Post by Kitsani on Mar 2, 2013 18:21:51 GMT -5
The sun beat down in gentle rays, warming the pelt of the dusty-brown tom as he continued along his stroll. Snow still covered the ground in sparse patches, and as Hayden walked he was mildly aware of the tracks that were appearing behind him int he fluffy powder. He paused to glance back at them. That could be a problem, but I'm not sure if I've crossed clan border or not... he shrugged; chances were they'd be gone before any clanners noticed them.
Padding forwards, Hayden reflected upon why he was out here in the first place. Well, he and Hunter had managed to have a good meal yesterday, so that naturally left him in better spirits. And even though his overall mood was dampened by the lack of his twin by his side, Hayden couldn't deny that with these new lands to explore, they'd been splitting up more often. Covering more ground. Finding out exactly where they've been camping out these months on the reserve. The Maine Coon had lists and lists of questions he wanted answered, and he wouldn't find them curled up in their cave or following Hunter as the older twin got into his fights and scuffles. I swear, if he comes home with one more scar...
His thoughts were interrupted by a snap. Yellow-green eyes flickering either way uneasily, the tom drew in a breath of the chilly winter air. He didn’t scent anything, and deeming his jumpy tendencies as nothing other than paranoia, he carried on. Hayden was strong and large for his age, but he couldn’t hope to match the battle tactics of a Clan cat, and it seemed like a better idea simply to keep his identity secret to as many of these wild cats as he could. The more felines knew him and his brother lived here, the more the twins would have to worry about those who didn’t like it. So far the speckled cat had yet to meet anyone who’d openly attack him, but he wouldn’t take his chances. I’ll just keep walking until I find some food to bring home, then maybe it would be better I get away from these areas… he found himself wishing he had been more attentive. Did he cross any borders? He wasn’t really paying attention to the smells, which was very odd of the meticulous tom. He usually nit-picked on every detail, but so caught up in the beauty of the winter scenery around him and listening for a hare or mouse, the borders hadn’t been high-priority to him. That may have been a mistake.
Shrugging, Hayden didn’t doubt that he was just making a bigger deal out of this than necessary. It wouldn’t be the first time. And with this thought, he flicked his long plume-like tail and let his previous fretting slip to the back of his mind.
Padding forwards, Hayden reflected upon why he was out here in the first place. Well, he and Hunter had managed to have a good meal yesterday, so that naturally left him in better spirits. And even though his overall mood was dampened by the lack of his twin by his side, Hayden couldn't deny that with these new lands to explore, they'd been splitting up more often. Covering more ground. Finding out exactly where they've been camping out these months on the reserve. The Maine Coon had lists and lists of questions he wanted answered, and he wouldn't find them curled up in their cave or following Hunter as the older twin got into his fights and scuffles. I swear, if he comes home with one more scar...
His thoughts were interrupted by a snap. Yellow-green eyes flickering either way uneasily, the tom drew in a breath of the chilly winter air. He didn’t scent anything, and deeming his jumpy tendencies as nothing other than paranoia, he carried on. Hayden was strong and large for his age, but he couldn’t hope to match the battle tactics of a Clan cat, and it seemed like a better idea simply to keep his identity secret to as many of these wild cats as he could. The more felines knew him and his brother lived here, the more the twins would have to worry about those who didn’t like it. So far the speckled cat had yet to meet anyone who’d openly attack him, but he wouldn’t take his chances. I’ll just keep walking until I find some food to bring home, then maybe it would be better I get away from these areas… he found himself wishing he had been more attentive. Did he cross any borders? He wasn’t really paying attention to the smells, which was very odd of the meticulous tom. He usually nit-picked on every detail, but so caught up in the beauty of the winter scenery around him and listening for a hare or mouse, the borders hadn’t been high-priority to him. That may have been a mistake.
Shrugging, Hayden didn’t doubt that he was just making a bigger deal out of this than necessary. It wouldn’t be the first time. And with this thought, he flicked his long plume-like tail and let his previous fretting slip to the back of his mind.
