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Post by Nekomancer on Sept 12, 2019 23:25:07 GMT -5
Early morning fog swallowed the figure of a dark tom moving along the bank of a stream, the pebbles under his paws carefully undisturbed with each pawstep. Smoldersoot took an inhale of the morning air, his pupils turning to slits before widening once again as he scanned the undergrowth on the opposite side of the stream. The gray tom took a moment to pause, standing for a few moments to look analyze the area further before feeling comfortable enough to sit beside the bank to bend his neck down and lap at the cold water. By the time the sun would be overhead, the water would warm enough to not be as crisp to his liking. Drinking to his satisfaction, he sat tall once again before bringing up a paw to lick a few times before swiping it across the back of his ear and down his face. The introverted tom cat did such morning activities regularly, keeping away from the stirrings in camp to start his day. He made sure to be back before any patrols were organized, at least most days. Sometimes a hunt would distract him, but he never returned empty-pawed.
Standing to his paws he assessed the scents around him one last time, this time catching the traces of rodent from the breeze upstream. Silently as before, he continued on. It was rare he was met by a clanmate this early, and so the tom didn't think to keep aware for those around him other than prey. His eyes were focused on his task, find the creature, which he concluded was a water vole.
ed paws were gentle but quick as they maneuvered their way through the most edges of the stream, careful not to create disruption in the peaceful early morning. Each step was graceful yet calculated as he she cat stayed close to the stream, any potential misstep would be hidden by the soft and alluring sound of the babbling stream. The early hunting expedition was outside of Foxwhisper's usual routine. Often, she would find herself partaking in patrols in the early morns rather than a hunt, but due to the growing number of refugee cats at Summerclan's camp, there was a need for more paws hunting around for additional food.
Stormy orbs worked over time as they took in each and every movement in the line of vision while a small pink nose breathed in the life around in attempt to pick up any sign of nearby prey. It didn't take too long for the familiar scent of a water vole to grace her senses, causing the she-cat to quicken her pace, her pupils dilating slowly as she tracked the scent down the side of the stream. Foxwhisper froze suddenly as at last she caught sight of the water vole, picking at the water's edge. The she-cat fell low to the ground, carefully moving forward in the grass around her. She silently calculated her distance, her legs itching with anticipation for the final pounce. Almost there-
Her muscles clenched tight and without a moment more of hesitation, she lept-
