Post by Taxx on May 19, 2018 2:28:55 GMT
Not many in Soror really appreciated the beauty of nature- that, Spark was sure, was something the cats of Viridity or Patria considered. Sororians were more focused on simple survival, in the thrill of the hunt or the challenge of battle. She could understand that, after all, considering she felt the same way. But watching the sun rise and set was a ritual Spark had begun just after she’d begun training, and she’d never missed one when she could help it.
Which meant, as the dim light of dawn bloomed into true day, the rising sun seeming to set the sky on fire with reds and deep oranges to rival her own fur, Spark was in her usual spot, on the crest of a cliff, watching in rapt adoration the changes in color the sky went through before settling on the blue of another cloudless day. Only then did she rise, turn away from the edge, and head back to the ravine.
One easy catch later, the golden-spotted she-cat paced into Soror’s camp, her gaze scanning the clearing before settling on Rusty. She trotted toward him, rabbit swinging from her jaws, and dropped the prey at his feet. “Hungry?” she asked him, eyes narrowing in a taunt. “Or have you satisfied yourself by demolishing the prey pile?”
A sideways glance at the small pile, leftovers from the previous day, before flicking her tail. “No, it’s still there, so you must not have got to it yet. I know this is a tiny meal for your belly,” and she poked him with a purr of laughter, “but it should tide you over until you can take a break from your busy schedule to eat again.”
Which meant, as the dim light of dawn bloomed into true day, the rising sun seeming to set the sky on fire with reds and deep oranges to rival her own fur, Spark was in her usual spot, on the crest of a cliff, watching in rapt adoration the changes in color the sky went through before settling on the blue of another cloudless day. Only then did she rise, turn away from the edge, and head back to the ravine.
One easy catch later, the golden-spotted she-cat paced into Soror’s camp, her gaze scanning the clearing before settling on Rusty. She trotted toward him, rabbit swinging from her jaws, and dropped the prey at his feet. “Hungry?” she asked him, eyes narrowing in a taunt. “Or have you satisfied yourself by demolishing the prey pile?”
A sideways glance at the small pile, leftovers from the previous day, before flicking her tail. “No, it’s still there, so you must not have got to it yet. I know this is a tiny meal for your belly,” and she poked him with a purr of laughter, “but it should tide you over until you can take a break from your busy schedule to eat again.”
