Post by rainsong on Dec 18, 2008 18:34:14 GMT -5
Her yellow eyes flicked cautiously back and forth, watching for any sign of movement in the rocks around them. Her ear were pricked forward and swiveled back and forth like small satellite dished atop her gray and white head. Her paws ached a bit from the rough rocks beneath her feet, but she said nothing and pressed onward, ever alert for any signs of danger. She glanced down now and again at her two kits, Nightkit and Tigerkit, reassuring herself again and again that they were following closely.
"Come along, kits! Stay close to me!" she called to them, glancing over her light gray shoulder at her two kits as they followed her up the rocks.
She bent her head to smell the stones beneath her. Smell clung loosely to them, but it spoke of many cats. She knew that she was somewhere near her destination, the boundry line of the Stoneclan camp. She looked hopefully across the scent line and into the rocks beyond, her eyes searching them for any signs of fellow cats. She sat and swiped her rough tongue across her left forepaw and began to wash her whiskers as a nervous habit. She tried her best to now allow her kits to see her stress, but in moments like this, with her precious little followers so close to a possibly hostile clan scent line, she couldn't stop her hackles raising just a hair and start her nervous washing habit. She only hoped she'd made the right desision by coming her, by seeking safe haven from this clan.
"Come along, kits! Stay close to me!" she called to them, glancing over her light gray shoulder at her two kits as they followed her up the rocks.
She bent her head to smell the stones beneath her. Smell clung loosely to them, but it spoke of many cats. She knew that she was somewhere near her destination, the boundry line of the Stoneclan camp. She looked hopefully across the scent line and into the rocks beyond, her eyes searching them for any signs of fellow cats. She sat and swiped her rough tongue across her left forepaw and began to wash her whiskers as a nervous habit. She tried her best to now allow her kits to see her stress, but in moments like this, with her precious little followers so close to a possibly hostile clan scent line, she couldn't stop her hackles raising just a hair and start her nervous washing habit. She only hoped she'd made the right desision by coming her, by seeking safe haven from this clan.
