Post by Firefly on Nov 16, 2010 20:39:16 GMT -5
I just wanted to make a note of one of my best posts on a different forum, for reasons yet to be revealed, so... Disregard this if you wish.
Blackear watched as Shiverpath told him to, sitting at the edge of the gorge. They were watching Windclan cats? But... They were Riverclan. Why watch Windclan? Could she not teach him herself? He watched as the wind blew, revealing a black cat momentarily, stalking through the tall grass. He watched the rabbits in the shorter grass, their short fur ruffled in the wind. He noticed how the grass moved in the wind, flowing with the balance of nature. He perked his ears up, his own fur ruffled slightly in the morning breeze, and gazed onto the other side of the gorge with his Amber-green eyes. He smelled the scent of Windclan, the scent of prey... The roaring falls caught his hearing, no longer the gentle running of the river, but something much greater, much more dangerous.
He looked on as the black cat the wind had momentarily revealed, along with a larger white cat that he vaguely recognized came out of the taller grass, stalking different units of prey. The white one... Was that Windclan's deputy? Would Riverclan get in trouble for watching them? Blackear wasn't totally certain exactly how that worked, but he hoped not.
His thoughts re-focused as the black cat dashed forward after a rabbit, paws padding through the grass at an intense speed... The speed of Windclan. The white cat - yes, definitely the Deputy, he saw that clearly now - ran after a different rabbit, lying closer to the ground. Both cats watched their prey carefully, and he watched as the black one caught the rabbit's back leg just before it got too close to the gorge, and flipped it in the air, pouncing on it and killing his prey, while the Deputy had caught his as well.
He watched with admiring eyes at their technique, realizing just how differently the clans hunted, just how careful and fast they had to be at the same time, something that could only be gained with practice, as opposed to the timing and careful waiting that Riverclan used to stalk their prey. It seemed faster, a bit more efficient - at least, for the prey Windclan specialized in. He looked on, watching the two cats with wide eyes, and ears perked up, having unconsciously stood back up to silently cheer them on. He didn't notice when Shiverpath had looked at him, and only barely noticed when she spoke.
Ravenscar? A close friend? But how...? They were different clans... Unless they'd met at a gathering... Isn't that almost breaking the warrior code? And Ghostwalker... The deputy, like Blackear had guessed. He'd seen him once or twice before, but that was it. Ravenscar had moved over to the two-leg bridge, and for a split second Blackear wondered what he should do if the black cat tried to cross into their territory. But he sat at the edge of the bridge, and Blackear watched curiously, wondering what to do now.
Suddenly, Shiverpath flicked Blackear with her tail after mentioning that they had been admiring the Windclan hunting technique. Well... Yeah... He mewed in agreement, nodding in acknowledgment as well. Another new cat already... And one from another clan, at that. Without trying, his social network had increased in size that day.
"That was... Great." He got out. Two new cats, right here, right by him, and they expected him to talk. He wanted to turn tail and flee right there, but he dared not to. He hoped his fear scent wasn't too obvious - he was scared, but more of the new situation than of the cat from the other clan... He tried not to show it though, as he sat carefully, keeping his thoughts out of his pose, face blank, body held carefully.
Blackear watched as Shiverpath told him to, sitting at the edge of the gorge. They were watching Windclan cats? But... They were Riverclan. Why watch Windclan? Could she not teach him herself? He watched as the wind blew, revealing a black cat momentarily, stalking through the tall grass. He watched the rabbits in the shorter grass, their short fur ruffled in the wind. He noticed how the grass moved in the wind, flowing with the balance of nature. He perked his ears up, his own fur ruffled slightly in the morning breeze, and gazed onto the other side of the gorge with his Amber-green eyes. He smelled the scent of Windclan, the scent of prey... The roaring falls caught his hearing, no longer the gentle running of the river, but something much greater, much more dangerous.
He looked on as the black cat the wind had momentarily revealed, along with a larger white cat that he vaguely recognized came out of the taller grass, stalking different units of prey. The white one... Was that Windclan's deputy? Would Riverclan get in trouble for watching them? Blackear wasn't totally certain exactly how that worked, but he hoped not.
His thoughts re-focused as the black cat dashed forward after a rabbit, paws padding through the grass at an intense speed... The speed of Windclan. The white cat - yes, definitely the Deputy, he saw that clearly now - ran after a different rabbit, lying closer to the ground. Both cats watched their prey carefully, and he watched as the black one caught the rabbit's back leg just before it got too close to the gorge, and flipped it in the air, pouncing on it and killing his prey, while the Deputy had caught his as well.
He watched with admiring eyes at their technique, realizing just how differently the clans hunted, just how careful and fast they had to be at the same time, something that could only be gained with practice, as opposed to the timing and careful waiting that Riverclan used to stalk their prey. It seemed faster, a bit more efficient - at least, for the prey Windclan specialized in. He looked on, watching the two cats with wide eyes, and ears perked up, having unconsciously stood back up to silently cheer them on. He didn't notice when Shiverpath had looked at him, and only barely noticed when she spoke.
Ravenscar? A close friend? But how...? They were different clans... Unless they'd met at a gathering... Isn't that almost breaking the warrior code? And Ghostwalker... The deputy, like Blackear had guessed. He'd seen him once or twice before, but that was it. Ravenscar had moved over to the two-leg bridge, and for a split second Blackear wondered what he should do if the black cat tried to cross into their territory. But he sat at the edge of the bridge, and Blackear watched curiously, wondering what to do now.
Suddenly, Shiverpath flicked Blackear with her tail after mentioning that they had been admiring the Windclan hunting technique. Well... Yeah... He mewed in agreement, nodding in acknowledgment as well. Another new cat already... And one from another clan, at that. Without trying, his social network had increased in size that day.
"That was... Great." He got out. Two new cats, right here, right by him, and they expected him to talk. He wanted to turn tail and flee right there, but he dared not to. He hoped his fear scent wasn't too obvious - he was scared, but more of the new situation than of the cat from the other clan... He tried not to show it though, as he sat carefully, keeping his thoughts out of his pose, face blank, body held carefully.