Post by {.dancer.} on Apr 28, 2008 19:03:33 GMT -6
Arcticfeather was sitting at the edge of the clearing, watching the sun's rays fade. The darkness cascaded over everything, bringing her safety. She could walk freely throughout the trees at night, though she was a bit wary of clearings. If StarClan saw a spirit-cat walking among the Clans, they would become suspicious...
Shaking away her thoughts, the she-cat stood, and stretched. Her ice-blue eyes found Brightstar, who was speaking with her warriors. Creeping forward, towards the very edge of the camp, Arcticfeather heard the leader say,
"Morningdove, would you lead the dawn patrol? Take whoever you like, but tell them before dawn. You don't want to make them annoyed with you by waking them up at the crack of dawn." Leader and warrior laughed.
"Sure, Brightstar," Morningdove, the warrior, replied. "Well, see you."
As soon as Morningdove was safely in the warrior's den, Arcticfeather entered the camp. She made her way over to the leader, slowly. A glint of laughter gleamed in the DemonClan cat's eyes. She was enjoying the hunt.
"Brightstar," Arcticfeather hissed.
The white leader jumped. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice wary.
"Me," Arcticfeather replied, and then jumped into Brightstar's body.
The confusion she had caused gave Arcticfeather the advantage of a few seconds. But sometimes, a few seconds is enough to gain the upper hand. By the time Brightstar realized that there was another being in her body, Arcticfeather had already established a strong hold. Now, Brightstar could only fight weakly against her demon opponent.
"Now, now," Arcticfeather murmured, "This won't do. Run off to somewhere else, Brightstar." With a last mental shove, Arcticfeather tossed the leader out of her own body.
Blinking open the white cat's eyes, Arcticfeather suddenly was filled with a rush of joy. For the first time in a long time, she could truly smell the forest scents. Time had subtly changed the Clan scent, but it was still TreeClan. She could smell the earthy scent of fresh-kill... Fresh-kill! Arcticfeather dashed over to it, stumbling a bit. Her new body was different, certainly.
The mouse that she dug her teeth into teemed with flavor. After devouring the prey, Arcticfeather stretched, wondering what she should do.
Shaking away her thoughts, the she-cat stood, and stretched. Her ice-blue eyes found Brightstar, who was speaking with her warriors. Creeping forward, towards the very edge of the camp, Arcticfeather heard the leader say,
"Morningdove, would you lead the dawn patrol? Take whoever you like, but tell them before dawn. You don't want to make them annoyed with you by waking them up at the crack of dawn." Leader and warrior laughed.
"Sure, Brightstar," Morningdove, the warrior, replied. "Well, see you."
As soon as Morningdove was safely in the warrior's den, Arcticfeather entered the camp. She made her way over to the leader, slowly. A glint of laughter gleamed in the DemonClan cat's eyes. She was enjoying the hunt.
"Brightstar," Arcticfeather hissed.
The white leader jumped. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice wary.
"Me," Arcticfeather replied, and then jumped into Brightstar's body.
The confusion she had caused gave Arcticfeather the advantage of a few seconds. But sometimes, a few seconds is enough to gain the upper hand. By the time Brightstar realized that there was another being in her body, Arcticfeather had already established a strong hold. Now, Brightstar could only fight weakly against her demon opponent.
"Now, now," Arcticfeather murmured, "This won't do. Run off to somewhere else, Brightstar." With a last mental shove, Arcticfeather tossed the leader out of her own body.
Blinking open the white cat's eyes, Arcticfeather suddenly was filled with a rush of joy. For the first time in a long time, she could truly smell the forest scents. Time had subtly changed the Clan scent, but it was still TreeClan. She could smell the earthy scent of fresh-kill... Fresh-kill! Arcticfeather dashed over to it, stumbling a bit. Her new body was different, certainly.
The mouse that she dug her teeth into teemed with flavor. After devouring the prey, Arcticfeather stretched, wondering what she should do.
