Post by ANABEL ?! on Jul 18, 2011 5:56:31 GMT
RAELYN M. SINAVRA
[/i] - or, rather, the freedom that came with being a warrior. he still had responsibilities, duties that he owed to his clan - his clan! he skid to a halt, ears hot - in his excitement he had forgotten that he needed to hunt, or find something productive to do with his spare time. oops. his white ears flipped back in shame, paws shuffling in that age-old sign of i'm sorry, i forgot, though no one was there to witness his little moment. with a disappointed little sigh the lean tom softly trotted off to his right, hoping to find some prey - provided he hadn't scared it all off. stupid cat, stupid cat, stupid cat...
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greetings! my name is anabel. i found you through an advertisement, naturally. here's a little snippet of something i did not too long ago, on a warriors site.
mere minutes later the mouth watering scent of a vole passed over his scent glands, causing the young male to shiver in anticipation. a small smile worked its way across his lips as he crouched, stalking forward until he could see the creature - a cute, plump little thing, mouse-like in looks and delicious in flavor - nibbling daintily on something he couldn't see. aw! why does prey have to be so cute?! he was slightly saddened when he pounced on it, snapping its neck with a swift bite, sending thanks to starclan. humming happily the white and cream thunderclanner buried the vole in the hollow of a tree so he could pick it up when he finished hunting. he then turned and - with a satisfied spring in his step - wandered off towards the distant sound of the river.
he found it with minor blundering mistakes - he rarely went out to the borders, he couldn't really be blamed! - and he was simply going to drink from it before his blue eyes caught sight of the stepping stones. his eyes widened as did his grin as he hurried over to them, leaping onto the first. i wonder, he pondered aloud, where exactly the border is. with that he hopped onto the next one, continuing until he was almost in the middle of the river. one final stone! he announced drastically, will he make it?
he laughed loudly, jumping for the last time. his forelegs made it with no problem - it was his hind-legs that didn't grip into the slippery rock. with a startled yelp his rear end slid into the water, soaking his cream-ringed tail and white bottom. he clawed desperately at the stone, hissing as he finally hauled himself up; sitting there with his ears drawn back he looked almost like a (pretty) half-drowned rat. good going kestrelflight. he mumbled to himself.
ew, wet, wet, wet, nasty, wet...[/ul]
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