Post by Batpaw on Jan 6, 2015 0:39:27 GMT -6
Batkit gingerly poked his head in the elders den, looking around for one of the retired warriors, or whatever the had lived as before settling in the well-kept den. In truth Batkit had never been to the den, or talking with any of the elders before, gaining all information about their famous stories secondhand.
The charcoal colored tom took a careful step forward, keeping his muzzle high as to avoid dropping the piece of prey that dangled his jaws. When the clans apprentices had appeared reluctant to take their kill from this mornings patrol to the elders Batkit had happily taken their place, grabbing a plump field mouse that one of the warriors happened to catch. I wonder where everyone is? Batkit thought, his vision still a little blurred as it adjusted to the significantly dimmer light of the den.
The charcoal colored tom took a careful step forward, keeping his muzzle high as to avoid dropping the piece of prey that dangled his jaws. When the clans apprentices had appeared reluctant to take their kill from this mornings patrol to the elders Batkit had happily taken their place, grabbing a plump field mouse that one of the warriors happened to catch. I wonder where everyone is? Batkit thought, his vision still a little blurred as it adjusted to the significantly dimmer light of the den.