Username: Oceanfosh
Cat Name: Acornleap
Clan: Cats of the Whispering WoodRank: Warrior
Gender: Female
Age: 46 moons
Major Mistake:xxxxxAcorn was a loner, simple as that. She previously was a kittypet, but one day a few moons ago her twolegs had disappeared. She didn’t really mind as the silence was comforting after many moons of howling twoleg kits. Sighing, Acorn scanned the leaf-littered forest floor. A mouse skittered from one bush to another, its beady eyes spotting something of interest to the furred creature. It wasn’t something Acorn was particularly interested in at the time, however it was too good a chance to pass up. The mouse was close to a tree, a branch hanging far above its head.
xxxxxShe stalked around the mouse in circles for a few moments, testing the possible ways for her to approach and kill it with ease, wary of the breeze. While the wind may carry Acorn’s scent, she knew very well that the noise of the trees covered the noise of her paw-steps. Eventually deciding on an angle, the she-cat quietly pulled herself up a tree, balancing as she headed through the branches towards the oblivious prey. Crossing from one tree onto the one above her mouse, the caliby halted. Something else was there, watching, and waiting. Glancing down, Acorn saw that whatever it was had to be after the same thing as her: the happy, tasty, mouse. She had to get it first.
xxxxxAn urgent feeling lifting the fur along her spine, Acorn locked onto her prey. Such a weak creature was a perfect meal, and it was hers. Pausing for a moment along the branch that hung over the busy mouse, she prepared to leap. Right when the breeze picked up again, Acorn dropped. The mouse, terrified, looked up from what it was doing. But it wasn’t because of the cat dropping from the sky. A flurry of wings beat Acorn to the mouse, talons snatching the creature from the air. The caliby hit the ground, not wasting a moment to pelt after the bird: a hawk.
xxxxxWind screaming in her ears, Acorn wasn’t sure why she even bothered. Maybe it was an old kittypet habit, to be frustrated when you don’t get what you want. But then, the mouse had been so close. If it weren’t for the hawk, she would have had a good meal for the day. The bird lifted into the sky, forcing Acorn to pause and scramble up a tree. She continued her pursuit, now focusing on not only the bird but ensuring that she didn’t miss a branch, even by a whisker. Only did the caliby stop once the bird flew higher and higher, becoming a dot in the distance as if it were a star made of shadows. Acorn slowed to a stop, letting herself drop to the ground.
xxxxxOh, she was irritated. Tail twitching, the feline looked around as she continued to pant from the run. The woods were dark and thick now, but it did not worry Acorn. She was far from her home before, and now she was simply further. Sighing, the caliby decided to look around. She padded off in a random direction, aware that at this point there was no heading back to her den, since she’d end up with a new one anyway. Eventually, she came up to a pond, a large tree growing beside it. About to approach the pond for a drink, Acorn whipped around as she heard a hiss.
xxxxx“What are you doing on my clan’s territory?” Its was another caliby, glaring at Acorn with pale blue eyes. She was obviously much younger than Acorn, and she hardly gave the orange eyed caliby time to respond. “Did you not smell the scent markers?”
“I did.” Acorn lied.
“Then why didn’t you stop?”
“I was running super fast and couldn’t stop.”
“Then why haven’t you turned and left?”
“I-“
“That’s right. Your paws are louder than Stormface’s mouth. Catch something to make up for all the prey you just scared off.”
Acorn sighed. She wasn’t sure who Stormface was, but the caliby was sure that she had scared off plenty of prey. This was the point where she had just wished she had turned and fled, never returning. But she did. Stalking her prey and leaping from the tree, Acorn caught a bird, which she then gave to the caliby that was waiting by the pond.
“You’re good at jumping. You’d also make a good warrior. Do you want to join the clan?”
xxxxxAcorn had no clue where that had come from, but the caliby really didn’t give her a choice.
“What do you want your prefix to be?”
“Prefix? My name is Acorn? What?”
“Acornleap. Follow me, I’ll show you the camp.”
Acorn, apparently now named Acornleap, had absolutely zero clue why she had followed. The clan was a disaster, and Acorn regretted joining.
