BRIGHTNOSE ── skyclan | warrior
Brightnose leaves camp early today, just as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. Morning dew still clings to the grass underpaw, but Brightnose pays no mind to the dampness of the ground, instead keeping her eyes flitting between the treetops as she passes them by.
Leaves have just started to change color, and the morning air is a bit nippy - the first signs of Leaf-fall are here, and it won't be long before Leaf-bare closes in on the forest. There's no shortage of prey here, not yet, but Brightnose knows there will be soon. So she'll challenge herself now. Sharpen her skills. She'll need it if she wants to feed her Clan in the coming moons.
A particular sound causes Brightnose's ear to twitch, and her head swivels to look at its source: a woodpecker, a bird that's rarely sighted in the territory and even more rarely sighted in the fresh-kill pile. Perfect, she thinks, crouching low to the ground. Now this was a challenge - even for her.
Her now-wet paws fall silently against the forest floor as she creeps ever closer to the bird, the knock, knock, knock of its beak against the tree piercing through the air. Raising her hackles, Brightnose prepares to jump...
The sound of claws against bark and flapping wings meet her ears as she falls several inches short of the bird, scaring it away. Her whiskers twitch with frustration as she watches it disappear into the sky, and her claws tear into the earth, ripping up a chunk of grass. It's fine, she reassures herself. I'll try again...
Leaves have just started to change color, and the morning air is a bit nippy - the first signs of Leaf-fall are here, and it won't be long before Leaf-bare closes in on the forest. There's no shortage of prey here, not yet, but Brightnose knows there will be soon. So she'll challenge herself now. Sharpen her skills. She'll need it if she wants to feed her Clan in the coming moons.
A particular sound causes Brightnose's ear to twitch, and her head swivels to look at its source: a woodpecker, a bird that's rarely sighted in the territory and even more rarely sighted in the fresh-kill pile. Perfect, she thinks, crouching low to the ground. Now this was a challenge - even for her.
Her now-wet paws fall silently against the forest floor as she creeps ever closer to the bird, the knock, knock, knock of its beak against the tree piercing through the air. Raising her hackles, Brightnose prepares to jump...
The sound of claws against bark and flapping wings meet her ears as she falls several inches short of the bird, scaring it away. Her whiskers twitch with frustration as she watches it disappear into the sky, and her claws tear into the earth, ripping up a chunk of grass. It's fine, she reassures herself. I'll try again...
now i will tell you what i've done for you
- ooc: rolled a 9 :') [d20]
- "speaking" | thinking | action