Post by ⋆//nova on Sept 6, 2008 10:00:55 GMT -5
Gravity can't stop me, I'll just take to the skies and fly.
So what if the closest I can get to the heavens is as as
high as the highest tree? I'm not strange, just different.
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The sun peeked over the horizon, casting long shadows along the snow covered ground. A warm breeze caressed the talll grasses along the edge of the cliffs. A couple of dark storm clouds dotted the pale pink sky, staining the perfection. Far off in the distance, tiny gray specks speckled the sky like a dappled pelt. No doubt by sunhigh, the specks would be a solid mass swiftly moving across the sky, bringing frigid temperatures and snow.
Best enjoy the freedom. A lithe dappled black and orange she cat padded softly through the powdered snow, barely making a noise. She was out on a solo hunting patrol heading towards the sparse trees on the Cliff Edge. The camp was quiet when she awoke, instantly knowing that bad weather was coming. The humidity in the air before a storm stuck to her thin fur, soaking her to the skin. Not wanting to wake anybody else, she left the safety of the caves. Now Nova where Red Flames Dance approached the few trees near the cliff. Crouching into a hunter’s position, she turned her ear to the ground and waited for the familiar scratching sounds. Tick. Scratt, Tap. The prey-hunter’s ears twitched, instantly finding the source of the noise. While her eyesight was less than perfect, her hearing and other senses were given a boost. There! Under the roots of a small oak tree cowered a small mouse. Nova carefully dug her claws into the rocky soil, and sprung! Quickly, she killed the mouse with a blow to its head and thanked the Clan of Endless Hunting for the prey. Next she dug a small snow cave and placed the prey inside. The next five hunts ended similarily and soon the hole was filled. Carefully covering it with snow so that other predators would not find her cache, she marked it with a stick so that she may find it later.
Now, for the large oak. Nova swiftly, but carefully headed towards the largest tree in the area, an ancient oak tree. The elders claimed it was so old that the Clan of Endless Hunting had watched it grow while they were alive. She laughed to herself and launched herself onto the lowest branch of the tree. Scrabbling with her claws she pulled her body up onto the next branch. Repeating the process, she passed an empty bird’s nest and a squirrel’s storage of nuts. Finally she reached her destination, a crook between three branches that made up the top of the oak. Here, Nova could sleep, without fear of falling. It was her favorite place to be as she could see the land forever it seemed. Also from this outlook she could watch the storm forming. Her favorite time to be in the treetops was when the breezes began to rock the branches in a gentle swaying motion. She closed her eyes and dozed.
Hey! Nova awoke to a wavering voice. Confused, she looked around but saw nobody. Wait, a splash of color contrasted the whiteness of the snow. It must be a tribe cat. Sighing, she meowed back, “What? ”
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[Nova hunts, then climbs to the top of the oak tree. She naps, then is awaken by a tribemate yelling at her.]
[Nova hunts, then climbs to the top of the oak tree. She naps, then is awaken by a tribemate yelling at her.]
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