Post by Snickerdoodle on Mar 27, 2008 9:14:10 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Frostpaw padded among the preyrocks. She had just come from the Great oak. Frostpaw was so bored. The weather was getting warmer and she was eagerly awaiting spring. She loved to hunt the plentiful prey, climb trees, run through the forest, play by the river, and train with her mentor in the grass, or in the ferns. But right now she was bored out of her mind. So she was hunting. Twitching her ears she caught the sound of prey rustling on the rocks. Creeping forward she saw a squirrel nibbling away at an acorn. 'maybe I can catch it.'she thought. She knew she didint stand a chance but still, it would be more fun than sitting around. Frostpaw crept forward. She was downwind so she knew the squirrel couldnt smell her. She crept forward slowly. Just then the squirrely looked up, alarmed. Frostpaw dashed forward, streaking across the rocks, claws outstretched. But she was too late. The squirrel raced up a tree and sat there scolding her. "Mousdung!" she spat. She looked around, studying her soroundings.A chill wnet up her spine and her fur stood on end. Something had startled the squirrel. What was it?[/glow]
