Post by hailstorm on Mar 24, 2006 21:26:48 GMT -5
Thump thump, thump thump. Hailstorm's heart thudded in her chest as her paws pounded against the ground beneath her, the two sounds blending into one perfect rhythm that throbbed through her whole body. The consistancy gave her a sense of peace, an almost meditative feeling as she raced across the flat earth. She felt distant and disconnected, as if she was watching another cat run across the Baron Plateau, rather than doing it herself.
This sensation could be labeled as inattentiveness, but the she-cat's concentration was at a climactic point, her eyes trained on a bobbing white speck dashing only a few foxlengths before her. Had she truly been able to stare daggers, the rabbit would have been a bloody mess by now, but she knew the only way she could defeat her prey was a good, old-fashioned hunt, so every ounce of attention inside her was poured towards the rabbit like a dam had broken loose. Rabbits were a tiring sort to catch, and already her breath was becoming ragged, but she willed her paws to move faster, ever faster.
Ever since kithood, this was a policy Hailstorm had held strong; full effort was the bare minimum, and nothing short of perfection was acceptable. The philosophy was pounded, imprinted into her young mind by almost all she met, and now, it was something she lived by, always striving for perfection and finding herself immensely disappointed if she didn't achieve it.
So one could imagine her satisfaction as she made a risky leap and felt her claws, outstretched to the maximum length, dragging through fur and flesh. She had it, the hunt was in her paws. The rabbit continued to run feebly, blood oozing from a gash in its side, but tripped, falling splay-legged for an instant too long. Hailstorm was upon the creature in a second, and the sound of bone shattering disrupted the faintly drumming rhythm of her heartbeat as she delivered a swift bite to the rabbit's neck.
With the bloodied corpse clutched in her jaws, Hailstorm padded to a patch of soft-looking dirt, conveniently secluded from the rest of the plateau by a bush. With a few strong strokes of her paws, a reasonably-sized hole had been dug, and into this hole she dropped the rabbit, its body now cool. She covered the small creature up again with dirt, and dropped into a hunter's crouch perfected by years of practice, scanning the terrain with slitted golden eyes, searching for more prey to feed her Clan.
ooc; all welcome =D
This sensation could be labeled as inattentiveness, but the she-cat's concentration was at a climactic point, her eyes trained on a bobbing white speck dashing only a few foxlengths before her. Had she truly been able to stare daggers, the rabbit would have been a bloody mess by now, but she knew the only way she could defeat her prey was a good, old-fashioned hunt, so every ounce of attention inside her was poured towards the rabbit like a dam had broken loose. Rabbits were a tiring sort to catch, and already her breath was becoming ragged, but she willed her paws to move faster, ever faster.
Ever since kithood, this was a policy Hailstorm had held strong; full effort was the bare minimum, and nothing short of perfection was acceptable. The philosophy was pounded, imprinted into her young mind by almost all she met, and now, it was something she lived by, always striving for perfection and finding herself immensely disappointed if she didn't achieve it.
So one could imagine her satisfaction as she made a risky leap and felt her claws, outstretched to the maximum length, dragging through fur and flesh. She had it, the hunt was in her paws. The rabbit continued to run feebly, blood oozing from a gash in its side, but tripped, falling splay-legged for an instant too long. Hailstorm was upon the creature in a second, and the sound of bone shattering disrupted the faintly drumming rhythm of her heartbeat as she delivered a swift bite to the rabbit's neck.
With the bloodied corpse clutched in her jaws, Hailstorm padded to a patch of soft-looking dirt, conveniently secluded from the rest of the plateau by a bush. With a few strong strokes of her paws, a reasonably-sized hole had been dug, and into this hole she dropped the rabbit, its body now cool. She covered the small creature up again with dirt, and dropped into a hunter's crouch perfected by years of practice, scanning the terrain with slitted golden eyes, searching for more prey to feed her Clan.
ooc; all welcome =D
