Post by Snowstar on Aug 14, 2006 11:33:11 GMT -5
Duskclan was the elite and powerful clan... No doubt about that. At least the most powerful of the legal clans. Duskclan, Treeclan, Mistclan, Stoneclan.. All were unique in different ways. However, those who thought Duskclan as an elite clan forgot about little Talonkit...
The caw of a crow echoed above the barren wasteland as it perched upon a dead tree just on the borders of the main camp. Talonkit silently stalked the prey, eyes gleaming.. Waiting, watching. He imagined himself as a strong built and fierce warrior. An Elite Warrior in Duskclan! No, even better.. The deputy.. Paw step for paw step matched up as he slinked over the branch. It was time...
He yowled and flung himself forward, tackling the crow in the back and feeling himself being lifted off the ground. His small claws tore at the wings of the bird, who had just barely alighted before flailing to the ground. He dropped to the dusty earth with a thud just before the bird hopped away towards the camp of sleeping cats. He hissed, tail raised into an arch, ears seeming to pull his face backwards, and his fur on end in a flurry. He seemed to sideway skip at the bird as it desperatly tried to hop from the kit, and was tackled to the ground again as the kit reared up and leapt upon the crows greasy back. The bird was still alive as he thrashed at it, tossing the half dead bird and catching it with his mouth, tail flicking with pride as he dragged it into camp, stumbling over the tail of the bird. Whatever silence from before in the camp was gone because of little Talonkit.
The caw of a crow echoed above the barren wasteland as it perched upon a dead tree just on the borders of the main camp. Talonkit silently stalked the prey, eyes gleaming.. Waiting, watching. He imagined himself as a strong built and fierce warrior. An Elite Warrior in Duskclan! No, even better.. The deputy.. Paw step for paw step matched up as he slinked over the branch. It was time...
He yowled and flung himself forward, tackling the crow in the back and feeling himself being lifted off the ground. His small claws tore at the wings of the bird, who had just barely alighted before flailing to the ground. He dropped to the dusty earth with a thud just before the bird hopped away towards the camp of sleeping cats. He hissed, tail raised into an arch, ears seeming to pull his face backwards, and his fur on end in a flurry. He seemed to sideway skip at the bird as it desperatly tried to hop from the kit, and was tackled to the ground again as the kit reared up and leapt upon the crows greasy back. The bird was still alive as he thrashed at it, tossing the half dead bird and catching it with his mouth, tail flicking with pride as he dragged it into camp, stumbling over the tail of the bird. Whatever silence from before in the camp was gone because of little Talonkit.
