Post by Agii♫ on Nov 3, 2007 20:39:23 GMT -5
It had taken him no more than a quarter of the day to fully complete his hunting, and upon trotting back, his troubles seemed well paid. Indeed he had no troubles at all; it was a mere work-out for him, and the usual hunting attributes of his exotic ancestery made it all but more easy.
Trotting into the heart of camp, the golden feline moved in with elegant steps, immensely long legs and muscles tightened slightly from the excersize he had just endured. Eagledance held within his ivory jaws one raven, and two pigeons. Indeed he had two more back beneath the thick underbrush of drying ferns, withering from Leaf-Fall but still fanned-out enough to cover two fair birds. What a surprise, no?
He laid the two down, immediately skirting the two feathered creatures over to check if he had counted correctly, and to his great relief, he had. The foreign warrior turned, and picking up his small lithe paws, swiftly padded back with his exotic and ghastily-graceful steps towards the ferns that covered the rest of his kill.
Placing the other two birds into the fresh-kill pile, Eagledance eyed them over with fascinated curiosity. These pigeons and black birds were much different than the ones he usually hunted in his Birth Clan. They were much smaller, where before he would only be able to fit in two in his jaws, and here he could fit in three.
Trotting into the heart of camp, the golden feline moved in with elegant steps, immensely long legs and muscles tightened slightly from the excersize he had just endured. Eagledance held within his ivory jaws one raven, and two pigeons. Indeed he had two more back beneath the thick underbrush of drying ferns, withering from Leaf-Fall but still fanned-out enough to cover two fair birds. What a surprise, no?
He laid the two down, immediately skirting the two feathered creatures over to check if he had counted correctly, and to his great relief, he had. The foreign warrior turned, and picking up his small lithe paws, swiftly padded back with his exotic and ghastily-graceful steps towards the ferns that covered the rest of his kill.
Placing the other two birds into the fresh-kill pile, Eagledance eyed them over with fascinated curiosity. These pigeons and black birds were much different than the ones he usually hunted in his Birth Clan. They were much smaller, where before he would only be able to fit in two in his jaws, and here he could fit in three.