by Duskshine » Sat Feb 06, 2016 1:41 pm
Dawnpaw - She-cat - 8 moons - Tagged: Spiritfire
Dawnpaw moved on, sighing as she ignored the scents of other prey, searching out more squirrels. She would have preferred to starve on a regular hunting mission, because at least then the only prey that would get away from her would be prey she scared away, not prey she was supposed to avoid. She kept on moving until she caught fresh squirrel-scent and spotted the grey body and distinctive tail she'd been searching for. Up in a tree. Well, she'd just have to climb as quietly as she could, she supposed, and see if she could still sneak up on it. It wasn't very high up. She began to climb the tree, which was thankfully not close enough to other trees that the squirrel would have an easy time leaping to the next one. Her paws were sure and silent, and her claws only scratched the bark occasionally. Once the squirrel tensed and looked around, and she froze, watching it, her muscles trembling as she fought to keep her place on the tree. When it went back to whatever squirrel-business it was doing, she heaved herself onto the first branch for a rest, stretching out her shoulders, which hurt after expending so much energy to hold steady and quiet. You'd better be the tastiest darn squirrel under the sun, or so help me I will shred you, she thought angrily at the squirrel, which continued to nibble at its nut as she prepared to climb over to its branch.
Dawnpaw was ready to just leap over and end it, but she was certain she would fall regardless of whether she killed the squirrel and she doubted she could land well. She glanced down. Certainly she could land without badly injuring herself, but it would be painful all the same. Instead, she hooked her claws into the trunk's bark again and, sore shoulders protesting, slid over to the squirrel's branch. Easy now, but quick, she told herself- caution for the branch, but quick for the kill. She padded out, and the moment the squirrel's head jerked around at the vibration she pounced, killing but dropping the squirrel as she clung to the branch. "Foxdung!" She hissed, her front end over the branch as her body and hind legs hung. If she fell from here, she'd definitely hurt herself, as she would barely have time to turn in the air before hitting the ground. Come on, Dawnpaw, what would Leafwisp think of a clumsy apprentice who falls out of trees while hunting? she berated herself as she fought to get a better grip on the branch. "Spiritfire? I could use a little help, if you have any advice!" She called out, trying to sound calmer than she was.
All that is gold does not glitter;
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither;
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
~J.R.R. Tolkienx
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