Bad Omens in Camp (Private) Jan 13, 2021 20:11:44 GMT -6
Post by fallenreaper on Jan 13, 2021 20:11:44 GMT -6
Vixen erratically wove a path through the storm’s aftermath. She darted over the corpses of weaker, fallen trees then dropped paws first into the semi-frozen ground. Frost crunched and cracked underneath her paw steps. A small giggle escaped her throat with the mist of her breath. She poked out a single tooth grin at the cold sensation when it melted into water from her heat. The she-cat took a seat then twisted her head about, her tongue lashed out to give a stubborn tuft of fur a few good licks. The spiked cowlick on her back finally pressed down by her saliva.
She straightened up once more, her tongue traced her jowls. One or more sunrises had passed since she could recall her last catch. In alliance with the storm, leaf-bare had chased any already scarce prey into their holes or off the land. At the thought, her belly rumbled for pity. Vixen didn’t give it an ounce of attention when she spotted Mizar, the black shadow tailing her, draw closer.
The smaller she-cat gave a small mischievous smirk. Her figure moved back on her paws as she ambled off again. She ensured to keep about a tail length apart to retain the predator’s attention. By now, Vixen knew Mizar’s frustration would build to the point she would ask questions. She had literally led the she-cat on a merry walk along the shore and into the pine forest, a border usually heavily scented.
She hoped the younger cat realized the same thing she had earlier. Their path hadn’t crossed a clan patrol and they should’ve. Rarely did a Rogue manage to get this deep into Thistle Clan territory, their border markers now faded by the storm’s release.
Their filthy absence left a gaping hole that any Rogue with a bee-brain worth of sense could notice. However, she had a bigger reason to request the she-cat’s company. A hole had been ripped into a thorn and bramble wall, revealing a strong pine sap smell associated with certain clan cats. She didn’t trust her own mind to be right about what she found.
Words: 300+ | Tag:Silverfire | Notes: This thread takes place sometime after Thievingstar and Thistle Clan have evacuated from the ruins of their camp. It was checked and approved by Bandit before I did this.