Post by Minkstar on Sept 8, 2015 17:50:32 GMT -5
It had been seasons since the dark brown she cat had had time to be off and on her own. She had sent out the patrols for sun-high and with most of the cats out of camp, there was no reason for her to sit around. Cormorantnose was back there, making sure everything was in tip top shape and Minkstar was ready to unwind a bit from her most recent duties. Flicking her ears, she moved with long strides. Her long legs were quick to cover ground and in no time,she found herself at one of her favorite hunting grounds - the rock spires. The thing that she loved so much about this is no matter how many battles were fought, no matter how many territories lost, no cat besides a skyclan one would be able to hunt here and be successful.
They had grown here for generations now, and their paw-pads had hardened to the stone, they had evolved to be able to hunt in such places. As the leader strolled across the piece of land, she felt no pain, especially with her strong and thick pads to keep her balanced. Cats who constantly walked on marshland or grass would have much softer paws, unlike the rough and solid ones of the sky cats. The brown she cats ears swiveled as she caught the sound of prey, and just like that, strong hind legs pushed off and took chase to a rather plump vole that was darting between the cracks. Like a professional, her body twisted and arched throughout direction, and finally, her outstretched paws and unsheathed claws caught the vole, and she finished it with a swift bite to the neck.
Minkstar exhaled deeply, a proud glimmer in her eyes as she stood over her kill. She really needed this time out of camp to unwind. Already, she was feeling like the young cat she was supposed to be.