Post by ginger on Jun 18, 2009 19:57:37 GMT -5
Sorrelpaw fluffed her spotted tail as she tagged along the rickety Twoleg Bridge. Leary of dogs, her eyes searched for creatures as well as a nice plump fish. The wind brushed her face as thorns clawed at her paw pads, slowing her down. Despite the rough, splinter-filled wood, it was quite nice to come here, to see the fluffy cotton ball clouds in the sky, to hear the swish, swish, swish of a trout plummeting down into the current. Silver figures moved curiously below her in the water, and, interested, the apprentice peeked through a tiny crack to spot...FISH! Excitedly she raced to the end of the bridge and in great joy skimmed the pond with her delicate paw. Nothing, nothing, then something scaly hooked onto her paws. It was slimy, and guess what it was? A fish, a silver adult that had strayed from the school of the others. She swiped hr paw, and thrust it to the dew grass. Instantly she ended its life, and yowled, "Lilypaw! Look what I found!"