Post by TrickDa on May 4, 2019 16:58:33 GMT
Cicada Song on the Breeze, had found a nice cozy nook to rest in after her mid day hunt. The clearing was bustling with tribe members big and small making there way around the cozy camp. She watched as kits ran about playing there little games, fellow prey-hunters bringing there own caught-prey with the ever present home-guards flanking them. The weather was perfect for hunting, and surely no cat would go hungry tonight. Then she heard a rumble, over the horizon dark clouds began to spawn as unnatural eyes shined harsher than the sun. All of a sudden a perfect day was turned on its head as the land was upturned by the monsters. There home, there lives, there families, all destroyed by the creatures. The world swirled in darkness and Breeze found herself alone in the inky black. Turning her head in panic Breeze yowled for help, but her voice was silent. Something fell behind her, the nimble prey-hunter jumped back to face the possible threat. What met her gaze was two bodies, thin and worn, her parents.
Songbreeze woke up with a start, fur on end and nest disheveled. She took quick shallow breaths, her head swiveled back and forth as she pieced together her situation. Tasting the air, realization dawned on the now warrior, she had been dreaming. Glancing around the small cavern that made up the warriors den, Songbreeze got to her paws and stepped out into the clearing. She watched as kits played and fellow warriors came back from the mid day hunt. The caught-prey pile was well stocked for the season and the midday sun left the camp with warm sunbeams to lay in if a cat wished to partake in the giving of close comfort. Taking her time, Songbreeze padded to the caught-prey pile and grabbed a small mouse that was close to the bottom. Mouse in maw she found herself a nice sunbeam to lay in as she enjoyed a late breakfast.It was clear just by looking at her that Songbreeze was not okay, her fur was a mess and muzzle was not graced with her usual soft smile.
Songbreeze woke up with a start, fur on end and nest disheveled. She took quick shallow breaths, her head swiveled back and forth as she pieced together her situation. Tasting the air, realization dawned on the now warrior, she had been dreaming. Glancing around the small cavern that made up the warriors den, Songbreeze got to her paws and stepped out into the clearing. She watched as kits played and fellow warriors came back from the mid day hunt. The caught-prey pile was well stocked for the season and the midday sun left the camp with warm sunbeams to lay in if a cat wished to partake in the giving of close comfort. Taking her time, Songbreeze padded to the caught-prey pile and grabbed a small mouse that was close to the bottom. Mouse in maw she found herself a nice sunbeam to lay in as she enjoyed a late breakfast.It was clear just by looking at her that Songbreeze was not okay, her fur was a mess and muzzle was not graced with her usual soft smile.