Post by Cloudbat on Mar 18, 2012 5:59:42 GMT -10
Blah blah blah blah blah. I don't care. Protest all you like, Patchy girl, just catch a flipping bird, grumbled the dark-pelted warrior in her head as she finished with the lichen, and sniffed herself. Mm, it wasn't hugely effective, but scent-wise she would melt into the background until she moved. That was something.
Wait what? The heck was this loony talking about? Interesting? Who gave a badger's hind end about interesting when the main goal was, you know, catching the foxing thing?
Ahhh, the innocence of youth. I don't miss those a days a bit.
"You can make it as lovely as an elder's fairy tale if you foxing catch one, Patchclaw. I'm shutting up now and you can do whatever's interesting, but I recommend doing the same."
With that, she began to creep further down the stream, splitting her attention between the moist ground beneath her pads and the bright sky above. A wind blew, rustling the bushes around the bank of the stream and bringing with it a faint tweeting noise.
Tweeting? Is that really a bird call? Straining her hearing, she shut her eyes and focused, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise.
Aha! Right up a nearby tree. Opening her dark green eyes, her gaze darted up a mighty elm in close vicinity to spy a cardinal at its top - a cardinal who after hopping and darting its head back and forth, fluttered down to the edge of the water not six fox-lengths in front of her, pecking for food.
Heh heh. The heavyset PineClanner felt a grin creep across her face as she started to pad ever so slowly toward the unsuspecting red avian.
Wait what? The heck was this loony talking about? Interesting? Who gave a badger's hind end about interesting when the main goal was, you know, catching the foxing thing?
Ahhh, the innocence of youth. I don't miss those a days a bit.
"You can make it as lovely as an elder's fairy tale if you foxing catch one, Patchclaw. I'm shutting up now and you can do whatever's interesting, but I recommend doing the same."
With that, she began to creep further down the stream, splitting her attention between the moist ground beneath her pads and the bright sky above. A wind blew, rustling the bushes around the bank of the stream and bringing with it a faint tweeting noise.
Tweeting? Is that really a bird call? Straining her hearing, she shut her eyes and focused, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise.
Aha! Right up a nearby tree. Opening her dark green eyes, her gaze darted up a mighty elm in close vicinity to spy a cardinal at its top - a cardinal who after hopping and darting its head back and forth, fluttered down to the edge of the water not six fox-lengths in front of her, pecking for food.
Heh heh. The heavyset PineClanner felt a grin creep across her face as she started to pad ever so slowly toward the unsuspecting red avian.