Post by Skypaw on Aug 2, 2017 10:23:06 GMT -6
Skypaw wasn't lost.
No, he had just been hit by a slight navigation error. A wrong left here, a right turn when he should've kept straight, had left him in the middle of a strange bit of Twoleg land where big, ominous shapes loomed over him. The small tom dipped further down on his fuzzy little white-socked legs and padded gently forward, his tail leaving a light trace behind him. On top of all of this, wisps of fog were billowing through his whiskers, making it even harder for him to place himself.
The damp grass stuck unpleasantly to his paws, so his gait was complimented by a strange, flicking motion every time he lifted his paw. Scents of shrew drifted over his path, tantalizing and seductive, but he was so disoriented and so on-edge there was no way he would be able to catch one.
He padded, unsurely, forward, until his ears perked against the telltale swish of a cat's movements. Bolting instantly forward, through the fog, he sought refuge under the shadow of one of those strange shapes. No point in hiding now, though, the racket of his little race forward was so loud that even if the other cat didn't know he was there, they did now.
"Wh-who's there?" he meowed, voice wavering.
Not the bravest confrontation.
Kitepaw
No, he had just been hit by a slight navigation error. A wrong left here, a right turn when he should've kept straight, had left him in the middle of a strange bit of Twoleg land where big, ominous shapes loomed over him. The small tom dipped further down on his fuzzy little white-socked legs and padded gently forward, his tail leaving a light trace behind him. On top of all of this, wisps of fog were billowing through his whiskers, making it even harder for him to place himself.
The damp grass stuck unpleasantly to his paws, so his gait was complimented by a strange, flicking motion every time he lifted his paw. Scents of shrew drifted over his path, tantalizing and seductive, but he was so disoriented and so on-edge there was no way he would be able to catch one.
He padded, unsurely, forward, until his ears perked against the telltale swish of a cat's movements. Bolting instantly forward, through the fog, he sought refuge under the shadow of one of those strange shapes. No point in hiding now, though, the racket of his little race forward was so loud that even if the other cat didn't know he was there, they did now.
"Wh-who's there?" he meowed, voice wavering.
Not the bravest confrontation.
Kitepaw
