Post by sunnymarie on Apr 16, 2011 5:51:02 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300] Aspenflower [/glow]
Aspenflower's paws were stiff, as were her shoulders with deep anxiety. She had not been able to rest easily last night and her body language was wry as was her soul. A terrifying dream had haunted her unconsciousness of death and great destruction. She woke with a great start, nearly waking all of the warriors den up. Confused and alone, since it wasn't even dawn yet, she slipped out of her bed and out of the camp to hunt. Perhaps killing something would relieve her mind of its troubles.
She was careful to make little noise as possible exiting the camp as she did not want anyone asking questions. With her head bowed, she trudged through the underbrush as silently as she could manage under such circumstances as her mind was elsewhere. She kept her ears pricked and her nostrils flared trying to detect the faintest scent of prey lurking in the dense shadows. She stumbled when her paw twisted in a rabbit hole and she became flat on her side with her paw still in the rabbit hole. Pain coursed from her paw and up her leg as she struggled to release it from its prison in the earth.
She stopped struggling when a twig snapped not to far away in the darkness before dawn. She sat up as best she could with her paw still savagely stuck in the rabbit hole so she could look around. Alert now, she began to wiggle her paw as she watched the shadows from every direction that she could manage. Her ears went flat against her head when she heard another twig snap. This sounded like a dangerous creature, not just some prey sneaking around. Helpless and completely terrified, she hissed out into the darkness where the sound had come from, hoping to frighten what ever it was into running away. When another twig snapped, this time really close, she yelped in terror as she continued to struggle viciously to get her paw loose. It was not good to be stuck out in the forest, especially with badgers or foxes around. Beasts that could kill a cat with a single flash of their claws or a snap of their teeth.
The intruder did not stay hidden for long. Soon the sly fox stepped out into Aspenflower's line of vision and she tensed up. The fox was about her size if not a little bigger. It had half of one ear missing and its russet brown fur was caked with dry mud. Its tiny black eyes found Aspenflower and it stopped dead in its tracks. It pricked its ears and tilted its head to the side as if it could observe Aspenflower from a different angle. Desperate, she twisted her paw at an impossible angle and she cried out in pain. She then yanked hard and her paw came loose from the tree root it was stuck in between. She staggered and the fox noticed she was free the same time she turned and took off in the direction toward camp. She ignored the violent pain in her paw when she new the fox was giving chase. It was starving and she was its next meal. Not on my watch, she thought as she spun on her hind legs and faced the deadly fox. She readied her back legs to spring and just as the fox came into view, she leaped forward and over its back. She she sored over, her sharp talons scored into the foxes flesh and it barked in pain and outrage. Never had she been this close to a fox. With adrenaline coursing through her blood, she spun fast again and raked her claws across its muzzle as it turned to face her. It yelped again but it dove blindly at Aspenflower and its teeth sank into her leg attached to her already aching paw. She yelped this time but she had a good advantage now. As fast as she could, she yanked her leg from the foxes jaws and sank her own into it's neck. It whipped its head back and forth as it struggled to free itself. With all her might, Aspenflower threw the mangy fox aside and watched as it picked itself up and darted away into the pre dawn forest.
Physically exhausted, Aspenflower began to limp back to camp. She got half way before she gave up and decided to rest under a tree a couple feet from the camp entrance. She only had a few more feet but she was to tired to move anymore. That fox had taken more out of her than she would have liked. As she lay under the tree, she licked her slightly bleeding wound to clean it of the dirt. She would have to go see the Medicine Cat once the clan awoke. Any moment now, someone should be coming out. Either to hunt, train their apprentice, or go on a border patrol. She would have to be back in camp by then so they wouldn't ask to many questions.
She was careful to make little noise as possible exiting the camp as she did not want anyone asking questions. With her head bowed, she trudged through the underbrush as silently as she could manage under such circumstances as her mind was elsewhere. She kept her ears pricked and her nostrils flared trying to detect the faintest scent of prey lurking in the dense shadows. She stumbled when her paw twisted in a rabbit hole and she became flat on her side with her paw still in the rabbit hole. Pain coursed from her paw and up her leg as she struggled to release it from its prison in the earth.
She stopped struggling when a twig snapped not to far away in the darkness before dawn. She sat up as best she could with her paw still savagely stuck in the rabbit hole so she could look around. Alert now, she began to wiggle her paw as she watched the shadows from every direction that she could manage. Her ears went flat against her head when she heard another twig snap. This sounded like a dangerous creature, not just some prey sneaking around. Helpless and completely terrified, she hissed out into the darkness where the sound had come from, hoping to frighten what ever it was into running away. When another twig snapped, this time really close, she yelped in terror as she continued to struggle viciously to get her paw loose. It was not good to be stuck out in the forest, especially with badgers or foxes around. Beasts that could kill a cat with a single flash of their claws or a snap of their teeth.
The intruder did not stay hidden for long. Soon the sly fox stepped out into Aspenflower's line of vision and she tensed up. The fox was about her size if not a little bigger. It had half of one ear missing and its russet brown fur was caked with dry mud. Its tiny black eyes found Aspenflower and it stopped dead in its tracks. It pricked its ears and tilted its head to the side as if it could observe Aspenflower from a different angle. Desperate, she twisted her paw at an impossible angle and she cried out in pain. She then yanked hard and her paw came loose from the tree root it was stuck in between. She staggered and the fox noticed she was free the same time she turned and took off in the direction toward camp. She ignored the violent pain in her paw when she new the fox was giving chase. It was starving and she was its next meal. Not on my watch, she thought as she spun on her hind legs and faced the deadly fox. She readied her back legs to spring and just as the fox came into view, she leaped forward and over its back. She she sored over, her sharp talons scored into the foxes flesh and it barked in pain and outrage. Never had she been this close to a fox. With adrenaline coursing through her blood, she spun fast again and raked her claws across its muzzle as it turned to face her. It yelped again but it dove blindly at Aspenflower and its teeth sank into her leg attached to her already aching paw. She yelped this time but she had a good advantage now. As fast as she could, she yanked her leg from the foxes jaws and sank her own into it's neck. It whipped its head back and forth as it struggled to free itself. With all her might, Aspenflower threw the mangy fox aside and watched as it picked itself up and darted away into the pre dawn forest.
Physically exhausted, Aspenflower began to limp back to camp. She got half way before she gave up and decided to rest under a tree a couple feet from the camp entrance. She only had a few more feet but she was to tired to move anymore. That fox had taken more out of her than she would have liked. As she lay under the tree, she licked her slightly bleeding wound to clean it of the dirt. She would have to go see the Medicine Cat once the clan awoke. Any moment now, someone should be coming out. Either to hunt, train their apprentice, or go on a border patrol. She would have to be back in camp by then so they wouldn't ask to many questions.