Post by doveflight on Oct 21, 2007 20:18:48 GMT -5
Rain, rain, go away...
come again some other day...
The short she-cat stalked the grass, the cold air whistling in the wind. It was raining, and there was no shelter; it was freezing. She needed shelter, and the tall plants were the place to get it. Dove could smell BoneClanners nearby, even in the wet scent of the acidy rain. Clouds gathered overhead, she curled herself up into a ball.
Why today?
It was no special day, but every single day must be treasured in a small cat's life. It hadn't been before. Every day was a meal of 2 or 3 mice. Every day was warm, even in this weather. Why did it have to happen? She felt as helpless as a kit, lying under a large, dangling tree. Dove smelled blood nearby, it seemed a cats mixed with a killed-prey's. All she took in was the prey. Oh to have something to eat.
But no. All the prey had left. They were as cold as the rain-soaked feline, and shelter was everywhere for them, as a few leaves would be a fine den for them. DoveFlight's ribs were showing past her now-grey pelt; soaked from the water.
come again some other day...
The short she-cat stalked the grass, the cold air whistling in the wind. It was raining, and there was no shelter; it was freezing. She needed shelter, and the tall plants were the place to get it. Dove could smell BoneClanners nearby, even in the wet scent of the acidy rain. Clouds gathered overhead, she curled herself up into a ball.
Why today?
It was no special day, but every single day must be treasured in a small cat's life. It hadn't been before. Every day was a meal of 2 or 3 mice. Every day was warm, even in this weather. Why did it have to happen? She felt as helpless as a kit, lying under a large, dangling tree. Dove smelled blood nearby, it seemed a cats mixed with a killed-prey's. All she took in was the prey. Oh to have something to eat.
But no. All the prey had left. They were as cold as the rain-soaked feline, and shelter was everywhere for them, as a few leaves would be a fine den for them. DoveFlight's ribs were showing past her now-grey pelt; soaked from the water.