Post by flintfang on Jun 5, 2014 6:54:35 GMT
“Oho, playing keep-away are we? You’re not gonna be so lucky tonight!”
Flintfang was a blur in the night, paws skittering over the damp earth, eyes glinting in excitement. That white squirrel wasn’t getting away this time! He pushed through the shrubbery, slowing down to a stop as he reached a clearing. Panting, his eyes grazed through the moonlit horseplace. It was empty.
Flintfang pouted. His tail dropped. “Mousetails.”
Wait… The horseplace? Flintfang blinked.
He hadn’t been here in a while—not since the border skirmishes started between Riverclan and Windclan. Flintfang padded further in, taking in how the field glowed a pale blue under the moon. It was a clear night. Not very far off, he saw the boulders. The interclan conflicts were too much for Flintfang’s simple mind to comprehend properly (why couldn’t each party just be nice to one another?), but he wasn’t stupid. Right now, the best course of action would be to stay in the Riverclan side, he guessed. Wouldn’t want to spark anything that he might regret later.
Suddenly, the grass started to shift. Flintfang dropped down. He grinned. A mouse—a fat one—was snaking through the field, pausing to wash its ears.
One pawstep at a time, he advanced, freezing each time the mouse seemed to glance his way. The tall grass masked him from the rodent, but by Starclan, they were really ticklish. In fact, a particular frond couldn’t seem to keep away from his nose.
Flintfang sneezed.
The mouse ran for it.
Mentally slapping himself, Flintfang dashed after it. He was going to feed his clan, darn it! But then, the mouse slid through a gap between the Windclan boulders. Flintfang skidded to a stop.
“Nooo!” He mewled, flopping on the ground, trying to peer through the gap. “Come. Back. Here. Please?”
The mouse sat beyond the boulders, almost like it was taunting him to cross over.
“… You’re making this hard on me, mousey. Alright, maybe we can come to a compromise? I’ll, uh, give you a head start if you scooch over here? No? Uh, I'll let you run all the way to the other side of this clearing before I start trying to catch ya? C'mon, this is a good offer!”
And so he went on, trying to reason with his prey.