⋆ i know your f a c e . {ratwhisker & lynxstorm}
Sept 7, 2013 12:24:00 GMT
Post by ⋆ Phia ⋆ on Sept 7, 2013 12:24:00 GMT
 ⋆RATWHISKER⋆ WARRIOR ⋆ MALE ⋆ FIRECLAN YOU ARE BUT WORDS. RATWHISKER :: A slender black shadow weaved swiftly through the silvery barks of the trees that lay thickly on the grassy land, stretching out endlessly ahead and hiding the horizon. Night had fallen, and all that provided light was the faint glow of the moon which, too, was threatened to be shielded by the clouds. Newleaf might have arrived, but the tom was guessing they were only just scratching its surface. Prey might be running, but wind and rainstorms were not half done just yet. He paused briefly to look behind him, then quickly pulled ahead with a sigh. What was he even doing out so late all by himself, on territory that didn't even belong to his clan? He didn't know. When sleep refused to find him, he would always sneak out in pursuit of something equally satisfying. Of course, he usually found it within the lands of FireClan's territory. Surely whatever he was seeking couldn't be lingering here? The forest was empty, the only sound that could be heard being the low hooting of an owl in the distance. If a gang of loners discovered him, he would most certainly be dead, and his clan would never figure out what happened to him. He shivered at the thought, trying to fight the urge of turning around and fleeing straight back to the camp. He finally halted, his sides heaving with the effort of having covered quite a distance in a matter of minutes. This part of the forest was considerably more lacking in trees and vegetation in general. As odd as it might sound, the tomcat felt safer now. Whatever might be following him or whatever he might come face to face, it had nowhere to hide. Catching his breath, he quickly slipped forward, his pawsteps almost soundless on the forest floor. He was nearing the edge of the forest, for he could sense the trees thinning out further as he forced himself on. His emerald eyes scanned his surroundings for the twelfth time that night, but all he could see were silvery tree barks, still as death. And yet, it was his ears that made him aware of movement not too far away just a heartbeat later. His body lowered closer to the earth, his ears pricked as he tried to identify the sound. He was certain it was footsteps, but now he could swear they belonged to a cat. Unable to hear anything that could indicate his company wasn't alone, he stood tall once again. "I know you're out there." Notes: first 5 minutes of supernatural omfg |
