Post by slack on Apr 3, 2011 21:43:58 GMT -6
The base of her tail was beginning to itch terribly. She was forced to turn a cold shoulder upon the burning sensation, though. Within her mind, she vainly tried to push the irritant behind a wall of stubborn will. It wasn't entirely a success, but the desire to whip around and tear at the itch was beginning to fade the longer she stared at her prize. High above her small head perched an eye-catching scarlet bird. From the moment Mousewhisker had caught sight of the charming little creature, she had experienced an intense urge to capture it. The young she-cat fancied beautiful things. Mousewhisker had learned at an early age what a fugacious, fickle thing beauty could be. She had since made it a small, private hobby to ensnare whatever loveliness she could within her small paws.
The vibrant red feathers would be weaved into her nest. The meat would settle at the bottom of her belly. The blood would warm her palette and briefly stain her sandy pelt. Oh, she would bathe in the death of something beautiful today. Nothing, besides her own failed attempt, would restrain the warrior from quenching her burning desire.
Overhead, the crimson bird remained blithely ignorant of her grounded stalker. Were looks able to kill, Mousewhisker would have had the creature in her grasp long ago. Her eyes, wide and perfectly round, raked invisible claws across the object of her yearning. At the moment, even Mousewhisker's muscled haunches could not have propelled her body high enough to come close to the bird. However, in almost the bat of an eyelash, the creature took flight. The she-cat trailed the bird closely, her gaze trained hard on the naive animal. Surprisingly, it didn't travel far. Shortly after, Mousewhisker watched as it alighted upon the fallen tree nearby. A shock of excitement coursed through her body and she eagerly crawled closer. Very gingerly, and using the tree as leverage, the dusty female pulled herself onto her hind legs to stretch and peer over the log. She hunched her small shoulders down, tucked her head in close, and pulled her ears back flat against her skull to keep her location hidden from her prey.
To a spectator, the following seconds were nearly a blur. Very briefly, Mousewhisker tensed the muscles in her limbs, letting the strength and power coil tight. In the next moment, she shoved hard against the fallen log with her forelegs. Simultaneously, her hind legs pushed off against the ground. Her actions propelled her high over the edge of the tree. Throughout the time, her wide eyes had never strayed from the object of her obsession. Her flight was a short one, but not quite as short as the bird's. Mousewhisker was upon the creature before it could even gain enough strength to pull itself out of her grasp. Mousewhisker's weight left the bird breathless, causing an alarm call to die in it's fragile throat.
Although she was a killer, Mousewhisker wasn't without mercy. The bird was dispatched as quickly and cleanly as possible. Nothing beautiful should suffer.
The vibrant red feathers would be weaved into her nest. The meat would settle at the bottom of her belly. The blood would warm her palette and briefly stain her sandy pelt. Oh, she would bathe in the death of something beautiful today. Nothing, besides her own failed attempt, would restrain the warrior from quenching her burning desire.
Overhead, the crimson bird remained blithely ignorant of her grounded stalker. Were looks able to kill, Mousewhisker would have had the creature in her grasp long ago. Her eyes, wide and perfectly round, raked invisible claws across the object of her yearning. At the moment, even Mousewhisker's muscled haunches could not have propelled her body high enough to come close to the bird. However, in almost the bat of an eyelash, the creature took flight. The she-cat trailed the bird closely, her gaze trained hard on the naive animal. Surprisingly, it didn't travel far. Shortly after, Mousewhisker watched as it alighted upon the fallen tree nearby. A shock of excitement coursed through her body and she eagerly crawled closer. Very gingerly, and using the tree as leverage, the dusty female pulled herself onto her hind legs to stretch and peer over the log. She hunched her small shoulders down, tucked her head in close, and pulled her ears back flat against her skull to keep her location hidden from her prey.
To a spectator, the following seconds were nearly a blur. Very briefly, Mousewhisker tensed the muscles in her limbs, letting the strength and power coil tight. In the next moment, she shoved hard against the fallen log with her forelegs. Simultaneously, her hind legs pushed off against the ground. Her actions propelled her high over the edge of the tree. Throughout the time, her wide eyes had never strayed from the object of her obsession. Her flight was a short one, but not quite as short as the bird's. Mousewhisker was upon the creature before it could even gain enough strength to pull itself out of her grasp. Mousewhisker's weight left the bird breathless, causing an alarm call to die in it's fragile throat.
Although she was a killer, Mousewhisker wasn't without mercy. The bird was dispatched as quickly and cleanly as possible. Nothing beautiful should suffer.
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