- Jan 5, 2023
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For many long days the blizzard had raged, had snowed them in like prisoners of their own home. Then, out came the sun, shining across the glistening landscape and turning ice to mud. Patches of glistening white still mark the long grass, but Tigerfrost can move more freely through the territory, once again on the prowl. On several occasions, he finds his feet splash through ankle-deep puddles, and even loses his footing in the slick mud. Still, he presses on, his nostrils flaring, and that's when he scents it.
Hare!
The flash of white is almost too quick to recognize, but he spots it, kicks into gear on reflex. With long legged strides, Tigerfrost bounds across the landscape, claws coiling against the wet earth with every powerful stride. Muscles ripple beneath his lean frame, and the wind howls past his whiskers and sets his eyes aglow with excited fire. Like most WindClanners, he was built to run, built for speed, and his agility was nearly enough to keep up even as the hare jerked into tight and confusing turns. It was desperate, but it's cotton-hued tail was akin to a dinner bell. Still, it was only a matter of time before the large creature found a tunnel to dive into.
Tigerfrost pushes himself onward, his paws pounding the mud, his breath like mist from his jaws as he gasps for air. Oh, it had been weeks since he had been able to run like this! It's almost thrilling enough that he doesn't notice the sound. He mistakes it for the whistling of the passing wind, but something screams in his mind, and his neck tingles with a chill. What he was hearing was no whistling wind, but a roar. He finally slows his pace to a halt, recognizes his surroundings.
The hare doesn't seem to realize though, it carries swiftly onward in terror, right toward the gaping maw of the gorge. Slick mud and stone keeps the beast from stopping even as it desperately scrabbles to try and find some grip. Too late. It slips, loses it's footing, tumbles into the roaring current below.
Tigerfrost can feel his heart hammering within his chest, horror at what he sees. The water churns with such fury that mist billows into the air, and he can see just how slick and deadly the mud and rock along the edge had become. It's shining and wet, a lethal trap for any WindClan cat who got too close. "Gah!" A curse, bitter as it is. He lost the rabbit to the falls, and it would fill no bellies. At least he knows the danger of the gorge now. The snow-melt had caused the raging water, Tigerfrost realizes. The rest of WindClan should be warned.
Hare!
The flash of white is almost too quick to recognize, but he spots it, kicks into gear on reflex. With long legged strides, Tigerfrost bounds across the landscape, claws coiling against the wet earth with every powerful stride. Muscles ripple beneath his lean frame, and the wind howls past his whiskers and sets his eyes aglow with excited fire. Like most WindClanners, he was built to run, built for speed, and his agility was nearly enough to keep up even as the hare jerked into tight and confusing turns. It was desperate, but it's cotton-hued tail was akin to a dinner bell. Still, it was only a matter of time before the large creature found a tunnel to dive into.
Tigerfrost pushes himself onward, his paws pounding the mud, his breath like mist from his jaws as he gasps for air. Oh, it had been weeks since he had been able to run like this! It's almost thrilling enough that he doesn't notice the sound. He mistakes it for the whistling of the passing wind, but something screams in his mind, and his neck tingles with a chill. What he was hearing was no whistling wind, but a roar. He finally slows his pace to a halt, recognizes his surroundings.
The hare doesn't seem to realize though, it carries swiftly onward in terror, right toward the gaping maw of the gorge. Slick mud and stone keeps the beast from stopping even as it desperately scrabbles to try and find some grip. Too late. It slips, loses it's footing, tumbles into the roaring current below.
Tigerfrost can feel his heart hammering within his chest, horror at what he sees. The water churns with such fury that mist billows into the air, and he can see just how slick and deadly the mud and rock along the edge had become. It's shining and wet, a lethal trap for any WindClan cat who got too close. "Gah!" A curse, bitter as it is. He lost the rabbit to the falls, and it would fill no bellies. At least he knows the danger of the gorge now. The snow-melt had caused the raging water, Tigerfrost realizes. The rest of WindClan should be warned.
