- May 12, 2024
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"You've got this Honeysucklekit," she whispers to herself, crouched low to the ground next to a section of spry foliage. She'd been waiting since the patrols left, biding her time for them to return... It was taking ages and a few times, she was ashamed to admit, she'd nodded off as the passage of time had grown boring. But now... she swears with perked ears that she hears the approach of distant paws, that it must at last mean the return of her target.
She is careful, oh so careful, to try to stick her dark fur into the shadows that the sun casts, her rump raised far too high in the air to be an effective 'sneak-er' as she liked to call it.
Legs that far exceed her height storm past in a parade of skilled bodies, those that stink of the earth, the dirt- soil. She wonders if there will be times soon enough that she'll come home stinking like the soil too... or if she will be blessed with long legs to run wild in the fields with. It is a pondering that is tantalizing... and distracting. She misses when Bluefrost walks past completely and by the time emerald eyes remember to find their focus, she has created some distance between them. Oh no, this was going to be a much harder ambush with a moving target that far off.
Creeping through the clearing with a belly barely grazing the ground, her steps are anything but mastered in the art of stealth, made worse by the dusty dragging of her tail. Far too early she is willing to give up her commitment to hiding, charging several tails-lengths to try and leap up to grab at her cousin's tail with very little success.
"Augh... I thought I had it... How'd you know I was there? I've been practicing, Bluefrost! I wanted to show you how good I am at sneaking and I can jump sooo high now! Did you see me?" Her tail curls eagerly, eyes gleaming with a thirst for her attention and approval. "Did your patrol go good? What else do you gotta do today?"
@BLUEFROST
She is careful, oh so careful, to try to stick her dark fur into the shadows that the sun casts, her rump raised far too high in the air to be an effective 'sneak-er' as she liked to call it.
Legs that far exceed her height storm past in a parade of skilled bodies, those that stink of the earth, the dirt- soil. She wonders if there will be times soon enough that she'll come home stinking like the soil too... or if she will be blessed with long legs to run wild in the fields with. It is a pondering that is tantalizing... and distracting. She misses when Bluefrost walks past completely and by the time emerald eyes remember to find their focus, she has created some distance between them. Oh no, this was going to be a much harder ambush with a moving target that far off.
Creeping through the clearing with a belly barely grazing the ground, her steps are anything but mastered in the art of stealth, made worse by the dusty dragging of her tail. Far too early she is willing to give up her commitment to hiding, charging several tails-lengths to try and leap up to grab at her cousin's tail with very little success.
"Augh... I thought I had it... How'd you know I was there? I've been practicing, Bluefrost! I wanted to show you how good I am at sneaking and I can jump sooo high now! Did you see me?" Her tail curls eagerly, eyes gleaming with a thirst for her attention and approval. "Did your patrol go good? What else do you gotta do today?"
@BLUEFROST
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'hear me, idol! accept my offering with kind eyes and gentle words...' -
HONEYSUCKLEKIT
- child of wind-swept moors
- she/her
- daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
- a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes