DEATH OF A BACHELOR | private

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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Ravenkit headed toward dirtplace. She ducked through the fronds, cold wind on her tail. Through the gap lay a sandy clearing, clumped in places and stinking. The black kitten pushed past a patch of sedge and nosed her way through the stems. They were sharp and grazed her nose but she pushed on, haunting yellow eyes half-closed, until she broke out into sunshine. A wide marshy plain stretched ahead of her, grassy and lush, filled with patches of reed and sedge and white billowing flowers. The green wetland stretched far along the riverbank and sloped up toward a smooth meadow where horses grazed. Deciding her path of action in her escape from camp, Ravenkit slid ahead, and pushed her way into the rich greenery at the side of the path leading away from the camp’s entrance. Nosing her way through the soft leaves, ahe kept to the bushes. Where water puddled the path, she crossed deliberately through it, hoping the mud would disguise her scent. Then, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was following, she plunged into the long grass on the other side of the path. The ground fell away from beneath her paws and she tumbled down the bank. She landed with a thump on a muddy flat at the river’s edge. Water lapped her pelt as she scrambled to her paws.


    She gazed downriver, watching the water flow away in a lazy brown flood that moved with ease. Calculation flickered in her haunting yellow eyes as she stepped forward, claws curling into the tussocky grass. She poised herself over the choppy water, making sure her shadow didn’t fall over. She was hoping to catch a fish to examine, see what separates fish from cat, and cat from frog. Nothing would be hiding from her.


    Cloudbelly  


    The sunshine had also drove Cloudbelly out, her little nose huffing and puffing as she struggled out through the entrance, unlike her kid clanmate. The marshes were fun and soft to walk around in, her smoky fur was fun to wet as she stomped around happily everywhere in the grass, and boy was her oiter feeling reflected deeply in her inner.


    Cloudy was also probably the luckiest you could get when you have someone find you out when breaking a rule- she didn't understand them and therefore didn't follow them. So when she spotted Ravenkit, one would get quite happy, seeing as the black smoke didnät immedeatilly throw a hissy fit and start rambling about the code.

    But the next move would probably make quiet ol' Ravenkit cringe even more: overcome with excitement, she hurried forward cheerfully. Both of them lost about any hope they'd have of catching anything then, because the warrior was jsut too loud and clumsy. One would think its a wonder she became warrior, survived to apprneticeship even.


    Now the fish all scattered, as Cloudbelly towered behind the little kit, eyes gleaming. " Hi!" she yelped.

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Ravenkit pauses and pressed her belly to the mud, feeling water lap at her deep black fur. Just beneath the gentle water, she could see the wavering figure of a long, narrow barbel. It’s mottled body weaved around towering reefs and rush on the riverbank and nose along scatter pebbles that had been smoothed over by countless moons of erosion. Ravenkit held her breath as she poised an outstretched paw over the gurgling surface of the water. She inches closer and closer, ready to strike.


    Firm footfalls behind her disturbed the calm surface of the water and the barbel immediately started away from the edge of the cattails. Ravenkit let her held breath leave and she whipped around to cast her smouldering eyes over Cloudbelly’s form. The jet black kitten stomped past the brush surrounding her and the rush seemed to part for her, as if her fury singed the springy grass and algae whenever she stepped. "I was going to catch a fish," she began, her voice low. "I would have loved to sink my claws into the thing’s succulent scales, but I’m sure I could do the same to someone else as a substitute."