Post by Rosepaw on Feb 4, 2013 22:21:01 GMT -5
Pallid yellow orbs made up the gaze that peered over the river's surface. They seemed to glow in the shadow's that Falconclaw stood in. He was a larger Tom with a dark brown pelt that only accentuated the paleness of his eyes. A wind lazily drifted through the forest, rustling its foliage before sweeping down to brush through his thick pelt. It sent a relieving coolness to his skin after his position being in the sun.
Fishing was never something that Falconclaw looked forward to. His heavy fur only absorbed water, and it could take hours of sunbathing and grooming to dry out. Grooming was probably something falconclaw detested, although he didn't have a sloppy appearance, his appearance wasn't one that looked carefully groomed. Fighting, hunting, and defending was much more to his liking then the quiet stillness of Fishing. It was there he could use his size to his advantage, along with his razor claws that he was named for when he became a warrior. A gleam to his eyes came to his eyes as he thought of his warrior ceremony. That was the proudest moment of his life so far. Everything in his warrior life was worth it, even down to the scar that sometimes caused him to be stiff in his back right leg.
Falconclaw focus back on the water as a shadowy figure of a fish came slowly swimming closer to him. One of his massive paws raised up, just out of the waters surface, waiting. In fishing one had to wait for the perfect moment, with the mind to get past the deceptive bending of light that the water provided. The time was right. Slashing down with claws unsheathed he attacked the fish at the same time putting his mouth in the water. A satisfactory taste filled his mouth as he found himself biting the fish right behind the gills on the spine. With blink of his eyes he pulled the still flopping fish out of the water and headed towards the bank. It was a comical sight, his long fur hanging down like a beard around his mouth. The fish tail was repeatably slapping him in the face as he tried to make it back to the shore. How was that thing still alive? It was bigger than he was used to. Hopefully some other warrior would be coming soon to relieve him of fishing duty.
Fishing was never something that Falconclaw looked forward to. His heavy fur only absorbed water, and it could take hours of sunbathing and grooming to dry out. Grooming was probably something falconclaw detested, although he didn't have a sloppy appearance, his appearance wasn't one that looked carefully groomed. Fighting, hunting, and defending was much more to his liking then the quiet stillness of Fishing. It was there he could use his size to his advantage, along with his razor claws that he was named for when he became a warrior. A gleam to his eyes came to his eyes as he thought of his warrior ceremony. That was the proudest moment of his life so far. Everything in his warrior life was worth it, even down to the scar that sometimes caused him to be stiff in his back right leg.
Falconclaw focus back on the water as a shadowy figure of a fish came slowly swimming closer to him. One of his massive paws raised up, just out of the waters surface, waiting. In fishing one had to wait for the perfect moment, with the mind to get past the deceptive bending of light that the water provided. The time was right. Slashing down with claws unsheathed he attacked the fish at the same time putting his mouth in the water. A satisfactory taste filled his mouth as he found himself biting the fish right behind the gills on the spine. With blink of his eyes he pulled the still flopping fish out of the water and headed towards the bank. It was a comical sight, his long fur hanging down like a beard around his mouth. The fish tail was repeatably slapping him in the face as he tried to make it back to the shore. How was that thing still alive? It was bigger than he was used to. Hopefully some other warrior would be coming soon to relieve him of fishing duty.