Post by Owl on Mar 26, 2020 12:03:11 GMT -5
pantherfoot - duneclan - nightwalker - application Pantherfoot slunk through the red sands darkened to a graceful shade of grey now that the sun had gone down. She often woke up dusted in the color and had to groom it out, which she hated. The grains coated her tongue and was almost as disgusting to groom out as during the season she shedded. It's a close second, but at least it doesn't make me hack up hairballs. Maybe very rust stained hairballs. She paused for a moment to yawn, giving her head a bit of a shake before continuing. She usually woke up in the middle of the day to check on the Daywalkers and go on a bit of a walk or perhaps show them up by catching a scorpion or two, but she had been staying up longer and longer since Applewater became the sole leader of the clan. She just couldn't sleep safely knowing that that molly was in charge of her. She doesn't know us! Not at all. I've seen how featherbrained she is first paw. I cannot doubt the gods, but by Ara what were they thinking putting her in charge. She might be good enough for the Daywalkers, but she is nowhere near good enough for us! She let out a little huff and then calmed her breathing. No getting wound up while I'm hunting. The prey can smell distress, and hear any hitches in the breath I take. They are just as fine tuned to us as we are to them. Pantherfoot loved a nice warm lizard, and was glad that the night was so warm. It was unnaturally warm, almost. The air was still and seemed to weigh down on her for an unknown reason. Perhaps it'll rain. But when she looked up, the sky was as clear as ever. You could see every single star. The moon was obviously the centerpiece of the night sky, however, accompanied by it's entourage of stars. Mayank, bless this night and bless our hunt. She murmured along with her thought, knowing that the god would hear her prayer regardless of whether it was spoken or not. They can look into our minds and soul and see through us, they do not care for our bodies nor our voices. Those are merely meant to be for us, to see one another and communicate. The gods do not need to rely on such fickle things. She was just getting ready to breathe deep for the scent of prey when a voice interrupted her peace. And when she sucked in that breath, a familiar scent flooded her nose. It was another cat, of course. But not one she particularly wanted to see. She turned, eyes easily spotting the shape of the solid black Nightwalker amongst the dark landscape. It was practice that let her see others like her so easily. His eyes glimmered in a similar vein to hers, but had a cheeky spark that hers lacked. Many would mistake them for relatives, but she was not related to him nor would she want to be. She rose out of her crouch, allowing herself to rise to a similar level as the tom. "You." Tags: Aria Notes: have at her, buddy |
'cause when this day is done
i still got shit to run
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