Post by swifttail on Sept 2, 2007 18:50:23 GMT -5
Glyder had her head in her paws a she lay in the center of camp. It was late at night, and cats were sleeping. The kits left into the nursery already, but she hadn't. "I am tired of being a kit, I am 7 moons for finches sake! I am not returning to the nursery, ever again." Glyder meowed in a mockish tone. The she cat sat up, "I wish I had something to taunt..." The she-cat scuffed up some dirt, and the dust went in her face. Glder sneezed four times.
When the smoke finally cleared, she saw a birds wing. At first she thought how sloppy the cat would have been from not throughing in in the pile, but, then her expression brightened as she saw it as a play thing. Glyder scooped it up in her jaws and shook it, "Take that filth!" The she-cat threw the bird's wing in the air and caught it with her front paws and fell back on her back. She used her back claws to repeatedly rake the birds wing. She threw it in the air again and hit it with her back paw. It went flying out of the camp entrance. Glyder went running after it, but haulted at the edge of camp. The birds wing was just a few feet away. Glyder glared behind her, and thankfully no one was behind her. She crouched down low, and inched over to the bird wing. Glyder snached it up and pelted back to the entrace.
"He-hey, that was kind of... FUN!" Again, she threw the wing up in the air and kicked the wing out of camp and retreved it. She kept repeating this, every time, the wing went farther, and farther out. Finally, she stayed out there, un afraid of the darkness of the forest. She kept playing with her wing.
When the smoke finally cleared, she saw a birds wing. At first she thought how sloppy the cat would have been from not throughing in in the pile, but, then her expression brightened as she saw it as a play thing. Glyder scooped it up in her jaws and shook it, "Take that filth!" The she-cat threw the bird's wing in the air and caught it with her front paws and fell back on her back. She used her back claws to repeatedly rake the birds wing. She threw it in the air again and hit it with her back paw. It went flying out of the camp entrance. Glyder went running after it, but haulted at the edge of camp. The birds wing was just a few feet away. Glyder glared behind her, and thankfully no one was behind her. She crouched down low, and inched over to the bird wing. Glyder snached it up and pelted back to the entrace.
"He-hey, that was kind of... FUN!" Again, she threw the wing up in the air and kicked the wing out of camp and retreved it. She kept repeating this, every time, the wing went farther, and farther out. Finally, she stayed out there, un afraid of the darkness of the forest. She kept playing with her wing.
