by xXCherryleafXx » Thu Nov 17, 2011 3:54 pm
Darkflower looked around for something to do. Maybe she could go hunting, or make her own territory, she decided to make borders for her little area that she was now going to live in. She walked to the nearest tree and scent marked it. She walked to the other side near the moorlands and marked there. She knew that if she would get caught she would probably end up being attacked, but she decided that the risks were small. So when she finnished doing her thing she noticed her grumbling stomach. She slowly padded back towards the stream and stopped when she heard something rustling in the bush. As a little Vole came out she became dead silent and still. Then she pounced, gracefully she landed on it and killed it with a swift bite to the neck. She picked it up and walked back to her one-cat camp. She set it down and sighed, the updrafts from the moorlands blew a little into her "camp" and it ruffled her fur. Darkflower nibbled on her Vole, taking her time. And when she finnished she decided to make a den for herself. So she found a nice fallen log at the back of her "camp" and she pushed some soft moss into it. She patted it down, but not too much so it would still be a little fluffy. The dark tabby she-cat hung some moss from the entrance of the den so it was darker in there. Her day had made her a little tired so she decided to take a nap.
(Whew long post, but basicly she is a loner and is deciding to live by herself in her own little world haha (: )