Post by blackheart on Jan 18, 2009 10:14:26 GMT -5
Blackpaw padded his way towards the woodland. It was quite late and, although he was sure he wasn't supposed to wander off at this time, he couldn't sleep. He hoped the cool night air would sooth him.
The still crispness clung to his fur. He wondered if this was the beginning of some sort of mist or fog; but he'd probably find out in the morning. As he padded he sniffed the air, there were stale scents of prey. Maybe a squirrel, a finch, a crow, or a rabbit. It wasn't that certain, as they all were hidden away during this dark time.
He sniffed the ground, just to wonder if the scents where stronger. But, they were still stale. If he really wanted to find something a gust of wind would have helped. Alas, not only did he not care, the area was still and quite except for the occasional rustle beneath him.
He padded further until he met a tree; the moss grew thickly on its roots and the first parts of its trunk. A scent caught his nose, it was small and went away too quickly for him to properly analyse it. He placed his nose next to the moss to sniff it. Other than it being moist, and leaving a droplet of water on him, the scent it held was not the same.
It was then he pricked his ears fully. The scent had suddenly made him suspicious. He wasn't at all far from the Thunderclan camp. Just a couple of trees. Yet, he still swivelled his ears round trying to pinpoint any noise.
The still crispness clung to his fur. He wondered if this was the beginning of some sort of mist or fog; but he'd probably find out in the morning. As he padded he sniffed the air, there were stale scents of prey. Maybe a squirrel, a finch, a crow, or a rabbit. It wasn't that certain, as they all were hidden away during this dark time.
He sniffed the ground, just to wonder if the scents where stronger. But, they were still stale. If he really wanted to find something a gust of wind would have helped. Alas, not only did he not care, the area was still and quite except for the occasional rustle beneath him.
He padded further until he met a tree; the moss grew thickly on its roots and the first parts of its trunk. A scent caught his nose, it was small and went away too quickly for him to properly analyse it. He placed his nose next to the moss to sniff it. Other than it being moist, and leaving a droplet of water on him, the scent it held was not the same.
It was then he pricked his ears fully. The scent had suddenly made him suspicious. He wasn't at all far from the Thunderclan camp. Just a couple of trees. Yet, he still swivelled his ears round trying to pinpoint any noise.