Post by lark on Jun 25, 2022 15:25:57 GMT
River Moon 2021
moth
Moth glared up at the sun, high in the sky, and briefly shielded her eyes with her amber-dappled leg. She had been walking for hours, without so much as a glance at any prey she felt confident that she would be able to catch, and she was beginning to feel the toll from it. Last night, she was able to scrape together a meal of berries and crowfood, but she needed to catch something - her body needed something fresh. She hadn't had very much luck the past few days trying to hunt squirrels and voles, they always seemed to hear her before she could get close enough, and birds were far out of her skill level, so she decided she would try the river, make some attempt at hunting fish.
She knew there was a group somewhere nearby, so Moth tried to remain somewhat stealthy as she left the bushes and padded toward the river, squinting at the dancing light on the river. She approached, cautiously, and looked down into the cool water, her eyes flicking around any time she noticed movement. The young feline perched her small body over the water, and eventually dipped a hesitant paw into the water, testing it, just in case she had to jump in to retrieve a catch. How am I going to even do this? she thought to herself, shaking her wet paw off. She sat like this on the river's edge for some time, occasionally looking over her shoulder out of fear that she'd be discovered by some violent clan cat, hoping to eat her for a meal. She didn't know a lot about the clans - until recently, she'd been with her father, only, and he always expressed some hesitation, some distrust toward cats who sought after clan life - especially in the 'traditional sense,' he would say.
As she was thinking to herself, she felt her body tense up as she saw a small, glittering fish swim closer. She dove, immediately, clumsy paws thrashing out and claws and teeth trying their hardest to hook the thing, but she felt the slick fish wriggle out of her grasp and let out a defeated groan, now soaking wet. She wrinkled her nose in displeasure, sighed, and perched once more, this time, her body closer to the rocks and moss at the edge of the water - now that she knew the fish was going to be slimy, she'd have a better shot next time - or so she'd hope.
She knew there was a group somewhere nearby, so Moth tried to remain somewhat stealthy as she left the bushes and padded toward the river, squinting at the dancing light on the river. She approached, cautiously, and looked down into the cool water, her eyes flicking around any time she noticed movement. The young feline perched her small body over the water, and eventually dipped a hesitant paw into the water, testing it, just in case she had to jump in to retrieve a catch. How am I going to even do this? she thought to herself, shaking her wet paw off. She sat like this on the river's edge for some time, occasionally looking over her shoulder out of fear that she'd be discovered by some violent clan cat, hoping to eat her for a meal. She didn't know a lot about the clans - until recently, she'd been with her father, only, and he always expressed some hesitation, some distrust toward cats who sought after clan life - especially in the 'traditional sense,' he would say.
As she was thinking to herself, she felt her body tense up as she saw a small, glittering fish swim closer. She dove, immediately, clumsy paws thrashing out and claws and teeth trying their hardest to hook the thing, but she felt the slick fish wriggle out of her grasp and let out a defeated groan, now soaking wet. She wrinkled her nose in displeasure, sighed, and perched once more, this time, her body closer to the rocks and moss at the edge of the water - now that she knew the fish was going to be slimy, she'd have a better shot next time - or so she'd hope.
lark
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