Post by Zesha on Oct 10, 2021 22:06:44 GMT
Worm Moon. March 15th, 2021. Mid Morning.
Goose • Tom (FtM) • 30 moons • Loner
Warmth had finally begun to lace itself between the cold breezes of winter, heralding spring on the horizon. Now was the perfect time for Goose to begin his journey down from the farms beyond the old abandoned barn to the sprawling moors that once held a whole Clan of cats. And begin he did—it took about a day to finally reach the expanse of open land, but it was well worth the travel, as far as he was concerned. For a moment he stood gazing out across the fields where heather and gorse would grow wildly within the next moon or so watching at the breeze stirred some grass that had been uncovered by the melting snow.
He continued over the hill until a movement caught his eye. There, among the snow that was left, was a white hare. This was the first time he had ever hunted a hare, but he was determined. Crouching down, he tried to keep his feet from making too much noise across the snow as he kept downwind. Goose turned out to be unfortunate though and stepped on a deeper part of the snow that caused his paw to sink in. The hare’s ears twitched and its eyes darted around before it bolted. Persistent, Goose gave chase, eventually following it all the way to a strange dip in the ground mostly covered in gorse—or what was left of the gorse in the harsh winter months.
Goose stared down the hole of tangled gorse that the hare had taken, wondering if he should try to go in after it or not. This wasn’t a mouse, so he wasn’t sure how it would react if it was cornered. Its back legs had looked plenty strong, too. He stood there puzzling, then began to pace around the hollow to see if there were a bigger entrance in so that maybe the entangled gorse wouldn’t tug at his fur quite as much.
He continued over the hill until a movement caught his eye. There, among the snow that was left, was a white hare. This was the first time he had ever hunted a hare, but he was determined. Crouching down, he tried to keep his feet from making too much noise across the snow as he kept downwind. Goose turned out to be unfortunate though and stepped on a deeper part of the snow that caused his paw to sink in. The hare’s ears twitched and its eyes darted around before it bolted. Persistent, Goose gave chase, eventually following it all the way to a strange dip in the ground mostly covered in gorse—or what was left of the gorse in the harsh winter months.
Goose stared down the hole of tangled gorse that the hare had taken, wondering if he should try to go in after it or not. This wasn’t a mouse, so he wasn’t sure how it would react if it was cornered. Its back legs had looked plenty strong, too. He stood there puzzling, then began to pace around the hollow to see if there were a bigger entrance in so that maybe the entangled gorse wouldn’t tug at his fur quite as much.
☽LIA☾
Rani