Post by flamewhisper on Aug 17, 2011 15:02:14 GMT -5
The swift movement of paws, the swish of a tail, the flutter of wings, then silence. A soft purr filled the silence as a golden-orange furred she cat licked her paws, the dead robin at her side. The sun gleamed off orange eyes as they opened slightly, a kind expression showing under the gleam. Sunfeather enjoyed to hunt. It brought her satisfaction knowing it was helping to feed her fellow warriors, but more of that what she caught could fill the apprentices, their future warriors. Goldenkit, her own kit, was almost the age to be an apprentice. At the thought of her own kit she knew that she must cut this hunt short. She needed to return to the nursery. Picking up the robin, she turned to head back.
