Post by Fallingmoon on Feb 15, 2009 17:09:10 GMT
A white cat with ginger ears and tail swept along a fence. The weak sun shone frostily on her, barley getting through her thick pelt to warm her. The scents and sounds of the forest rattled in her head and she drove onward to finish her daily round. A bird twittered and dove onto the ground in front of where she stood in the snow. She crouched immediately, thinking about how rare a bird would show in in winter, and how it was even rarer for it to go into her garden. She tensed, then slowly moved forward with smooth quite whispers of her feet on the snow. Pricking her ginger ears she wriggled her hunches then sprang. Snow shuffled and crunched where she had been a heart-beat before, scattering a couple leaves that had landed there.
Then bird spun it's head around but before it could unfold it's wings, she pounced, crunching the backbone of the bird. She purred and smoothed the feathers on the bird's back and head before picking it up. Thinking about how lucky she was, she skipped out into her favorite spot below a young pine tree. The little tree was about three times bigger than her so it provided more shade and shelter than if it was smaller. Setting the gray bird down in the nettles she trotted inside to tell her parents. Warm air sprayed her face, thawing the ice crystals that dappled it. She stalked into the room, trying not to alarm the sleeping twolegs.
She slipped into the hallway, racing into small room.
"Bell? Is that you?" a voice whispered from a shadowed cat bed.
"Yes mom! I caught something for you to!" Bell chirped but then scanned the room as her eyes adjusted and asked, "Where is father?" Her mother replied soothingly,
"He is out hunting." Then she got up and trotted over to her and congratulated her on her hunt. Bell led her outside to her favorite tree and dug out the bird from under the pine nettles.
Then bird spun it's head around but before it could unfold it's wings, she pounced, crunching the backbone of the bird. She purred and smoothed the feathers on the bird's back and head before picking it up. Thinking about how lucky she was, she skipped out into her favorite spot below a young pine tree. The little tree was about three times bigger than her so it provided more shade and shelter than if it was smaller. Setting the gray bird down in the nettles she trotted inside to tell her parents. Warm air sprayed her face, thawing the ice crystals that dappled it. She stalked into the room, trying not to alarm the sleeping twolegs.
She slipped into the hallway, racing into small room.
"Bell? Is that you?" a voice whispered from a shadowed cat bed.
"Yes mom! I caught something for you to!" Bell chirped but then scanned the room as her eyes adjusted and asked, "Where is father?" Her mother replied soothingly,
"He is out hunting." Then she got up and trotted over to her and congratulated her on her hunt. Bell led her outside to her favorite tree and dug out the bird from under the pine nettles.