Post by whitepaw on Nov 26, 2020 2:30:59 GMT
she walked with a particular strut that day. her fur shone just a little brighter, and one might even catch a glimpse of a grin upon her maw if they looked close enough. it had been a long time since whitepaw had been free to walk with such confidence. thunderclan’s recent victory over riverclan still ignited a fire in her chest and walking the land she’d been raised in sent a reinvigorated pride radiating off her.
whitepaw revelled in her homeland. even here, alongside the river where her enemies made claim just fox lengths away. the river bubbled a few fox lengths at her flank, rich and full with new-leaf rain. her amber eyes scanned the reed beds and pebbly shore on the other side, daring and anticipating any kind of movement. prey had begun to return to thunderclan territory, and her strengthening muscles revelled in the feast. even if they were still sore from the recent moon's battles.
the earth was wet and soft under her paws, and whitepaw thought she might even be able to see faint mouse prints in the mud. mouse. the scent almost made her mouth water, being so fresh and raw as it smelled. the dainty white she-cat instinctively dropped into a hunter's crouch, her body low and tail out behind her for balance. she tread softly forward until the small brown creature came into view as it scavenged at the roots of a large oak tree. whitepaw's claws unsheathed as she prowled forward with the slow patience of a predator.
finally within striking distance, whitepaw struck out like the dart of an adder with bared fangs. the rest of the body quickly followed and suddenly she was on top of the mouse. in one swift blow, her teeth dispatched the creature's life and she straightened up with the rodeo in her jaws.
ooc: cawn ♪ /sharkpaw ♪ . i figured since we talked about that rematch, now's as good as a time as any! no rush on this thread, reply as time & muse permit.
whitepaw is feeling confident as she hunts along the riverbank.