Post by Tigerwing on Sept 29, 2012 17:20:18 GMT -7
(I bet all of you have no idea where that Title came from.)
Tigerwing dipped her head under a fallen branch covered in moss. It barely skimmed her head but she barely noticed. Her dark ginger tabby form brushed against them as she entered the Streamclan camp. She came to a halt and sat next to a boulder by herself. Her tail flicked, her maw opening into a yawn.
Her eyes bore into the different she-cats that went in and out of Falconwing's den for a period of quick short moments. And she briefly wondered if there was something going on between any of them. But she stabbed the idea quickly in the heart. It was an idea that would make a empty-headed squirrel scoff at her stupidity.
Of course you would think that, Tigerwing. She thought to herself. she wasn't sure what she thought of Falconwing. She probably did have feelings for him but she wasn't sure if those emotions were positive or negative yet.
She twiddled her non-existent thumbs.
She sighed, lifting up her long ginger tail. And with a bored expression, began picking through the fresh-kill pile. Not a finch nor a thrush... Ooh, look a magpie. Tigerwing lifted up the bird, staring at it dubiously.
With some effort, she sank her jaws into the prey's little body, relishing the sense of luke-warm meat on her tongue, fresh and crisp. She licked her lips, wondering if anybody was watching her. Suddenly, self-conscious, she licked her mouth, half-sure that she had something stuck to her whisker. But of course there wasn't anything.
The deputy sank into a pool of oblivion, minion to the Slenderman and slave to his plots forever.
Tigerwing dipped her head under a fallen branch covered in moss. It barely skimmed her head but she barely noticed. Her dark ginger tabby form brushed against them as she entered the Streamclan camp. She came to a halt and sat next to a boulder by herself. Her tail flicked, her maw opening into a yawn.
Her eyes bore into the different she-cats that went in and out of Falconwing's den for a period of quick short moments. And she briefly wondered if there was something going on between any of them. But she stabbed the idea quickly in the heart. It was an idea that would make a empty-headed squirrel scoff at her stupidity.
Of course you would think that, Tigerwing. She thought to herself. she wasn't sure what she thought of Falconwing. She probably did have feelings for him but she wasn't sure if those emotions were positive or negative yet.
She twiddled her non-existent thumbs.
She sighed, lifting up her long ginger tail. And with a bored expression, began picking through the fresh-kill pile. Not a finch nor a thrush... Ooh, look a magpie. Tigerwing lifted up the bird, staring at it dubiously.
With some effort, she sank her jaws into the prey's little body, relishing the sense of luke-warm meat on her tongue, fresh and crisp. She licked her lips, wondering if anybody was watching her. Suddenly, self-conscious, she licked her mouth, half-sure that she had something stuck to her whisker. But of course there wasn't anything.
The deputy sank into a pool of oblivion, minion to the Slenderman and slave to his plots forever.