Post by Blackwood on Feb 17, 2007 16:07:37 GMT -5
Prowling among the tall grasses, nearly hidden, the tom made his way forward. Each pawstep made the black-furred feline sink a bit into the damp earth, its cool touch soothing his mind. Not that said mind needed much soothing; little was truly rambling amongst his thoughts, fighting to escape. Soothing Blackwood was just about as simple as calming down a boulder. Calming the tom was rarely an issue, unless he happened to be in a skirmish of some sort.
Another pawstep carried the Medicine Cat into a small break in the vegetation. The setting sun took this opportunity to glare down upon the previously concealed tom, its fading light blaring onto Blackwood’s blind side. For a moment, the tom remained where he was, both blue and gold eyes closed, allowing the warmth to seep into his thick coat. Content that enough heat had been trapped, the tom continued on his short expedition, weaving his way through the trail paved by the pawsteps of many cats before him.
As his sense of smell was quite strong for a cat--at least one of his senses weren’t disabled in some way--the moment the slight wind altered its direction, Blackwood knew that a mouse was nearby. Mouse bile, the tom thought absently, his body lowering itself to the ground. Flexing his long, black claws, he waited to see from which direction the mouse was. Swiveling his good ear in that direction, he confirmed its location. Shifting his weight slightly, the tom crept forward, inhaling frequently to keep the scent.
Then… there. Right in front of him, snuffling about in a small cluster of weeds that had grown. Without paying these any mind, Blackwood leapt forward. The mouse didn’t even see him coming.
It didn’t have to.
Cursing his eyesight, Blackwood sailed above the cluster of weeds, landing less than gracefully at least a foxlength away from his target. As always, his depth perception messed him up. One would think that he would have gotten used to that aspect of his disability, though that was something that would never go away. With quick movements, Blackwood maneuvered himself back around the cluster, searching for his prey.
The mouse, however, had moved on, burrowing itself somewhere in the denser part of the grasses. The stupid thing must have felt--and heard--his landing. Twitching his deaf ear with something that may have been irritation, Blackwood finally set his attention on the cluster that had sheltered that lucky rodent. The plants themselves may or may not have been helpful, but attached to them were several spider-webs, home to several small--probably newborn--arachnids. Strange, given the season, but Blackwood didn’t give that a second thought.
He had been out searching for some sort of herb. None had really been the target of this particular outing; Blackwood had merely felt like moving around a bit. Turning a bit, the tom brought his tail over to the webs and wrapped them loosely onto his tail, spiders and all. Even if he didn’t need the webs for injuries right away, having a few non-venomous spiders around to provide more webs could be helpful.
Another pawstep carried the Medicine Cat into a small break in the vegetation. The setting sun took this opportunity to glare down upon the previously concealed tom, its fading light blaring onto Blackwood’s blind side. For a moment, the tom remained where he was, both blue and gold eyes closed, allowing the warmth to seep into his thick coat. Content that enough heat had been trapped, the tom continued on his short expedition, weaving his way through the trail paved by the pawsteps of many cats before him.
As his sense of smell was quite strong for a cat--at least one of his senses weren’t disabled in some way--the moment the slight wind altered its direction, Blackwood knew that a mouse was nearby. Mouse bile, the tom thought absently, his body lowering itself to the ground. Flexing his long, black claws, he waited to see from which direction the mouse was. Swiveling his good ear in that direction, he confirmed its location. Shifting his weight slightly, the tom crept forward, inhaling frequently to keep the scent.
Then… there. Right in front of him, snuffling about in a small cluster of weeds that had grown. Without paying these any mind, Blackwood leapt forward. The mouse didn’t even see him coming.
It didn’t have to.
Cursing his eyesight, Blackwood sailed above the cluster of weeds, landing less than gracefully at least a foxlength away from his target. As always, his depth perception messed him up. One would think that he would have gotten used to that aspect of his disability, though that was something that would never go away. With quick movements, Blackwood maneuvered himself back around the cluster, searching for his prey.
The mouse, however, had moved on, burrowing itself somewhere in the denser part of the grasses. The stupid thing must have felt--and heard--his landing. Twitching his deaf ear with something that may have been irritation, Blackwood finally set his attention on the cluster that had sheltered that lucky rodent. The plants themselves may or may not have been helpful, but attached to them were several spider-webs, home to several small--probably newborn--arachnids. Strange, given the season, but Blackwood didn’t give that a second thought.
He had been out searching for some sort of herb. None had really been the target of this particular outing; Blackwood had merely felt like moving around a bit. Turning a bit, the tom brought his tail over to the webs and wrapped them loosely onto his tail, spiders and all. Even if he didn’t need the webs for injuries right away, having a few non-venomous spiders around to provide more webs could be helpful.