- May 7, 2023
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The rabbit shoots past his paws, faster than anything.
The sun above the moor burns. It's so far overhead, a pinprick in the wide blue sky; too bright to look at and angry enough to scald. The hare flies over the sun-scorched grasses of the flattened deer trail, then whips into the tall curtains that flank it. There's no canopy overhead—the sunshine burns away anything in its sight—but Sedge follows his rabbit as close as a shadow.
Wispy stalks of heather and fieldgrass thwap into his face as he barrels through. It's part of the experience. The wind rushing past his ears, the thunderous roar of his paws, the scent of the rabbit, the grasses and brambles and things that tangle themselves into his fur, all his focus whittled down to muscle memory and adrenaline-fueled instinct. An endeavor, an adventure, at the end of which awaits a final prize. If only he can catch it. He just needs to get a little closer.
FWOOSH!
The rabbit leaps, then tumbles headlong into the dark, twisted vines of a blackberry bush with a decisive clamor. Sedgepaw, however, stops.
It takes him a second, granted. As soon as the hare is out of sight, all his muscles freeze up and he skids across the dry, sandy soil, claws anchoring him to a stop before he gets too close to the looming ThunderClan border.
He waits, and stares, and...nope, the thing's definitely gone. Heart racing, Sedgepaw sucks in a breath through his teeth, angular face splitting into a grimace. "Shit," he hisses. Too bad.
/ @STORMYWING
The sun above the moor burns. It's so far overhead, a pinprick in the wide blue sky; too bright to look at and angry enough to scald. The hare flies over the sun-scorched grasses of the flattened deer trail, then whips into the tall curtains that flank it. There's no canopy overhead—the sunshine burns away anything in its sight—but Sedge follows his rabbit as close as a shadow.
Wispy stalks of heather and fieldgrass thwap into his face as he barrels through. It's part of the experience. The wind rushing past his ears, the thunderous roar of his paws, the scent of the rabbit, the grasses and brambles and things that tangle themselves into his fur, all his focus whittled down to muscle memory and adrenaline-fueled instinct. An endeavor, an adventure, at the end of which awaits a final prize. If only he can catch it. He just needs to get a little closer.
FWOOSH!
The rabbit leaps, then tumbles headlong into the dark, twisted vines of a blackberry bush with a decisive clamor. Sedgepaw, however, stops.
It takes him a second, granted. As soon as the hare is out of sight, all his muscles freeze up and he skids across the dry, sandy soil, claws anchoring him to a stop before he gets too close to the looming ThunderClan border.
He waits, and stares, and...nope, the thing's definitely gone. Heart racing, Sedgepaw sucks in a breath through his teeth, angular face splitting into a grimace. "Shit," he hisses. Too bad.
/ @STORMYWING
