happy to stick with that.
Her paws plodded along, each following the other, guiding her to StarClan-knows-where. Not even she had an idea where she was going. If she saw anything to hunt, then she would track it down and return for it when she was coming back to camp, but so far, the opportunity had not arisen. She longed for company, a cat that wouldn't talk their head off, but enjoy the beauty of the landscape with her. But she was one of the only WindClan cats that desired the quiet solitude that the Moonpool Stream offered to her.
The pretty red-gold she-cat ambled down the path next to the Moonpool stream. A slight breeze ruffled her fur, creating an illusion that she was double her normal size. She was untensed, her claws were sheathed. Today was a day for relaxation, for the assurance that nothing would come to harm. For she was traveling on ground that belonged to WindClan alone, and if she did by chance meet other cats here, they were under the protection of StarClan to travel to the Moonpool in peace. If was nice sometimes to get away from clan life, as much as she enjoyed it, even if it was just to hunt alone for a while. She had not been sent out on a mission by the leader, but had chosen to get out of camp and do something good for the clan.
It was around midafternoon, the sun had risen to the zenith of the sky. The rays that extended from it hit the stream and reflected off of it, blinding all cats that ventured to look directly at it. Some small silver minnows darted around, with the sun shining from off their scales, giving them a mystical glow. She would attempt to catch them, except fishing was not her forte. Rabbits and field mice were her preferred prey, if they were in abundance. That was what she had been trained to catch from apprenticehood, and she was more than happy to stick with that.
Her paws plodded along, each following the other, guiding her to StarClan-knows-where. Not even she had an idea where she was going. If she saw anything to hunt, then she would track it down and return for it when she was coming back to camp, but so far, the opportunity had not arisen. She longed for company, a cat that wouldn't talk their head off, but enjoy the beauty of the landscape with her. But she was one of the only WindClan cats that desired the quiet solitude that the Moonpool Stream offered to her.