- A she-cat's muzzle touched lightly to the dirt as she sniffed and parted her jaws, taking in the surrounding scents. The female was alone, searching along dried brush in a vacant clearing for a chance at a meal - something hard to come by lately. The entire area seemed to be evacuated of any other life, excluding the occasional buzzing of an insect. She needed to find food soon, already having gone several days without a significant meal. The clan kits were getting so thin..
The smallest movement of brittle grass made the feline poise her ears, high on alert for the possible grub near by. Her eyes flickered across her line of vision, irises composed of amber flecks within brown ovals. Her pelt mashed together with the scenery, a dusty brown colored body and blacked tipped ears, giving her the perfect advantage to surprise her prey.
Eyes finally locking onto the small vole sitting just to the side of a boulder, her muscles tensed. It wasn't much of a meal, a small snack really, but it was better than starving if she could manage to catch it. Nearly two weeks without a meal left her weak and disoriented, but she kept her wits and concentrated on the potential food as best she could.
Jaw set, she padded quietly closer, paws leaving silent marks behind. Once she was close enough, she moved into a crouching position low to the ground. All at once, the cat thrust her body out, deadly claws extended and landing harshly on the small animal. Several bones could be heard cracking with tiny shrieks of pain until a jaw enclosed itself around the animal's neck and it went limp. Blood gushed into it's brown fur, staining the ground as she pulled her dish away triumphantly. Her teeth quickly sank into the flesh, tearing off a bite and devouring it gratefully. That bite was all she allowed herself, as she knew she needed to get this back to the clan and to the kits, though it gave her the strength she needed.
Another few hours to live.
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This is a tough time for the Clan cats of Cedar and Marsh. If you read the above, you've probably noted the scarcity of food. Once, the land was teeming with life and prosperity. Now? Now it's quite the opposite. The land is dying. There is drought and the weather is hot and dry. Many prey animals have either moved on or died out. The same has happened with the cats. The clans have been struggling to survive. Some cats have already perished and some have even left the territories. Fights over food frequently break out between the two clans, and even within between clanmates. What will happen to these creatures? Will the clans survive here, or will they die? Will they decide that this just isn't home anymore and go in search of a new territory? Whether they stay or go, they cannot survive without each other. The future is yet unwritten. Will you play a part in it?
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