Post by hades on Aug 4, 2018 22:12:05 GMT -5
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TALL PINES | MOON-HIGH | BIRCHSTAR & RUNNINGWIND | Allie♡
It was a beautiful night. The moon had gone beyond its full, and was nearing the time of darkness once again. It was the perfect time to go beyond the safety, and the dangers, of the two-leg place to walk among the ferns; feeling the soft dirt beneath his paws.
Runningwind stretched his long, lanky limbs and shook his shaggy pelt. His yellow eyes glanced between the wooden posts that indicated backyards, and stepped out cautiously. The place of tall pines, or the woodcutters place, always smelled divine. He loved the scent of pine, and he was amazed at the amber color the sap that seeped from the tree. It was like the trees had their own type of blood, but they only screamed if they went down, and they always went down with a bang.
This time, though, Runningwind wasn’t here to watch the two-legs operate their dangerous tools. Tonight he was here to try and catch something that would satisfy him. Something soft, small, and round. He spotted it moving about under the wooden slats that the trees were resting on. He crouched, crept closer, and pounced. Missing it, for it darted away when his paws shifted the wood chips. “Rats.” He cursed.
Padding softly onward, Runningwind walked into the grass towards the forest where the Clan Cats lived. A smirk crossed his face. They hadn’t been able to catch him hunting across their border. It genuinely amused him that they didn’t send out regular night patrols, and if they did, they never patrolled the area quite as well as they thought.
But, as Runningwind lifted his nose to see, he pleasantly surprised that the markers were fresh. He thought it an excellent challenge! His pelt tingled with excitement. Perhaps tonight he would meet them, and they would force him off their lands.
That’s right. It was a game for Runningwind. Every so often he would amuse himself this way, when there were no rouges to put into place back in his own territory. Or anyone to catch up on. When all the gossip was heard, there was usually nothing new that could possibly happen; so it became rather monotonous, and needed a bit of shaking up.
Tonight it was ThunderClan - That is their name, right? It’s so hard to keep them all in line. He sighed, crossing the border.
He loved the feel of the forest under his paws...
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