|
Post by redstar on Jan 3, 2008 23:01:13 GMT -5
Redstar creeped silently towards the camp entrance early morning before the sun had risen. Hoping to get a nice hunt alone, she hurried out and towards the best hunting grounds for some peace.
|
|
|
Post by Alexa on Jan 4, 2008 16:26:01 GMT -5
Darkpelt was woken up by the disturbance in the warriors den. "Why do these cats fidget around so much?", he thought. He longed to get some food from the fresh kill pile, but he was only a warrior for a moon and thought he didnt have the priveliege himself. He saw a creeping shadow in the camp and saw Redstar heading out of camp. "Well, I think I gotta go and hunt myself", he muttered under his breath. He headed for camp entrance as fast as he could and found the best hunting ground where nobody else was there. He scented something, but what? A mouse. He crouched down into the position his old mentor had taught him and followed the scent of the mouse. It was all alone next to a bush waiting foritself to be killed, with a jump and a scratch, the mouse dropped dead between Darkpelt's teeth. He felt proud of himself and trotted happily back to camp.
|
|
|
Post by redstar on Jan 8, 2008 18:11:56 GMT -5
Redstar came back from hunting. Her head was hung low, and she carried no prey in her jaws. Her large amber eyes were wide, and she quivered with every step. She looked at non eof her warriors as she passed them, and headed straight for her den.
|
|