A Change of Scenery [open] Apr 26, 2014 19:47:18 GMT 1
Post by Dusty on Apr 26, 2014 19:47:18 GMT 1
The dark she-cat's pawpads ached as she travelled, her soft feet used to the soft terrain of Treeclan's forest, not the harsh rocky outcroppings she had taken herself to now. This area of the mountain range skirted her territory, so of course her paws were still met by grass, however it was not the lush kind that grew within the forest. Here the grass was dry and struggled to keep hold of it's grip on the mountain range. Were she to venture much further, she would find that it would cease to grow at all. However, she did not hold much of a desire to submit herself to such a disadvantage.
The she-cat had found herself back in camp earlier than expected, having caught a couple particularly large pieces of prey whilst out hunting for the clan. She had taken this to mean she could get away with returning early, particularly as she did not wish to lose such kills in any manner. However she hadn't counted on the boredom that would come from sititng in camp with little else to do. Many were still out hunting, or sleeping off night patrols. It was not yet midday and the sun was still low in the sky, though it would peak before too long. The day brought a slight chill, but not an unpleasant one, and she had decided that she would serve better purpose returning ton the hunt.
However she had prowled the forest once already today, and succeeded well. If there was one thing Duskpelt desired, it was the thrill of a challenge. The she-cat's wandering mind and paws had brought her to the edge of the forest and out into no mans land. The wild mountains. A rough terrain that she had rarely ventured onto, truth be told. Yes, hunting here would challenge her. Her keen green eyes scoured the landscape, searching for sign of any life, but seldom could be seen. Not to mention the lack of cover available even if she had seen something.
Yes, truly it would be a challenge.
He eyes flashed and ears drew back as she saw a shadow move ahead of her. The perputrator was merely a small lizard. It would feed no one and no doubt tasted foul compared to the fat beasts she could catch in her own territory. But she would have it. She narrowed her eyes, and slower than usual, conscious the lizard could look her way any moment if he sensed her movement, she moved into a pouncing position.
However her bulky boar body was built for springing, but made such obvious attempts more difficult and her quarry sensed her shifting. It's eyes flashed as it saw her and she saw it's tongue flick before it darted away, it's escape so abruptly fast that she had barely time to register it before she was left to stand back up and register her failure. She rolled her eyes, at herself or the lizard, she wasn't sure and continued to make her careful way along the outcroppings.