Post by Specklebird on Oct 1, 2016 16:18:59 GMT
The days were getting steadily colder slipping further into leafbare, and every morning icy fog hung over the forests and planes. In a small patch of pine forest, a young cat, (one might say still a kit) stumbled over decaying pine needles. Her dappled grey fluffy fur was whipped by the wind and offered little protection from the rough weather. Ash had not been on her own for long, just a little while ago she had been safe happy and warm. The memory of a full belly and the feeling of her aunt's warm fur hung in her memory, scolding her for being so foolish. Had she not disobeyed the words of her aunt and wandered away she would still be home, cozy in her nest.
For a day and a half she had been wandering, she had caught her first prey, an old starling out of sheer luck as it had gotten its wing stuck in a bramble. Now she was growing tired and sank to the ground to rest her numbed paws, trying not to think about badgers foxes and snakes.
willow
OOC: This is alot more dramatic that usual but i just felt like it
For a day and a half she had been wandering, she had caught her first prey, an old starling out of sheer luck as it had gotten its wing stuck in a bramble. Now she was growing tired and sank to the ground to rest her numbed paws, trying not to think about badgers foxes and snakes.
willow
OOC: This is alot more dramatic that usual but i just felt like it
