Post by Sleetfoot on Jun 5, 2011 22:11:33 GMT -5
It was that time again...Sleetfoot padded from his den and then the camp as he made his way to the surrounding land. He sighed as his paws slipped into the last bits of snow. He could feel it in his bones and his fur. The snow was melting.
He raced through the cold snow that still covered the ground. Once he found a particularly deep patch he laid down and rolled over, letting the cold water seep into his short fur.
Unlike his Clanmates, he was in love with the snow. He felt it was the best way to hunt, without a doubt. The snow masked not only the sound of padding footsteps, but the scent of the hunter as well. the only real drawback was that most creatures burrowed during that time of the year, but it didn't take much training to find their homes and dig them up.
Alas, not even he could fight Mother Nature and her turning seasons. Sleetfoot rolled over and saw the bright head of a daisy pushing through a thin patch of snow. He brushed back the white fluff to give the flower a chance to breath.
Life was beautiful.
He raced through the cold snow that still covered the ground. Once he found a particularly deep patch he laid down and rolled over, letting the cold water seep into his short fur.
Unlike his Clanmates, he was in love with the snow. He felt it was the best way to hunt, without a doubt. The snow masked not only the sound of padding footsteps, but the scent of the hunter as well. the only real drawback was that most creatures burrowed during that time of the year, but it didn't take much training to find their homes and dig them up.
Alas, not even he could fight Mother Nature and her turning seasons. Sleetfoot rolled over and saw the bright head of a daisy pushing through a thin patch of snow. He brushed back the white fluff to give the flower a chance to breath.
Life was beautiful.
