Post by Gold on Feb 14, 2011 22:10:53 GMT -5
Firefoot padded through the thick swamp. The murky water devoured his paws and licked at his belly. The fog blinded his vision so he could only rely on his senses for guidance. He lifted his muzzle into the air and whiffed it all up. He could scent prey not much more than a fox-length away. Quickly, Firefoot retreated into the hunters crouch and slowly stalked towards it.
He let a massive pounce into the air and all his weight transfered into his paws. He landed harsh on the gorun but only cough more swamp. "Fox-dung!" he cursed as he stood up and shook large clumps of mud and water from his fine fur.
Within a few moments Firefoot caught a scent of squirrel. He crouched once again and leaped for the prey, but his clumsy legs missed the large blow he set fourth. She stood up and spat before darting after the rodent. He zig-zagged through the thick trees and splashed through the murky water but the squirrel couldn't be outran. However, Firefoot didn't give up. He was getting old and he deserved one last catch before abandoning his great life to the elder's den.
Finally, Firefoot began to gain up on the rodent. He huffed and puffed as his breath was running loose. He didn't give up. The thick trees began to fade away and the moist ground was replaced with tough Thunderpath.
Firefoot halted and let the squirrel scamper into the DawnClan territroy. He spun around to leave but it was too late. A huge monster roared by and only a loud, excrutiating yowl was screamed out of the cat as the monster scurried away.
(Arn't I evil? Mintwhisker or someone could come if they want.)
He let a massive pounce into the air and all his weight transfered into his paws. He landed harsh on the gorun but only cough more swamp. "Fox-dung!" he cursed as he stood up and shook large clumps of mud and water from his fine fur.
Within a few moments Firefoot caught a scent of squirrel. He crouched once again and leaped for the prey, but his clumsy legs missed the large blow he set fourth. She stood up and spat before darting after the rodent. He zig-zagged through the thick trees and splashed through the murky water but the squirrel couldn't be outran. However, Firefoot didn't give up. He was getting old and he deserved one last catch before abandoning his great life to the elder's den.
Finally, Firefoot began to gain up on the rodent. He huffed and puffed as his breath was running loose. He didn't give up. The thick trees began to fade away and the moist ground was replaced with tough Thunderpath.
Firefoot halted and let the squirrel scamper into the DawnClan territroy. He spun around to leave but it was too late. A huge monster roared by and only a loud, excrutiating yowl was screamed out of the cat as the monster scurried away.
(Arn't I evil? Mintwhisker or someone could come if they want.)