Post by Leopardsong on Jan 26, 2014 15:20:29 GMT -5
Leafbare. A time of season where the air has a biting current and the ground is covered in a blanket of a soft, white frozen tundra. The ideal landscape of any long furred predator to lurk in hopes of finding a small nest in which mammals rest and remain dormant for the snow to melt. The air that day however, was surprisingly more chillier than usual. The sun, which made its presence widely known in the sky, unmasked the clouds which were creating a nice and temperate blanket, shielding the rays from disturbing the grounded winds in the forest bellow. In short, the sun on a cold winter day makes the ground temperatures a colder degrees with the added wind-chill.
Though despite the logic of science, the wild felines which call this particular territory home do not know of such science; living by their old custom ways keeps their tradition going along and look to the stars for the explanations to what nature's uncanny wrath may bring them. Particularly, along a long strand of river, a Clan resides earnestly, making their home in a small gorge or cannon in the center of the woodland. Predominantly, the river which lead cats to this area long ago has gone through many seasonal transformations over these many moons. For instance, there was the great flood which killed a few cats many many moons and generations before the current Clan's era. There was also the drought which caused both carnivores and small herbivores to die off from lack of food and concentration of water in the ecosystem. However, this year, it has come to the Clan's attention that the river has frozen over and that the conditions may have brought a new type of sport to old SkyClan's active minds.
A silver cats with darker markings along her back moved into the area with a curious visage as she maneuvered towards the timeless stream. Her eyes were a deep blue and her small curved ears perked up as she noticed the Peculiar formation. It seemed as if time had stopped on the surface, but underneath, the soft and slow flow silently slipped through like a ghost. The she-cat put her darkly colored forepaw on the solid cover. It had a cold and brick feeling, as if it were solid entirely through; but no, it were indeed moving underneath. The river had frozen before but not quite to this extent for the Bengal to remember. tenaciously, she put another paw forward and lost her balance as she lost grip of the ground. After a moment of sliding, the cat looked up as she noticed she had veered a few tail lengths from the side of the bank she came from. She tried to get up but it were no use: she knew how to swim but that wouldn't do any good on... ice? Silently, the she-cat looked up at the sky and gave a slight laugh. "Looks like I'm an apprentice again!" she joked. "Getting into situations without knowing a way out. Yep, that's old Leopardpaw for you!" she tried to move again but fell right on her face. I'm sure I'm being laughed at right now by someone... she told herself. watch, some lone cat or cats will come strolling by and then they'll go 'oh, why if it ain't 'Leopardsong the clumsy" she sighed and turned over onto her back.
OOC: You can play like you've been there the whole time or just strolling through the forest. The plot of this is Leopardsong can't ice-skate I guess? XD I know, very comical idea but it's the truth. She needs help getting off of the ice.
Though despite the logic of science, the wild felines which call this particular territory home do not know of such science; living by their old custom ways keeps their tradition going along and look to the stars for the explanations to what nature's uncanny wrath may bring them. Particularly, along a long strand of river, a Clan resides earnestly, making their home in a small gorge or cannon in the center of the woodland. Predominantly, the river which lead cats to this area long ago has gone through many seasonal transformations over these many moons. For instance, there was the great flood which killed a few cats many many moons and generations before the current Clan's era. There was also the drought which caused both carnivores and small herbivores to die off from lack of food and concentration of water in the ecosystem. However, this year, it has come to the Clan's attention that the river has frozen over and that the conditions may have brought a new type of sport to old SkyClan's active minds.
A silver cats with darker markings along her back moved into the area with a curious visage as she maneuvered towards the timeless stream. Her eyes were a deep blue and her small curved ears perked up as she noticed the Peculiar formation. It seemed as if time had stopped on the surface, but underneath, the soft and slow flow silently slipped through like a ghost. The she-cat put her darkly colored forepaw on the solid cover. It had a cold and brick feeling, as if it were solid entirely through; but no, it were indeed moving underneath. The river had frozen before but not quite to this extent for the Bengal to remember. tenaciously, she put another paw forward and lost her balance as she lost grip of the ground. After a moment of sliding, the cat looked up as she noticed she had veered a few tail lengths from the side of the bank she came from. She tried to get up but it were no use: she knew how to swim but that wouldn't do any good on... ice? Silently, the she-cat looked up at the sky and gave a slight laugh. "Looks like I'm an apprentice again!" she joked. "Getting into situations without knowing a way out. Yep, that's old Leopardpaw for you!" she tried to move again but fell right on her face. I'm sure I'm being laughed at right now by someone... she told herself. watch, some lone cat or cats will come strolling by and then they'll go 'oh, why if it ain't 'Leopardsong the clumsy" she sighed and turned over onto her back.
OOC: You can play like you've been there the whole time or just strolling through the forest. The plot of this is Leopardsong can't ice-skate I guess? XD I know, very comical idea but it's the truth. She needs help getting off of the ice.
