Post by Fireflake on Jan 26, 2019 2:31:16 GMT
The sound of lightly crunching pawsteps punctuated the cold air, coming one after the other in a steady but rapid pattern. The pattern was recorded on the ground along one of MothClan's borders, which was marked only by the scents of the previous day's patrol. The sun's rays had only just reached the glinting field, but the rogue tom now sitting directly on the border line had been there since just past midnight, and the glint in his eyes was not brought by the orange light now creeping over the ground. He stared straight ahead. Every now and then he would sit down like this, maybe groom his forever-bristling fur, then stand back up and continue along the border, peering into the clan's territory the whole time.
He hadn't been noticed yet. At least, not as far as he was aware. It was unlike clanners to run from a potential fight, so he felt rather secure in the knowledge that they'd slept through his earlier surveying of their territory. A sigh seeped out into the air as he lifted a paw. With a louder crunch than his other steps, this one went down on the wrong side of the MothClan border, and it was no accident. One pawstep after another, the ginger tabby strolled into their land with less and less precision, along with less and less concern over keeping his trespassing quiet. He paused near a tree and sat again against the trunk.
His intense stare led him into a daze, and it was only the sound of quieter but faster pawsteps that brought him out of it. Little high-pitched squeaks drew his pale green eyes to a squirrel as it launched itself at the tree behind him. His claws weren't quick enough to bat it down and it skittered up to safety. Scorpio narrowed his eyes and stepped out from under the tree, staring in the direction the prey had been fleeing.