Post by sandriel on Apr 4, 2010 19:37:02 GMT -5
Fogleaf padded quietly out of camp, too impatient to wait for Jaystrike. She gave an indignant snort. I'll just hunt alone. I don't see anything wrong with that. she thought. She looked carefully around the damp area, scenting for prey.
The mist dampened her fur and blocked out most scents. It also cut her line of sight in about half. She gave a quiet his. Maybe I should have hunted somewhere else. It wasn't just because of the sense-cutting that she thought this, but also out of fear. A predator could sneak up unnoticably at any moment, and she was afraid that she would accidently step on some of the treasured herbs in this area. She sighed.
Fogleaf sniffed again, determined not to give up without finding atleast some prey. She wasn't going home empty-jawed. She picked out the scent of mouse, and almost exactly afterward heard the tiny shuffling of little feet. She darted towards the scent and sound, pouncing. The mouse scurried away, but the bi-colored she-cat hooked its tail with an unsheathed paw. With her free paw, she dispatched the rodent with a quick blow to the neck. She held up the small kill triumphantly and padded over to a bush to bury, before resuming the hunt.
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