[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by bad company

{ @Nighty }
Larkmark was out hunting the territory, his mind on that alone. his white pelt was able to blend easy in the tall grass, and the black markings added as an extra camouflage. Slowly he stalked a plump, new-leaf rabbit. A perfect specimen he could bring back to the clan for his mother. Narrowing his eyes, he made an attempt and lundged forward at the rabbit, and instantly it became a chase. He ran, gaining on the rabbit with ease as he focused, maw agape to help endurance, strides long and effortless. The rabbit was going to wear out before he did. And that was exactly what happened. And soon, he lunged and grabbed the flailing rabbit before he pressed a paw to it's body and bit it's neck and waited until it fell limp.

He lifted his head and smiled at his work. A wonderful catch, he complimented himself. His mother was going to enjoy this. He dropped it and licked his paw, and then turned his head to lick his flank, grooming his silky fur. Amber eyes gently closed and ears flicking and searching like sonars for sound and movement.

The cream colored she cat was able to watch, interupted in her own walk. She had kits to attend to, she knew that, but sometimes a queen needed to just get out of camp and relax, take a break and let their mind roam around. She loved not having to always focus on her kits. Sure she loved them, but she needed her alone time as well. She was interupted though by the streaking blur of a white warrior streaking after his catch. Her interest was perked and she followed him at a brisk pace.

She came up behind him once the kill was done. She cracked a small smile as she gazed at the seemingly solid white cat's backside. "Lovely catch." she mewed simply, stepping forwards out of the reeds, her cream fur melting into the surounding grass. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with interest. She was always up for a new friend.