Post by kowala on Oct 4, 2007 17:01:14 GMT -5
Mudstorm pounced and killed a thrush, her claws accidentally closed around the heart. Blood splattered on her.
"Argh!" she spat, trying to wipe the blood from her muzzle. Hissing in frustration she wet her paws in a nearby puddle.
Why must I get blood all over me everytime I make a kill?
It's rediculous.
Still rubbing her nose, Mudstorm burried her bird, closed her eyes and inhaled. She smelt a mouse and a couple of squirels. She then listened and she heard the squirels, a couple of fox-lengths away. The she-cat immediately dropped into a hunter's crouch, inching forward to her prey. Mudstorm slashed her tail silently and crawled right up to the oblivious prey. The two squirels were munching together on a nut. Mudstorm, quick as lightening, snapped her head forward and caught the two squirels on the neck.
Instant death.
And more blood spatter.
Mudstorm tried to wipe the blood off her chest, a snarl attatched to her mouth. Finally getting all of the blood removed the she-cat let out a sigh.
Love.
I wonder... Mudstorm thought,
Why love is so complicated. So much commitment, feeling, strength...
She frowned,
But also weakness.
Love..
Mudstorm dug out her two squirels, she looked at them and her heart jumped into her throat,
They were locked together in an embrace,
They died in an embrace.
I wonder what that is like, dying with your lover. Mudstorm sighed not interested but wanting to find out what it's like. The last moment of your life, with your love, your life, your world.. Locking gazes, then it's all gone.. In a heartbeat.
Gone...
Mudstorm sat in a patch of sunlight near the lake, her glossy pelt, shinning gorgeously in it. Her large, bright green eyes, like large emeralds in a skylight. Her tail grazed the ground like a gentle touch, light yet meaningful in every way. She looked like a cat from Starclan, down for a visit. An archangel. She turned to stare out at the shimmering lake, large orb eyes watering slightly.
Love..
"Argh!" she spat, trying to wipe the blood from her muzzle. Hissing in frustration she wet her paws in a nearby puddle.
Why must I get blood all over me everytime I make a kill?
It's rediculous.
Still rubbing her nose, Mudstorm burried her bird, closed her eyes and inhaled. She smelt a mouse and a couple of squirels. She then listened and she heard the squirels, a couple of fox-lengths away. The she-cat immediately dropped into a hunter's crouch, inching forward to her prey. Mudstorm slashed her tail silently and crawled right up to the oblivious prey. The two squirels were munching together on a nut. Mudstorm, quick as lightening, snapped her head forward and caught the two squirels on the neck.
Instant death.
And more blood spatter.
Mudstorm tried to wipe the blood off her chest, a snarl attatched to her mouth. Finally getting all of the blood removed the she-cat let out a sigh.
Love.
I wonder... Mudstorm thought,
Why love is so complicated. So much commitment, feeling, strength...
She frowned,
But also weakness.
Love..
Mudstorm dug out her two squirels, she looked at them and her heart jumped into her throat,
They were locked together in an embrace,
They died in an embrace.
I wonder what that is like, dying with your lover. Mudstorm sighed not interested but wanting to find out what it's like. The last moment of your life, with your love, your life, your world.. Locking gazes, then it's all gone.. In a heartbeat.
Gone...
Mudstorm sat in a patch of sunlight near the lake, her glossy pelt, shinning gorgeously in it. Her large, bright green eyes, like large emeralds in a skylight. Her tail grazed the ground like a gentle touch, light yet meaningful in every way. She looked like a cat from Starclan, down for a visit. An archangel. She turned to stare out at the shimmering lake, large orb eyes watering slightly.
Love..