Post by ☆ Y e l l o w ☆ on Jun 23, 2011 18:05:47 GMT -6
The setting sun cast an orange glow over the swampy terrain of ShadowClan's land, bathing the territory in a firey light that was only deflected by the occasional tall tree standing firm in the wet ground. The light touched the she-cat's ginger pelt, setting it ablaze like the ring of fire that was quickly disappearing from the sky. Mud squished between her toes, the familiar feeling not as discomforting as to one who might not have lived in the swamps for their entire life like she had. The ShadowClan apprentice padded quickly, pushing her way through the mud and reeds as she neared the stream that would take her closer to the border with ThunderClan. Occasionally she glanced over to make sure her companion was still with her, but for the most part she focused only on her own path and the scents and sounds around her.
At last they reached the stream, and Brightpaw paused a tail-length from the bank, observing the height of the stream and the area around it. The weather had slowly been growing cooler lately, and the days shorter, but the streams still appeared to be at a healthy height. She crouched down a bit, keeping her tail still as to not make any unnecessary noise as well as keep it as free from mud as possible. All around them crickets hummed, but the reeds stayed quiet with no gentle breeze rustling them against each other. A frog croaked nearby and Brightpaw's ears twitched at the sound, her sharp eyes searching out the spot the noise had come from.
"Stay quiet," Brightpaw warned Graypaw, turning her head slightly to glance at her fellow apprentice. It hadn't been her decision to go hunting with this tom; both their mentors were busy and the two simply didn't have anything to do so they had decided to come out together. Brightpaw didn't have anything against Graypaw, but she didn't particularly admire him either, so it didn't hurt to advise him on the correct way to hunt. She was sure he was competent enough, but she didn't want anything to ruin her chances at bringing home a decent sized catch. "I hear frogs around, so as long as they don't get scared, we should be able to catch them." Brightpaw looked back toward the stream, senses alert. It was just a waiting game from this point on.
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