Post by mewmehh on Oct 15, 2018 20:18:05 GMT
The sunlight was warming, yet a wintery chill of the autumnal breeze nipped at the tips of tabby ears as Sabletail crept ever closer through all the fiery-hued leaf litter lacing the ground. Flashes of brown, red, and gold dressed the forest territory as the once thinned trees made way for thicker ones as he approached the border with Ivyclan. Closer towards camp, there had been less fallen leaves to crinkle and make himself known, but a clever cat as he was knew that where piles of leaves gathered, so did prey.
The wafting scents of whatever herb had taken his clan by storm had almost gone completely with little to remember it by than the lingering exhaustion he felt seeping through his bones. Yet, he welcomed the arrival of Leaffall for it; it was a new season and a chance to recover from the ride Mistclan had taken during the hotter moons. Now, they could relax and enjoy the soothing breezes and beautiful landscapes they called home. Yes, there was the looming knowledge of impending war, but he knew all the kits he had been losing sleep over were safe; safe as they could be, at least. And that was something that soothed the tom like no other. Thus, in his hearty mood, Sabletail decided he would treat himself to a leisurely hunt. With how much of himself he gave to his clan, he was allowed to do something for himself every once in a while.
Slinking through the forest floor in a slow, meandering pace, the dark tabby wove down a winding path, around scattered leaf piles and dried, outreaching roots. The scent of mouse was surprisingly thick, just as he had hoped it would be, and as he moved, it because practically palpable. Deep amber eyes found themselves pinned onto a tawny brown body crinkling in some dry foliage near the base of a young beech, nuts shoved as far into its tiny maw as it could muster. A grin sliced across his features as the deputy dropped to a hunter's crouch and he moved ever so carefully towards his prey. It had felt like eons, but also as quick as a flash, as the tom had snapped his back in an arched dash and had the fat rodent clasped between his jaws. There was a rush of excitement in such a catch that Sabletail had failed to in fact break the creature, and in his jubilation, the terrified creature hopped from his loosened lips and streaked its way a short distance before falling dead on its feet. The tom took a few steps towards it before halting a few tail lengths away, his face twisted in dismay. The lucky little creature had made it over the border, and while he could have easily snagged it from where he stood, the scent of a nearby cat- an Ivyclan cat- kept him standing still.
The wafting scents of whatever herb had taken his clan by storm had almost gone completely with little to remember it by than the lingering exhaustion he felt seeping through his bones. Yet, he welcomed the arrival of Leaffall for it; it was a new season and a chance to recover from the ride Mistclan had taken during the hotter moons. Now, they could relax and enjoy the soothing breezes and beautiful landscapes they called home. Yes, there was the looming knowledge of impending war, but he knew all the kits he had been losing sleep over were safe; safe as they could be, at least. And that was something that soothed the tom like no other. Thus, in his hearty mood, Sabletail decided he would treat himself to a leisurely hunt. With how much of himself he gave to his clan, he was allowed to do something for himself every once in a while.
Slinking through the forest floor in a slow, meandering pace, the dark tabby wove down a winding path, around scattered leaf piles and dried, outreaching roots. The scent of mouse was surprisingly thick, just as he had hoped it would be, and as he moved, it because practically palpable. Deep amber eyes found themselves pinned onto a tawny brown body crinkling in some dry foliage near the base of a young beech, nuts shoved as far into its tiny maw as it could muster. A grin sliced across his features as the deputy dropped to a hunter's crouch and he moved ever so carefully towards his prey. It had felt like eons, but also as quick as a flash, as the tom had snapped his back in an arched dash and had the fat rodent clasped between his jaws. There was a rush of excitement in such a catch that Sabletail had failed to in fact break the creature, and in his jubilation, the terrified creature hopped from his loosened lips and streaked its way a short distance before falling dead on its feet. The tom took a few steps towards it before halting a few tail lengths away, his face twisted in dismay. The lucky little creature had made it over the border, and while he could have easily snagged it from where he stood, the scent of a nearby cat- an Ivyclan cat- kept him standing still.
