Post by supernora on Jul 6, 2010 11:32:43 GMT -5
Suneye
I stalked a russle of noise through the tall field. My eyes were wide and my paws were padding at the soft ground. Newleaf had begun and the mice were already out and ready to be caught. When I went hunting, all I could think about was serving my clan and how fun it was to chase. This mouse had caused me little trouble when I pounced on it. Digging my teeth into it, I felt it go limp and wispered my thanks to Starclan. Clawing at the ground, I made a small hole and dropped the mouse in there before catching my second and third. Heading back to camp, I stopped by the river and pounced into it. The refreshing water was filled with fish. This would be easy and Foxstar would be proud. Clawing at 6 fish, I brought back 5 with the 3 mice. When I entered the camp, I tossed them into the fresh kill. Next, I remembered to check on the kit that I had rescued not many moons ago when the river was frozen. He was sleeping in his den and I relized that he needed milk. Pawing solftly at the dirt, I went to the leader's den. "Foxstar! What are we to do with Icekit? He needs milk and we have none, ourselfs." This kit meant a good amount to me to keep it safe like any kit would.
I stalked a russle of noise through the tall field. My eyes were wide and my paws were padding at the soft ground. Newleaf had begun and the mice were already out and ready to be caught. When I went hunting, all I could think about was serving my clan and how fun it was to chase. This mouse had caused me little trouble when I pounced on it. Digging my teeth into it, I felt it go limp and wispered my thanks to Starclan. Clawing at the ground, I made a small hole and dropped the mouse in there before catching my second and third. Heading back to camp, I stopped by the river and pounced into it. The refreshing water was filled with fish. This would be easy and Foxstar would be proud. Clawing at 6 fish, I brought back 5 with the 3 mice. When I entered the camp, I tossed them into the fresh kill. Next, I remembered to check on the kit that I had rescued not many moons ago when the river was frozen. He was sleeping in his den and I relized that he needed milk. Pawing solftly at the dirt, I went to the leader's den. "Foxstar! What are we to do with Icekit? He needs milk and we have none, ourselfs." This kit meant a good amount to me to keep it safe like any kit would.