Post by Songbird on Feb 5, 2019 3:25:22 GMT
Sometimes, while often providing the molly with amusement, the endless game of pretending to be someone she most certainly was not grew somewhat...exhaustive. Still, it was worthwhile, and she was sure one day she would get everything she dreamed of, so long as she persevered. However, that didn’t mean she had to act sociable and friendly all the time. After all, what was the harm in a little alone time, no matter how nice and social a cat was?
It was this thought that had Roseheart out hunting in the Lampsi forest, alone for the moment. She’d been on the night patrol, leading to a slightly later sleep in curled amongst those who had accompanied her, and now that she was up, she wanted to stretch her legs and dig her claws into something. So, why not bring something back from the clan? After all, whether she actually liked any of them or not - and some were more tolerable than others - she still knew the worth of pulling her own weight. That, and there was no harm in keeping the clan strong, for sure.
The forest was blanketed with snow and ice, prey scent seemingly non existent, and silence pressing in all around. However, to Roseheart, it was pleasant. She enjoyed silence, being alone. She didn’t much like being bothered, no matter how warm and friendly she appeared to be to anyone else. Sometimes she needed a break.
This wasn’t proving to be a very fruitful one, however.
That was, until she caught the scent of a squirrel, which must have ventured down to its food stocks with the lack of fresh snow fall today. Ears twitching, the calico lowered herself into a crouch and crept toward the source of the scent. Spotting a small brown squirrel, she crept closer, before launching forward the second the little creature began to bolt at the last second. Cutting it off from the tree it aimed for, she drove it into a snowy clearing and snagged its tail, finishing it quickly and efficiently.
It was skinnier than she’d like, however, a squirrel was certainly better than the mouse she’d caught earlier, and far better than the scraggly shrew she’d seen on the pile that morning, which hardly would’ve fed a kit.
It was this thought that had Roseheart out hunting in the Lampsi forest, alone for the moment. She’d been on the night patrol, leading to a slightly later sleep in curled amongst those who had accompanied her, and now that she was up, she wanted to stretch her legs and dig her claws into something. So, why not bring something back from the clan? After all, whether she actually liked any of them or not - and some were more tolerable than others - she still knew the worth of pulling her own weight. That, and there was no harm in keeping the clan strong, for sure.
The forest was blanketed with snow and ice, prey scent seemingly non existent, and silence pressing in all around. However, to Roseheart, it was pleasant. She enjoyed silence, being alone. She didn’t much like being bothered, no matter how warm and friendly she appeared to be to anyone else. Sometimes she needed a break.
This wasn’t proving to be a very fruitful one, however.
That was, until she caught the scent of a squirrel, which must have ventured down to its food stocks with the lack of fresh snow fall today. Ears twitching, the calico lowered herself into a crouch and crept toward the source of the scent. Spotting a small brown squirrel, she crept closer, before launching forward the second the little creature began to bolt at the last second. Cutting it off from the tree it aimed for, she drove it into a snowy clearing and snagged its tail, finishing it quickly and efficiently.
It was skinnier than she’d like, however, a squirrel was certainly better than the mouse she’d caught earlier, and far better than the scraggly shrew she’d seen on the pile that morning, which hardly would’ve fed a kit.