Post by spike on Jan 23, 2010 2:31:57 GMT -6
The white tom was prancing around like a kit after a leaf. He showed slight caution in where his paws were placed but otherwise he had no sign of care to his surroundings. That except the constant batting of Blizzardfur's ears. It was not often he went out hunting anymore. It just wasn't easy when the world felt restricted. The sun was high in the sky and his pinkish eyes rose to meet it. He had to narrow his albino eyes to see the intense white orb that hovered above the cats.
A large bird cirlced above. Icetail remembered that these were bad. He had seen them strike down and steal prey from them before. They loved the small rodents and such that his Clan ate. They were better off dead probably. He glanced over his shoulder, this time on Snowcloud. She hadn't really been playing much with him as Blizzardfur was. It was no fun to see the she-cat, one he often recognized as a fun-loving cat, almost avoiding it. But they were here now. It was a fallen tree, or rather The Fallen Tree. It was marked with scents of his Clan and he could tell it was the end of their range. The air was perfumed with the aromas of prey and earth.
Having that scent tickle his uppder jaw made a pool of hungry saliva gather. He cleared his throat then tilted his head in a questioning manner at Snowcloud. His claws almost ached to hunt now. But he'd wait for them because he had a feeling they had a better sense of this world than he did. They all did. Icetail never really got over the fact that he was different. It wasn't just the eyes either. He was practically trembling with fierce excitement to sink his claws and fangs into the unsuspecting animals. He just wanted to hunt!
A large bird cirlced above. Icetail remembered that these were bad. He had seen them strike down and steal prey from them before. They loved the small rodents and such that his Clan ate. They were better off dead probably. He glanced over his shoulder, this time on Snowcloud. She hadn't really been playing much with him as Blizzardfur was. It was no fun to see the she-cat, one he often recognized as a fun-loving cat, almost avoiding it. But they were here now. It was a fallen tree, or rather The Fallen Tree. It was marked with scents of his Clan and he could tell it was the end of their range. The air was perfumed with the aromas of prey and earth.
Having that scent tickle his uppder jaw made a pool of hungry saliva gather. He cleared his throat then tilted his head in a questioning manner at Snowcloud. His claws almost ached to hunt now. But he'd wait for them because he had a feeling they had a better sense of this world than he did. They all did. Icetail never really got over the fact that he was different. It wasn't just the eyes either. He was practically trembling with fierce excitement to sink his claws and fangs into the unsuspecting animals. He just wanted to hunt!