Post by abyss on Aug 15, 2022 5:33:21 GMT
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Nature had a way of being rather cruel. Times like these would come where the air grew warmer, where prey would begin to flourish once more, and plants would grow. Young animals were being born, the sun was showing itself more often, and little sprouts of various sorts would pop up out of nowhere. Each time that the slender molly would emerge from her den, she couldn’t take a single step without spotting yet another new nearly-blossomed flower or new herb sprigs. Sure, the foliage provided nice scenery for the land, and perhaps some food for her own prey. But the beauty was always temporary. Eventually the flowers would die and the herbs would shrivel, leaving either the dryness of Greenleaf or the frost of Leafbare in their wake. It was a shame they didn’t last longer. She would collect them otherwise.
But no, she was left searching for solid items, ones who held no life, nor did they require assistance to remain in tact. Small bones, old claws, shiny stones, shells, even twoleg items. All of them caught her attention, when she could find them. But that was always the tricky part.
White-toed paws swiped at the dirt below, a small hollow already dug into the ground. Wren had gotten lucky with this one, as most times she had to just pick a random spot and hope. But this spot had been different. Freshly dug and covered when she found it, she knew that something had to be here. Perhaps a twoleg had buried something here, or maybe someone else had found something and held no interest in it. Or it could just be the remnants of someone else’s breakfast. Regardless, curiosity only sometimes killed the cat.
Black ears pinned back against her head and irritation crossed her features as a tiny bone spotted with dirt poked out from the hollow. Just from the way the dirt clung to the bone she could tell that it was recent. No good.
She shook her head, lifting her eyes from the ground. But while her initial thought was to scan for any other areas that could be of interest, she spotted movement. She was farther away from her den than normal, so of course she was going to see creatures she normally didn’t. A rabbit or a bird, sure, but she very rarely saw other cats. And when she did, they often exchanged glances and went on their way.
And when a multi-colored dark tabby came into view over a small mound, she assumed that it may be the same. Her attention only focused on the other feline for a moment, turning instead to the tiny hill that the other cat stood upon. From where she sat, she could see a patch of ground untouched by grass and gray in color. Perhaps a slab of stone? Not something entirely unique, but she had found some interesting games around other stones that seemed quite average. It was a chance. She stood and slowly padded towards the stone, and though the other cat was that way too, they were not her focus. For now, at least.
When she reached the spot, she side-glanced to peer at the other feline who she presumed was still there. She only looked for a moment before she turned away, eyes examining the stone that just barely protruded from the ground, searching for any signs of cracks or crevices that could be beneath.
WREN
Solitary She-Cat
(c) Abyss
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