Post by cressfur on Jul 29, 2012 2:52:53 GMT -5
 | cressfur WORDS: 431 TO: FOXSTAR NOTES: n/a STATUS: finished |
ever since cressfur was a small kitten, led around the territory by his mentor, he had wondered about the horseplace. he remembered the first time he had come (an interesting experience - not his best memory, but one that he fondly looked back on, as it was the point that his curiosity had awakened). his mentor had looked on, amused, as the tiny brown-and-white apprentice slithered under the barrier and traipsed through the pasture only to sink, two fox-lengths past the fence, into a brown mud-like substance he now knew to be the dung of the colossal creatures that inhabited the field. now, intrigued by these creatures, cressfur managed to find a time for visiting the horseplace at least once a week, however busy he was.
so, slithering under the fence once more, the brown-and-white tom carefully approached the creatures. they stood lazily, long grass-like tails flicking back and forth as they stared around, dark dumb eyes glistening, some bending to sniff the ground (at least that's what he presumed they did. he heard some cats believed they ate grass, but that was impossible. no animal could survive on grass. they probably ate mice or rabbits like any other animals, though he could see no claws on them.) he did not fear the great animals as others did, as he didn't have the sense to be afraid. some said that the animals, called 'horses', could eat cats. cressfur didn't believe it, and his theory was reinforced, because never before in his visits had one of these horses bent in a hunting crouch, trying to kill him.
it made him wonder if mice and rabbits had clans to, and if they had their own kind of starclan, but then he scoffed at himself. mice and rabbits and birds and fish and dogs and horses all had the same kind of eyes - black, beady eyes. dumb eyes. you could always tell if animal was sophisticated enough to think by its eyes.
however, this time, something happened that had never ever happened before. as cressfur crept closer and closer, to almost right beside a horse's back leg, he watched as the horse turned. perhaps he imagined the flicker of alarm in its face, but suddenly he was flying, far, far across the pasture, over the fence and back into his territory. being a cat, the warrior landed on his paws with no significant wound except for what was no doubt going to become a deep purple bruise on his chest and the sinking feeling that perhaps these immense creatures did feed on cats after all.
so, slithering under the fence once more, the brown-and-white tom carefully approached the creatures. they stood lazily, long grass-like tails flicking back and forth as they stared around, dark dumb eyes glistening, some bending to sniff the ground (at least that's what he presumed they did. he heard some cats believed they ate grass, but that was impossible. no animal could survive on grass. they probably ate mice or rabbits like any other animals, though he could see no claws on them.) he did not fear the great animals as others did, as he didn't have the sense to be afraid. some said that the animals, called 'horses', could eat cats. cressfur didn't believe it, and his theory was reinforced, because never before in his visits had one of these horses bent in a hunting crouch, trying to kill him.
it made him wonder if mice and rabbits had clans to, and if they had their own kind of starclan, but then he scoffed at himself. mice and rabbits and birds and fish and dogs and horses all had the same kind of eyes - black, beady eyes. dumb eyes. you could always tell if animal was sophisticated enough to think by its eyes.
however, this time, something happened that had never ever happened before. as cressfur crept closer and closer, to almost right beside a horse's back leg, he watched as the horse turned. perhaps he imagined the flicker of alarm in its face, but suddenly he was flying, far, far across the pasture, over the fence and back into his territory. being a cat, the warrior landed on his paws with no significant wound except for what was no doubt going to become a deep purple bruise on his chest and the sinking feeling that perhaps these immense creatures did feed on cats after all.