dare to approach (elise)

[tippa]

The wheat suddenly cut off, ending in a sharp line. The grass across the small plane waved in sync with the tall wheat, swaying in the breeze like a dance. A small ginger-and-white- she-cat crouched at the brink of the wheat, her palette slightly thirsty as she heard the rushing of the small stream close by. She knew that if she ventured closer to the stream, risks of encountering a border patrol were higher. But if luck was on her side, the dawn patrol would have already passed by. The sun was well and truly up, but it would be a while before the sunhigh patrol even departed Brookclan camp.

She padded across the grassy plain now, her confidence growing bolder as she realised it came to a fight, she could turn and sprint to the wheat field. Even if Brookclan cat's were like large fish, they didn't have the skill and stealth of weaving through the crop of wheat. Foxfur reached the edge now, her blue eyes twinkling as she crouched beside the stream. The shore was pebbly and the stream was running reasonably low today. But the calm and quiet rushing noise was soothing, and after Foxfur had quenched her thirst, she turned and sat a small way away from the shore.

She began to groom herself, her soft white paw's slightly dirty from the short walk to the stream. She licked them, before drawing them over her face and ear's a few times. She finsied grooming herself, her eyes still open as she lay and relxed in the sun. She looked over towards Boulderclan territory, a deep sigh emmiting her. Suddenly, she switched into alert. A small sound had come from the opposite bank, like a twig and branch snapping. She didn't make any sign that she had heard, but her eyes were closed, barely. She scanned the bank, ready to leap from her rock if the moment came.

occ: hope its ok!

[!!elissebear]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/lion2.png] The ground was cold; the leaves had turned color and fallen, rolling acrossed the ground and landing in patches of snow that still touched the ground. I lifted my nose to that breeze, drawing in drag after drag of the scents that played there. It was a warmer day, but the bite of winter had just begun to fade from the lands. A shiver raced acrossed my spine. I hated the cold, wet seasons. Sure, I didn’t mind jumping into the river now and again, but no one liked winter. My fluff coated tail lashed from side to side for a moment. My temper cooled though and I continued one my way. I wasn’t really out here to hunt. I was patrolling, making sure that no one that shouldn’t be here, was kept out. My limbs picked up to a trot, head low and body ready for just about anything. I drew in quick breath after quick breath, trying to keep each scent cataloged in my mind. That was about the time I realized that one of these scents was off. We had an outsider close to our territory. I snarled the sound a low rumble in my throat as I shot forward with a quick burst of speed. Muscles bunched and curled under my coat. They would regret this. Thump, thump, thump. The beat of my paws against the ground echoed the thrum of my heart in my chest. I would not let this feline get away with this. I shoved through bushes, fallen leaves and several other things. I didn’t care that I was sending prey flying to the wind. Teeth bared as I took a sharp turn, nearly running into a tree with the harshness of the turn. I broke from the brush and glared acrossed the bank. I saw the cat. That stupid cat. Why did they have to come so close? It put the whole clan on edge and I wasn’t one to pick a fight if I could avoid it. My long, lush tail lashed this way and that as I locked summer sky hued eyes on the feline. I opened my mouth, jaws only just showing the tips of my fangs as I drew in the scent acrossed the way. It was a she-cat! Why did they always have to decide to be warriors? It was pointless. More than half of them couldn’t keep up with a tom no matter how hard they tried. Ears pinned flat and sat in the most graceful of manners to watch her. “I see you over there, she-cat.” The words were a low drawl, but loud enough to carry over to her. I was sure that from here and with all my thick coat that she couldn’t see how skinny I was. Sure, pray was coming back, but still. It would take awhile for Brookclan to build up their weight and become the strong warriors we were known for being. My tail flicked from side to side, coming to warp lightly around my paws. Those lapis lazuli eyes never left the she-cat. I was no fool. She was alone, so she was hunting. No warrior went on patrol alone. She was doing the same thing I had been. Looking for food to feed the clan. Well, she would find none this way. Either this she-cat would move out or we would have a fight on our hands. I ignore the dizzy feeling behind my eyes. I wasn’t going to let my lack of feeding affect me now. I need to take care of the clan before I took care of myself and that meant making sure this one moved on. speaking word count -- 613 tag -- Foxfur/Tippa comments -- muse good

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[tippa]

occ: her table will be completed soon, so I will delay this until its done if that is ok? It's next on fae's list

[!!elissebear]

That's fine. ^.^