Post by Maple on May 16, 2018 2:26:15 GMT
Eagle in tow, Rusty jumped ledge by ledge down the Ravine that the Sororians called home. The ruddy tom had just returned from a hunting patrol. Predators followed his lead each with their own cache of prey. Though he was now the second he would always be a guardian, and that meant going out on patrols with Predators to defend them from the many dangers that lurked in the Sororian Stomping Grounds. An eagle had attempted to attack one of their youngsters that day, but Rusty aided by the Predators had made quick work of it. Now it would be food for all the colony and its feathers would be made into bedding for the kits. It was a good feeling, providing for your colony and keeping them safe. One that Rusty wouldn't trade for the world.With a smile he set his eagle down in the prey crevice. It was so full today that there was barely enough room! The colony had been hunting well this Spring and it showed. Their cats were plump and sleek, healthy as could be. Even he was putting on a bit of extra weight. It was a sign of strength in his opinion. A well fed colony was a strong colony, and the fatter the cat the more power they had behind their punches. They could feed their kits more easily and survive for longer in times of hardship. Weight was a good thing in the stocky tom's humble opinion, and he was happy to see his colonymates carrying more. It made him feel like he was doing his job.He sifted through the pile to find something large. He wanted to share a meal with someone today, so he chose a nice fat hare. Dragging it from the crevice he settled himself comfortably against one of the cliff walls. Before he dug in, he looked around the ravine for any cat who might want to join him.
