Post by .:Speckle:. on May 12, 2008 16:49:01 GMT -5
A dark brown tabby shape moved through the shadows soundlessly. His brown eyes searched his surroundings, he was a Bloodclan warrior and on the prowl. When he came to the Windclan scent markers he didn't even pause, he justs tepped right over and killed his prey and continued hunting on Windclan territory. He was stalking a vole when a flash of silver dashed past him killing it first. It was a beautiful silver tabby she-cat. Thorn paused, it was the same Windclan she-cat he had seen the other day. He lifted his head and crouched low to the ground, his scent was masked with goldenrod which he had rolled in earlier. It smells nice and fresh so it was better than fox dung. He smiled slightly as he watched the Windclan she-cat pick up her kill and pad off into the under growth. He followed.
Featherstep was in a good mood. The sun was high in the sky and the air was fresh and nice. Her pink nose scented the air and she smiled as she bounded through the tall grass. She lifted her head the scent of goldenrod wafted past but she ignored it, it was a comen herb after all. But she stopped when she scented the smell becoming stronger and stronger even though she was walking away from the area. She turned around and narrowed her eyes looking into the under growth. When she saw movement she pounced and found herself slamming into a dark brown tabby tom, her surprise caught her off gaurd and he took teh chance to pinn the light silver she-cat down. She snarled under him, "Get off me!!" she yowled furiously.
Thorn smirked, "Well, well, if it isn't Featherstep. The famous Windclan deputy also known as the beauty of the moors" he meowed. He felt her struggle beneith him and he set one paw on her white chest, "No, your not getting away from me this time" he meowed. "I have plans you know, and you better not mess up my scedual"
Featherstep was in a good mood. The sun was high in the sky and the air was fresh and nice. Her pink nose scented the air and she smiled as she bounded through the tall grass. She lifted her head the scent of goldenrod wafted past but she ignored it, it was a comen herb after all. But she stopped when she scented the smell becoming stronger and stronger even though she was walking away from the area. She turned around and narrowed her eyes looking into the under growth. When she saw movement she pounced and found herself slamming into a dark brown tabby tom, her surprise caught her off gaurd and he took teh chance to pinn the light silver she-cat down. She snarled under him, "Get off me!!" she yowled furiously.
Thorn smirked, "Well, well, if it isn't Featherstep. The famous Windclan deputy also known as the beauty of the moors" he meowed. He felt her struggle beneith him and he set one paw on her white chest, "No, your not getting away from me this time" he meowed. "I have plans you know, and you better not mess up my scedual"
