Post by Blade on Jul 6, 2008 23:37:15 GMT -5
Blade tasted the icy air. She shivered, her pelt still New-Leaf light. The scent of fresh-kill wafted potently in the frigid breeze. This cat had been clever, she mused. Instead of burying all their catch in the same place, the feline had placed a minuscule amount of prey in an easy place to find, then concealed the oder from the bigger stash with toadstools. The ploy might have fooled any ordinary rogue, but, Blade had moons of experience. Not trusting her nose, she observed the ground with scrutiny. The slight claw-marks in the loam almost seemed to jump out at her. Touching it delicately, she scooped the dirt away. There it was, an array of mice, squirrel, and a vole, temptingly plump for the edge of Leaf-bare. Crouching down, she lifted the stolen prey, making sure it was securely trapped in her jaws. With a quick flick of her lilac tail she fled, a silver blur in the noon-high light.
