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Post by shrimp on Nov 11, 2007 7:57:10 GMT -5
Small paws carried the kit through the grass blades, the soft feeling of them caresing her fur being somewhat comforting. She had been traveling for a while now, but never had she come across grass as soft as this one. Letting out a small purr of content -- the first one in quite a while -- Snowkit continued to make her way through unfamiliar lands. The hills were nice and breezy, coated with more and more of this soft grass -- as far as her bright blue eyes could see. It was like a small heaven, filled with comforting scents. Yet her mind was too winded up in other business, thus the young kit forgot to check that the old cats' scents were stale and not fresh. She didn't knew if they would be friendly or hostile, but the hunger drove the small kit to hunt in someone else's land.
Her stomach rumbled once more, signaling to the young kit that it wished food -- and now. Snowkit sighed, shaking her head slightly in frustration. "I know you're hungry... But that vole managed to find a safe place too fast..." As she begun to groom herself, trying to take her mind away from her hunger, rusting came from up ahead. A rabbit was close as it made a meal of the tender grass, young and rather small -- though definitely more than enough to satiate the hunger of a kit. Dropping on a crouch the small kitten prayed to StarClan that her stomach wouldn't make a sound -- otherwise the rabbit would flee and she would miss yet another chance to eat.
Slowly she inched closer, the long eared creature ahead oblivious to the danger as it continued to graze. Finally she was a kit length away, and the kitten wasted no more time. Jumping Snowkit pounced on the startled prey, claws unsheathed as they held on to the fur of it as if life depended on it -- and in a way her life did depend on this meal. He small jaws tried to find the throat, bitting with her razor sharp teeth for all she was worth. Finally, after a long and noisy struggle, the rabbit went limp -- Snowkit letting go of the neck as she licked her lips. Her stomach rumbled once more, louder than before, and the young she-kit wasted no time in beginning to devour her meal.
She was so hungry that she had even failed to check her surrounding for potential enemies or friends -- thus any scent had gone unnoticed, overpowered by the strong smell of the rabbit as Snowkit begun to devour it. |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Nov 18, 2007 17:56:05 GMT -5
((Sorry for taking so long, but there was that whole war concept to finish lol))
His fangs knitted delicately in Lotus' fur as he dragged the brown and black tabby's body across the leaf-covered deer path. He brushed past ferns and brush apathetically. He soon made a right where the trail split at the base of an aspen in the Moonlit Hills. He always did like it here.
Dropping the she-cat's corpse for a moment to get her scent out of his mouth, Saintcalling groomed himself and took a break, pondering on where to bury the rogue's body. Seeing a mole hole not far off, the black and white tom took up the burden once more to yank her to the hole. He dumped and buried her, using nearby mud to cover up the pit. Turning with a heavy sigh, the tom plopped down on his rear and promptly groomed himself. He also caught himself a snack, a fat field mouse.
Coming to his feet for the boring return home, Saintcalling suddenly paused, twirking his ears and whiskers. "An intruder?" he wondered softly out loud, lunging up onto the nearest rock. There he saw her, a small she-kit eating a rabbit. "What in StarClan?"
He leapt down and sprinted for the female, leaping out with tuxedo pelt bristling. "You're on MoonClan Territory, young kit. What are you doing out alone?" He knew the Warrior Code dictated that no kit would be neglected but he held only the slimmest respect for it after what his Clan had done to him. Then again, he had been the one to break rules back then.[/color]
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