Post by BASILFROST on Oct 12, 2013 23:34:49 GMT -5
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
Leaving the dens, he entered the campsite, where cold autumn wind kissed his face, sending shivers through his bulky body. It was shocking to the tom how cold he actually could get, even through his thick fur, and stocky body, he found himself shivering like a kit fearful of monsters that lurked in the darkness. Looking around, he searched for other clan mates, but no one was out. Good. Basilfrost thought, hoping that no one noticed that he’s been in bed all day. Belly grumbling, the tom walked slowly over to the meat pile. Mouth watering as his blue eyes fell upon a large brown mouse. Smiling, his tail twitched in pleasure as he grabbed the mouse. Crunching down, he ate the meal nearly a cat-length away from the pile. Devouring the creature in only a couple of bites. After the mouse was gone, and only a body of bones were left, the white and patched tom stretched out, licking his lips, savoring the taste of meat along his lips. Ears twitched, as Basilfrost pondered on what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Hunting probably would be the best choice. He preferred it over patrolling. Hunting could consist of being alone, and moving at his own unhurried pace.
Nodding, he decided to go for a solo hunt. The pile of meat was looking low, and since everyone else was out and about, he decided to follow the same general rules of them. Slipping out of the campsite, Basilfrost followed the trail that he’s taken many times. The scent of his own fur stuck in his nose, as the familiarity of the sights soothed him. There weren’t many places the tom went, and it was the same ones that he always went to- trusting them for safety, solitude and prey. Walking over tree trunks, boulders and foliage, the cat stopped in a small little opening where the trees around formed a perfect circle, letting in just enough sunlight for a good day’s worth of sun basking. The grass that filled the passage was flawlessly green and soft underneath the pads of the cat’s paws. His whiskers shuddered, as he scanned the area. Crouching down, the grass touched his chin, sending tickling sensations through his body. Letting a small, childish smile cross his lips, the cat sat in a hunting position, waiting for some sort of prey to come out of hiding.
OOC: Come join!
