dancing in two steps / open Aug 12, 2015 9:21:57 GMT
Post by Braid on Aug 12, 2015 9:21:57 GMT
There was an alertness to the forest, and living breathing air that swelled between the trunks and rose up high into the morning air. A thin mist continued to linger between the old trees, thickest just before the undergrowth. Yet, even in conditions of little visibility, Tinyberry had no hesitations about venturing out into the cold. The morning dew clung to her short pelt, bright amber eyes scanning the undergrowth with the utmost determination. After all, with one unsuccessful day of hunting behind her, where everything seemed to escape her paws, she was determined to make up for it.
Not far above, in one of the low-hanging branches, a sparrow chirped, it's fluttering just visible from the ground. it was enough to make the she-cat pause, and narrow her eyes. She couldn't say she'd even caught a bird since her warrior ceremony. Yet... there it was. Just waiting. She supposed it would be good to show Lyrefur that his training hadn't been forgotten immediately. Tinyberry's eyes darted to the tree trunk, before to the bird. If she was bigger, it may have been a leap she could make, but, with her size the way it was, well. Nothing was happening. It was time for a different approach.
Edging around to the other side of the trunk, she took no time to dart up the trunk, claws gripping the bark as she pulled herself onto a nearby branch. From a peek through the mist, she could see the creature at hand. The warrior's tongue drew over her lips as she judged the distance between branches. The leap itself took no effort, paws kicking against the wood as she launched the small distance. Yet, the exact strength of the branch she was going for was something the she-cat forgot to consider. No sooner did she hit it, than the whole thing bend, the bird darting up with an alarm chirp. Tinyberry's paws immediately slipped. With all claws and wide eyes, she wrapped her paws around the branch as it bent, lower than possible.
The little warrior, despite the squeak she gave, squeezed her eyes shut, but stayed clinging to it, even as she was sure there were pieces of fern brushing her face. The branch creaked somewhat uncomfortably with the weight. Trees were out to get her, Tinyberry was sure.