Post by Lionstar on May 5, 2009 13:47:01 GMT -5
Warm sunlight shown brightly, bouncing through relaxed branches onto gray stone. A slight breeze rustled new leaves, smelling of growth, sunlight, and scuttling prey. The dark tip of a golden tail twitched above stone; Lionroar lazed atop the smooth rock. His ears twitched irratibly at the birdsong cluttering the air.
The striped golden tom rolled over, rubbing against the sun-warmed stone before casting his amber gaze up to the sky. It was blue today, the same color as the small flowers that sometimes grew on the edge of ShadowClan territory, near the ThunderClan border and past. It was a color that wasn't easily forgotten, and one that loved to be reminded of by the sky, as if it reflected it's color to the great expanse so far above it.
A bird floated past, standing out black against the blue. Lionroar imagined it was a bird of prey, casting gold orbs for something to feed it's young. It would float, watch and listen until it found something. Gaze locked it would circle once, twice, and dive. Wind whistling awe at its speed, trailing through slightly ragged feathers. Wings would soon burst open, slamming into the air to slow enough not to crash into the ground it so easily escaped. Talons sharper than thorns and bigger than any cats would pierce the soft flesh of its prey, as the beak tore out its life. Then the bird would lift off and fly back to its nest, throwing the fresh-kill to the hungry young that would rip it apart until nothing but bits of bone were left.
But only if it were not itself caught. Swift movement of the bird jolted Lionroar out of his thoughts as the bird dove. Flipping onto his paws, the ShadowClan warrior leaped off his perch and bounded in the direction of the bird. It wasn't very far from where he had lain. When he spotted the bird it had opened its wings. He stalked closer, watching as the talons pierced a mouse. Then he pounced, gripping the back of the great bird between its powerful wings. It screeched, lifting into the air despite the cat's weight. Lionroar hissed, biting into its neck. The bird rose higher; Lionroar bit harder as it let out another screech, its wings weakening. It fell, crashing into the ground it had once escaped; it would never fly again.
Looking at the bird, Lionroar almost felt sorry for felling the majestic bird. But it conflicted with pride at the mighty catch. This would feed several of the warrior's clanmates. He lifted the bird, with the mouse still caught in the talons and headed began the treck back to camp. When he returned, the striped golden warrior decided to take some of it's feathers as well as the talons as a prize.
[So much muse!! I can't believe it!]
The striped golden tom rolled over, rubbing against the sun-warmed stone before casting his amber gaze up to the sky. It was blue today, the same color as the small flowers that sometimes grew on the edge of ShadowClan territory, near the ThunderClan border and past. It was a color that wasn't easily forgotten, and one that loved to be reminded of by the sky, as if it reflected it's color to the great expanse so far above it.
A bird floated past, standing out black against the blue. Lionroar imagined it was a bird of prey, casting gold orbs for something to feed it's young. It would float, watch and listen until it found something. Gaze locked it would circle once, twice, and dive. Wind whistling awe at its speed, trailing through slightly ragged feathers. Wings would soon burst open, slamming into the air to slow enough not to crash into the ground it so easily escaped. Talons sharper than thorns and bigger than any cats would pierce the soft flesh of its prey, as the beak tore out its life. Then the bird would lift off and fly back to its nest, throwing the fresh-kill to the hungry young that would rip it apart until nothing but bits of bone were left.
But only if it were not itself caught. Swift movement of the bird jolted Lionroar out of his thoughts as the bird dove. Flipping onto his paws, the ShadowClan warrior leaped off his perch and bounded in the direction of the bird. It wasn't very far from where he had lain. When he spotted the bird it had opened its wings. He stalked closer, watching as the talons pierced a mouse. Then he pounced, gripping the back of the great bird between its powerful wings. It screeched, lifting into the air despite the cat's weight. Lionroar hissed, biting into its neck. The bird rose higher; Lionroar bit harder as it let out another screech, its wings weakening. It fell, crashing into the ground it had once escaped; it would never fly again.
Looking at the bird, Lionroar almost felt sorry for felling the majestic bird. But it conflicted with pride at the mighty catch. This would feed several of the warrior's clanmates. He lifted the bird, with the mouse still caught in the talons and headed began the treck back to camp. When he returned, the striped golden warrior decided to take some of it's feathers as well as the talons as a prize.
[So much muse!! I can't believe it!]
Lionstar!
