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Sedgerunner
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"BUT I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR"
Snow continues to melt as the temperatures rises above freezing, the sun's warmth rising against the frigid temperatures that had plagued the clans for so long. It was still chilly, but it was a promise that New-Leaf would be on it's way soon. Today the sun has been blotted out with heavy clouds, though, with a similar chill than before but not as violent. Sedgerunner is out among the rolling hills, her face to the direction of the breeze as she stands there with a certain alertness about her. A day like today where the weather brought promises of prosperity, there were sure to be a few stray hares that took advantage of it just as she was doing.
She's been out since the early morning, where the dawn patrols have left not too long before she did. Her paws ached to get out and run, to let loose and leave looming thoughts in the back of her mind. Virdian eyes vibrant like summer leaves along the trees scanned about the area, elongated ears from Oriental heritage pulled forward and then to the side. She was waiting, listening for any type of movement. Nothing yet. The moor runner prowls through spindly grass on light paws with a lowered head, her russet fur providing the perfect coverage as she submerged herself within it's familiar tickle along her belly. A rustle is heard to her right, her stride halting immediately as she tried to focus in. It's large, clearly a hare. Similar ticked markings like her own come into her peripheral as it foraged in search of soft heather to nibble on.
Her heart does a dance within her chest, finally finding something. A mature hare it was. While it wasn't as plump as she wanted, it would make a sizeable meal. Sedgerunner steps lightly, shifting her weight as she rocked on her heels in case it started to sprint. A head pops up with large ears swiveling, pausing. Time feels as if it slows to a crawl, and in what was a matter was seconds felt like ages. It sprang then, kicking soil from beneath powerful hind limbs. She'd been spotted, and with a light curse under her breath she's off to the races of survival. Long limbs sprinted forth with a tail streaming behind her, a slender muscles rippling with anticipation as she ran. Hares were notorious for being erratic little creatures, suddenly jerking to the left and she pivots on point like so many times before. This was the only time she felt truly like herself, chasing down her prey with the wind at her back on these open hills. No thoughts, just action.
Suddenly the hare pivots again to the right, and she tries to maneuver in the same way but her front paw twists ever so slightly the wrong way. Sedgerunner hisses at the pain that jolts up her limb. No! Don't give up. She pushes harder, jaws gritting with every stride. The moor runner edges closer to her prey, closing in and taking her leap. Her claws find fur as she digs into it's shoulders, anchoring herself while they go tumbling. Powerful limbs kick back at her wildly, pummeling her throat and she gasps at the force. One more kick lands squarely on her jaw as it's own claws slash across her cheek. Sedgerunner hisses wildly, grasping the hare harder while her teeth find it's throat and pressing down hard till it's thrashing finally ceases. Crimson drips down her cheek and maw, staining her lightened features on her chest. She's won again, but this particular hare had some spirit to it. The laceration stung immediately as it blotted her face. "Damn—you really put up a fight. Heh." She looks to her prey, panting laboriously while still trying to find her breath. Her chest and throat throbbed from the force of the kick she endured, hitting an already bruised spot from Coalfoot a day before. It was a messy hunt, but still successful in her eyes.
TLDR;; Sedge is out hunting to clearher head and chases down a spunky hare that kicks at her and gives her a cut on her cheek, also skme bruising in her chest :-)
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