Post by Rose on May 16, 2008 19:21:16 GMT -8
Fernfoot sat motionless on a small grassy ledge, peering down into the strangely clear water of the Fog River. The she-cat blinked as she searched for a shining fish to carry home to the Clan. Due to her long fur that was very heavy in the water, this was not a favorite hunting place of the she-cat. But, for some unknown reason, the brown-shaded warrior had decided to hunt here.
A quick motion in the water caught Fernfoot's eyes as she slowly leaned closer. Almost directly beneath her was a large silvery fish. The she-cat hesitated, then threw herself into the water. She gasped slightly as she freezing water covered her. Her claws dug into the flesh of the fish, but just as she was about to surface, something landed on top of her. The weight of the object pushed her deeper into the river waters. Fernfoot opened her mouth in an unheard wail of surprise as sharp claws dug themselves into her sides. Water began filling her mouth and lungs, causing her to thrash wildly. The water around her began to change colors as blood from her wounds began to trickle into the river. The warrior's limbs began to grow cold as the combination of her water-logged fur and her attacker pushed her against the river bottom. Her eyes slid shut, her breathing slowed. I'm drowning.she realized,StarClan help me! Then everything went black.
Aspenpaw
I lifted my head once more, vainly searching for prey scent. Any prey scent! Nothing. Nothing at all.
I lowered my head in disappointment and sighed. Spiritstep, my mentor, was going to be very unhappy with me unless I brought back some prey. I would have to continue trying, not matter how long it would take. A quick glance around me revealed my position to be somewhat near Snake River. I remembered vaguely that Snake River was also called the Fog River by the Mistclan cats. The reason, I did not know. "Perhaps because the mist they are named for is thicker by the river. Yes, that has to be it." I whispered, looking up toward the swift river. Perhaps I could catch a fish there.
As my paws carried me toward the banks of the river, I spotted a strange object that was laying limp in the shallows of the river. Curious to see what the mottled brown shape was, I slid into the crouch position and began to creep forward. A slow pace was kept until I reached the motionless mound's side. As I straightened, I heard myself gasp in disbelief.
This was not a cat I knew. Not one from Stoneclan. Yet I knew the half-drowned creature from the gathering. As I gazed at the poor cat, I suddenly realized that this was a cat I had seen at the gathering. I remembered seeing the mangled tail and wondering what had happened. Slowly, I leaned closer until I could press my nose into her fur. Though the waters had covered most of her scent, a trace of her Clan remained. This was a she-cat - most likely a warrior - from Mistclan. I started suddenly as she let out a hacking cough. She lifted her head slightly, watering being expelled from her mouth. I grasped her scruff in my jaws, avoiding her flailing claws as I dragged her onto dry ground. Even that small effort drained her of energy, for she flopped her head down once more and became unconsious as soon as I had let her go. Thanking StarClan she was alive, I turned on the spot and raced for camp, not bothering to watch where I was going. All I knew was that the she-cat needed help, and now. "Spiritstep! Somebody! Help!" I yowled, racing along as fast as I could.
(Now here's the thing. I sort of wanted her to have drifted down the river, landing on Stoneclan's banks. It's a slight multi-Clan Rp, and if that's not allowed it can be deleted.)
A quick motion in the water caught Fernfoot's eyes as she slowly leaned closer. Almost directly beneath her was a large silvery fish. The she-cat hesitated, then threw herself into the water. She gasped slightly as she freezing water covered her. Her claws dug into the flesh of the fish, but just as she was about to surface, something landed on top of her. The weight of the object pushed her deeper into the river waters. Fernfoot opened her mouth in an unheard wail of surprise as sharp claws dug themselves into her sides. Water began filling her mouth and lungs, causing her to thrash wildly. The water around her began to change colors as blood from her wounds began to trickle into the river. The warrior's limbs began to grow cold as the combination of her water-logged fur and her attacker pushed her against the river bottom. Her eyes slid shut, her breathing slowed. I'm drowning.she realized,StarClan help me! Then everything went black.
Aspenpaw
I lifted my head once more, vainly searching for prey scent. Any prey scent! Nothing. Nothing at all.
I lowered my head in disappointment and sighed. Spiritstep, my mentor, was going to be very unhappy with me unless I brought back some prey. I would have to continue trying, not matter how long it would take. A quick glance around me revealed my position to be somewhat near Snake River. I remembered vaguely that Snake River was also called the Fog River by the Mistclan cats. The reason, I did not know. "Perhaps because the mist they are named for is thicker by the river. Yes, that has to be it." I whispered, looking up toward the swift river. Perhaps I could catch a fish there.
As my paws carried me toward the banks of the river, I spotted a strange object that was laying limp in the shallows of the river. Curious to see what the mottled brown shape was, I slid into the crouch position and began to creep forward. A slow pace was kept until I reached the motionless mound's side. As I straightened, I heard myself gasp in disbelief.
This was not a cat I knew. Not one from Stoneclan. Yet I knew the half-drowned creature from the gathering. As I gazed at the poor cat, I suddenly realized that this was a cat I had seen at the gathering. I remembered seeing the mangled tail and wondering what had happened. Slowly, I leaned closer until I could press my nose into her fur. Though the waters had covered most of her scent, a trace of her Clan remained. This was a she-cat - most likely a warrior - from Mistclan. I started suddenly as she let out a hacking cough. She lifted her head slightly, watering being expelled from her mouth. I grasped her scruff in my jaws, avoiding her flailing claws as I dragged her onto dry ground. Even that small effort drained her of energy, for she flopped her head down once more and became unconsious as soon as I had let her go. Thanking StarClan she was alive, I turned on the spot and raced for camp, not bothering to watch where I was going. All I knew was that the she-cat needed help, and now. "Spiritstep! Somebody! Help!" I yowled, racing along as fast as I could.
(Now here's the thing. I sort of wanted her to have drifted down the river, landing on Stoneclan's banks. It's a slight multi-Clan Rp, and if that's not allowed it can be deleted.)
