Post by whiteshadow on Jan 14, 2008 19:25:02 GMT -5
Hope you all like it... 
[glow=purple,2,300] Pawing through the forest WhiteShadow knew he needed to hurry. His cream colored tail twitched with excitement as he got ready for his first hunting trip. He had only just become a warrior one moon ago and earned his name.
WhiteShadow...Whiteshadow...Whiteshadow...
His name rang in his ears. As he padded through the grass he stopped. The smell of mouse filled his nostrils. He quickly crouched down, careful not to have his long cream pelt reach the fallen leaves below. The small mouse flinched. WhiteShadow got ready. The wind was coming from the north. Not in favor of him... quickly he pounced catching the mouse in his paws and with one bite another piece of fresh kill was ready to be taken back.
He picked it up in his jaws and took it back to camp. Entering, he set down the mouse in the fresh kill pile and grabbed a sparrow himself. Sitting in the sun his cream pelt shone like snow in Fourtrees.
Getting the last bit from the bird he then decided to go with the patrol as he had not yet gone out on patrol since his warrior ceremony. He was glad to now get the chance.
Right in second he quickly marked the borders between the river and then he saw something he couldn't believe. Two warriors were carrying back fresh kill about six fox lengths away.
"Hey! You mouse brained fools! What do you think your doing?!" he shouted. Soon the rest of the patrol was at his tail after the two who had taken the two pieces of fresh kill.
"It went over the border a fox length who cares?" the one Grey tom spat back.
"Yeah no big deal little apprentice." the brown tabby she-cat taunted.
Fury flooded his fur. He lunged at the brown tabby but she was too quick for him. She jumped out of his way sending him tumbling to the ground. Soon the other cats of the patrol started to fight back.
Knowing they were outnumbered they left the fresh kill by border and went back tails between their legs.
"We'll be back! You can't keep our true territory from us forever!" the Grey tom shouted as he and the brown tabby she-cat disappeared into the grass.
As WhiteShadow returned to camp he noticed he hadn't had any bad scratches. He went into the warrior den and laid his head on his paws. He was proud. He had defended his home like a true warrior. And in the morning, he could tell the story of his victory.[/glow]
[glow=purple,2,300] Pawing through the forest WhiteShadow knew he needed to hurry. His cream colored tail twitched with excitement as he got ready for his first hunting trip. He had only just become a warrior one moon ago and earned his name. WhiteShadow...Whiteshadow...Whiteshadow...
His name rang in his ears. As he padded through the grass he stopped. The smell of mouse filled his nostrils. He quickly crouched down, careful not to have his long cream pelt reach the fallen leaves below. The small mouse flinched. WhiteShadow got ready. The wind was coming from the north. Not in favor of him... quickly he pounced catching the mouse in his paws and with one bite another piece of fresh kill was ready to be taken back.
He picked it up in his jaws and took it back to camp. Entering, he set down the mouse in the fresh kill pile and grabbed a sparrow himself. Sitting in the sun his cream pelt shone like snow in Fourtrees.
Getting the last bit from the bird he then decided to go with the patrol as he had not yet gone out on patrol since his warrior ceremony. He was glad to now get the chance.
Right in second he quickly marked the borders between the river and then he saw something he couldn't believe. Two warriors were carrying back fresh kill about six fox lengths away.
"Hey! You mouse brained fools! What do you think your doing?!" he shouted. Soon the rest of the patrol was at his tail after the two who had taken the two pieces of fresh kill.
"It went over the border a fox length who cares?" the one Grey tom spat back.
"Yeah no big deal little apprentice." the brown tabby she-cat taunted.
Fury flooded his fur. He lunged at the brown tabby but she was too quick for him. She jumped out of his way sending him tumbling to the ground. Soon the other cats of the patrol started to fight back.
Knowing they were outnumbered they left the fresh kill by border and went back tails between their legs.
"We'll be back! You can't keep our true territory from us forever!" the Grey tom shouted as he and the brown tabby she-cat disappeared into the grass.
As WhiteShadow returned to camp he noticed he hadn't had any bad scratches. He went into the warrior den and laid his head on his paws. He was proud. He had defended his home like a true warrior. And in the morning, he could tell the story of his victory.[/glow]
