Cautious Wandering

[Cirruskit]

Firepelt padded to Snakerocks. He wanted to be away from the camp for a while. There was never any time to think in the bustle of the camp. Stepping gingerly onto the rocks, Firepelt looked around for adders. Snakerocks was notorious for the adders that liked to sun themselves here. Spotting none, Firepelt sat down on the rocks and surveyed his surroundings.

He noticed a leaf falling from a tree, drifting lazily down to the ground, like it had all the time in the world. Firepelt felt peaceful, and yawned. The intense sunlight made his pelt feel warm, and, enjoying the sensation, rolled onto his back so that his stomach would feel some warmth too.

His eyes began to droop and he yawned again, his white teeth glinting in the sunlight. Slowly, he slipped into a light slumber.

***

A noise awoke the sleeping cat. He couldn't match the sound to an object, for he was still drowsy, and looked around confused. He jumped into the grass. After stretching, his shook his head to clear the cobwebs out. Firepelt's ears twitched, and the sound that had woken him seemed to grow louder. The sound seemed to come from all directions. His ears spun in all directions in a flurry, and Firepelt's heart began to race.

sssssss

The sound grew louder still. In front of him an adder slithered through the tall grass. The hissing from behind him was louder too, and from both the left and right sides. His heart seemed to be beating out of his chest. He knew that he was surrounded. A quick glance told him he was right. Four or five adders had trapped him in a circle. Taking a step in any direction only made him closer to another adder.

Judging the distance, Firepelt decided to try jumping out of his predicament. In doing so, he landed wrong and twisted his paw. It didn't feel right, and if he put any pressure on it, he winced in pain. The adders had changed direction and were coming at him again. Scared and fearing for his life, Firepelt shouted for help. He hoped someone was around Snakerocks and would hear his cry for help. The adders were quickly gaining on him, and with his injured paw, he could not move as fast.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Luckily for him, one particular cat was present nearby, hunting for Thunderclan, and had wandered towards Snakerocks.
Unluckily, she probably wasn't the best of saviors.

Soul crept along the needle-covered floor of the forest, whiskers twitching as she scented the air for a trace of smell, the musky aroma of prey. Amber ear perked up on the surface of her skull, searching intently for the slightest noise that could be created by a mouse or a vole, even a rabbit if she was lucky. Frozen orbs glinted excitedly in impatience for the kill as paws went on sneaking forwards, pushing her towards possible tracks.
Hunting was the one time she could actually be happy. She forgot everything else, those strange dreams she was always having, the memory of her mentor teaching her, and all those secret thoughts of her that would never be revealed to anyone but herself. The only things that mattered were the wind rushing through her crimson-streaked fur, the feel of leaves brushing by her slim body, the scent of prey on a fresh breeze. Everything else was swept away with the strong gusts of air through the evergreens and over the flatlands of Windclan.

A sudden sound wrenched her out of her diurnal revery. The loud, scrapeing tone of a terrorized yowl rent the air, emanating clearly from somewhere close to Snakerocks. Immediately changing her direction, amber-orange she-cat turned away from the path that would lead to Sunningrocks and headed instead for the place the interruption had come from. Not that she would help whoever was there, unless it brought her something. She would watch the fun, and then alert the Leader. If the cat saw her, though, since the fact that it was a feline was obvious, and a tom at that, she would jump down from whatever perch she had decided to take in a tree and go to his aid. Just for the show.

Stream-lined muscles bunched and coiled, releasing in a tremendous burst of strength. She shot up into the air, twisted around on herself as she entered the leaf-covered branches of a deciduous tree and landed quietly on a thick limb. Paws started padding onwards at that exact moment, tap-tap-tapping against the rough surface of the bark. Noting the horrendous amount of noise she was making, she slowed her pace the slightest fraction and set her paws more lightly on the wood. Her arrival at the adder scene was quick and precise.

Looking down upon the five adders and the tom, whom she recognised to be Firepelt, she waited to see what would happen as a grin crept up her maw. Oo, what fun.