|
|
Post by novanebula on Feb 29, 2012 13:01:27 GMT -5
Stepping into the clan camp, Tigerlily made her way to the freshkill pile. A rabbit and two kangaroo rats were in her mouth. She dropped them into the pile and then began to pick through it herself. It was the time when the sun was highest in the sky and she was hungry from hunting all morning. She rummaged through the freshkill pile for a little while. Nothing looked too good to her at the moment. Then she noticed black feathers.
"A Raven!" She said excitedly as she pulled it out. She didn't know why but ravens were her favorite kind of freshkill. They were rare to catch and different to eat. They never tasted exactly the same to Tigerlily and she didn't know why. To everyone else they always tasted the same, but to her they always tasted something sweet or rich. It was different every time.
She turned to go and sit somewhere quiet where she could eat her raven in peace. However, a little movement caught her eye and she watched as a little kit tumbled out of the nursery and began to wrestle with his sister. She turned to pay attention to where she was going again, and that was when she heard the THUMP! and the screech from a kit.
She dropped her raven and looked over at the two kits. One of the tiny kits were holding down another one. Tigerlily didn't notice that they were playing around at first. So she went to go after them, but she tripped over her own raven and into one of the dens. She yelped in surprise and pain. Brambles dug into her skin under her fur as she struggled. She was shocked and wasn't exactly sure what had just happened.
|
[/color][/sup][bg=adbaca][atrb=width,469,true] [atrb=border,0,true][/td][/tr][/table][/size][/font] |
|
