Post by Roxie ! on Jan 27, 2007 10:38:36 GMT -5
The sun was high in the sky now, the time a little past sun-high. The tom had been sent on hunting duty, and Sunningrocks seemed to be the warmest place to do so these days. He reflected this as he trudged quietly through the snowy ground. A recent fresh covering of white crystal had coated the ground this morning, leaving hunting conditions looking dim. But Foxtail would not give up just yet.
The white and brown tom padded silently over to the boulders, his amber eyes narrowing as he glanced around the scene. His senses alert, Foxtail lowered his nose to the ground and began searching for any signs of prey.
The method had proved unsuccessful by the time he had reached the other side of the rocks. Foxtail let out a soft growl and leaped with lithe ease upon one of the larger boulders, his eyes narrowed in frustration. There had to be a water vole or something around here somewhere. As his gaze swept the scene, it passed over the river--and then did a double-take. The wide water-path had frozen over since the last time patrols had been taken along here! Curiously, Foxtail leaped to the next rock, and then the next, until he neared the riverside in an attempt to get a closer view. He had learned from past experiences that a frozen over river was more dangerous than the large stream in its normal state. You never knew when the ice would give way, and if it did, you were basically trapped under the ice. It could mean certain death, and until this year, Foxtail had always thought of it as RiverClan's problem, and dismissed the matter. But now, slight concern edged his gaze for a certain she-cat that resided in the rival Clan. In fact, a raiding party gone bad over this same frozen river last year had been the exact way the two had met. It was strange, because they had both despised each other, and came from two Clans that shared this mutual feeling for each other. He hardly knew how things had become the way they were now.
Foxtail shook his head, sighing. Rosebloom would be fine. Trying not to think any more about this, he leaped from the rock and continued down the riverside, his hunting mission turning into more of a patrol.
The white and brown tom padded silently over to the boulders, his amber eyes narrowing as he glanced around the scene. His senses alert, Foxtail lowered his nose to the ground and began searching for any signs of prey.
The method had proved unsuccessful by the time he had reached the other side of the rocks. Foxtail let out a soft growl and leaped with lithe ease upon one of the larger boulders, his eyes narrowed in frustration. There had to be a water vole or something around here somewhere. As his gaze swept the scene, it passed over the river--and then did a double-take. The wide water-path had frozen over since the last time patrols had been taken along here! Curiously, Foxtail leaped to the next rock, and then the next, until he neared the riverside in an attempt to get a closer view. He had learned from past experiences that a frozen over river was more dangerous than the large stream in its normal state. You never knew when the ice would give way, and if it did, you were basically trapped under the ice. It could mean certain death, and until this year, Foxtail had always thought of it as RiverClan's problem, and dismissed the matter. But now, slight concern edged his gaze for a certain she-cat that resided in the rival Clan. In fact, a raiding party gone bad over this same frozen river last year had been the exact way the two had met. It was strange, because they had both despised each other, and came from two Clans that shared this mutual feeling for each other. He hardly knew how things had become the way they were now.
Foxtail shook his head, sighing. Rosebloom would be fine. Trying not to think any more about this, he leaped from the rock and continued down the riverside, his hunting mission turning into more of a patrol.