Post by x_JayFeather_x on May 2, 2006 23:00:41 GMT -5
BrokenSoul led his patrol out of the brush and into the open toward the border. AshPaw growed instinctively. "Rouges," the gray tom growled.
"Correct. We are at the CoreClan and Rouge Band border..." BrokenSoul commented.
IslandPaw raised his muzzle to taste the air. "Its recently fresh, I'd say a group passed rougle around...dawn, maybe moonset."
"Correct as well." BrokenSoul mewed, also tasting the air.
"Hang on, I smell bird!" BookPaw hissed. Her eyes darted around until she spotted the creature.
A bird! DragonPaw thought eagerly. The easiest prey we can catch. Thank The Kingdoms for our wings!
But unfortunatley for BookPaw, her wings did not work so well. She crept up on the bird and sprang, perfect timing and all. But the first was fast. It shot up into the air in alarm. Anxiousley, BookPaw leaped upward and beat her wings. The wind simply rushed through the torn leather-like substance. Her claw hooked into the bird's tail, but she only succeeded in pulling out a feather or two. The parchament colored she-cat landed heavily on her paws. "Darn!" she hissed. "So much for that." Remembering that she should be showing off her warrior skills, she shuffled her paws in embarrassement. "Sorry, BrokenSoul."
"Its all right," the leader purred. "Everyone misses the prey at one point or another. Come on, lets head toward the camp. We'll hunt on the way and then hold your ceremony!"
The apprentices followed after him as he led the way through the forest.
"Correct. We are at the CoreClan and Rouge Band border..." BrokenSoul commented.
IslandPaw raised his muzzle to taste the air. "Its recently fresh, I'd say a group passed rougle around...dawn, maybe moonset."
"Correct as well." BrokenSoul mewed, also tasting the air.
"Hang on, I smell bird!" BookPaw hissed. Her eyes darted around until she spotted the creature.
A bird! DragonPaw thought eagerly. The easiest prey we can catch. Thank The Kingdoms for our wings!
But unfortunatley for BookPaw, her wings did not work so well. She crept up on the bird and sprang, perfect timing and all. But the first was fast. It shot up into the air in alarm. Anxiousley, BookPaw leaped upward and beat her wings. The wind simply rushed through the torn leather-like substance. Her claw hooked into the bird's tail, but she only succeeded in pulling out a feather or two. The parchament colored she-cat landed heavily on her paws. "Darn!" she hissed. "So much for that." Remembering that she should be showing off her warrior skills, she shuffled her paws in embarrassement. "Sorry, BrokenSoul."
"Its all right," the leader purred. "Everyone misses the prey at one point or another. Come on, lets head toward the camp. We'll hunt on the way and then hold your ceremony!"
The apprentices followed after him as he led the way through the forest.
