- Jun 8, 2022
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One success was not enough, nor was two, or even three. Not a crow to fill every belly in the group, not nearly enough frogs. No, the shadow of dusk was falling, gold shimmering through stray pine trees, and the marsh was empty. For all her recent victories in their hunting grounds, it was not enough, and now it seemed that there was nothing but the wind to taste. Even the croaking of bull-frogs had been silenced. Where was the prey? Willow is spattered with thick mud, as her wiry frame strides back into camp, her jaws empty, her teeth unstained. Despite the failure, her head is held high, her eyes still glimmered, and she walks with purpose. An idea had formed within her mind. Through the thorns and into the clearing, she comes to a stop to gaze upon her home with a stony expression.
"I'm taking a hunting patrol into the oak forest." Willow speaks, her powerful vocals sweeping through the camp. No, they would not starve. She wasn't going to let them. They deserved to eat, far more than those kittypets. "Join me." And she waits only to hear who would join her, before she turns to set off once more. Night was falling fast, shadows were deep and long, the air was warm and humid, and there, the thunder-path, as silent and eerie as their territory. She leads the patrol under the road, through the tunnel that was scattered with damp debris, and when they finally emerged into the evening air once again, the towering oaks were there to greet them.
The atmosphere is different, here. She can hear the call of birds as they gather their last meals of the day. She could hear the sound of crickets, of critters in the brush. Yes... there was prey here. She almost suggested that the group spread out... but not with those Pine cats lurking about.
"We should stay within hearing range of each other." Willow's voice is quieter now, audible only to her patrol-mates, before she heads into the thick forest brush with gliding steps, silent like a ghost at dusk.
@FLICKER @BRIAR and this is open to Marsh Group AND Pine Group.
"I'm taking a hunting patrol into the oak forest." Willow speaks, her powerful vocals sweeping through the camp. No, they would not starve. She wasn't going to let them. They deserved to eat, far more than those kittypets. "Join me." And she waits only to hear who would join her, before she turns to set off once more. Night was falling fast, shadows were deep and long, the air was warm and humid, and there, the thunder-path, as silent and eerie as their territory. She leads the patrol under the road, through the tunnel that was scattered with damp debris, and when they finally emerged into the evening air once again, the towering oaks were there to greet them.
The atmosphere is different, here. She can hear the call of birds as they gather their last meals of the day. She could hear the sound of crickets, of critters in the brush. Yes... there was prey here. She almost suggested that the group spread out... but not with those Pine cats lurking about.
"We should stay within hearing range of each other." Willow's voice is quieter now, audible only to her patrol-mates, before she heads into the thick forest brush with gliding steps, silent like a ghost at dusk.
@FLICKER @BRIAR and this is open to Marsh Group AND Pine Group.