Post by spike on Oct 29, 2011 9:12:16 GMT -6
Leaf-fall. While most cats dreaded this time of year for the sense that it would lead to leaf-bare, a particular she-cat found that she adored it for the way the fields glowed in the mid-afternoon autumn sun. As she trotted gracefully through the fields, she smiled, feeling all too happy when a small wind graced her pelt. She sighed and slowed to a halt, head tilted back to catch the breeze across her face. Bluefang could sense today would be a good day. Still, it was a tad boring. Half of her wished she had an apprentice to keep her busy or that hunting would turn around to be a bit more fruitful. It wasn’t as if prey was scarce this time of year. But some hunts you win, some hunts you don’t.
Not that she was wishing for a badger or a loner to stumble around and cause trouble. The gray she-cat huffed and sat down, glancing up at the half lit sky. ‘I wonder if anybody is around,’ she mused. There would be no harm in looking for another warrior to travel along with, right? Besides, maybe it would motivate her a little more if there was a little competition. This would not have been so hard if Brownfur was still around. Wincing at his memory, Bluefang mentally wiped him away and stood back up to walk on. She would catch a scent soon, and maybe have her fun as she wished. Thankfully, she didn’t have to go very far before a familiar scent tumbled across her senses. A familiar scent, a tom. Harewhisker! That would be excellent fun.
Smirking to herself, Bluefang shifted into a trot, hurrying to catch the scent before he went away. She could catch him, maybe, and begin a nice competition. That sounded marvelous. When the scent became stronger, Bluefang ducked down and crept ahead through the grass, narrowing her pale eyes ahead where she knew Harewhisker would be. Good thing both were sent to get some hunting done. She would have missed picking on a fellow warrior like him. ‘Watch out, Harewhisker,’ she mentally purred, not noticing the shift in the wind.