[wren]

Originally Posted by Dreaming Emu

Near the edge of WindClan's moor, a tall tom sat with poise. The wind blew at his silken fur, driving it against its natural direction. He payed no mind to this small disruption. It was evident by the rotation of his ears and his line of sight, that the male was enthralled by something hidden just beyond the tree line.

That something moved. SiltStrider did the same by ducking low, his large ears flattening to the sides. Shimmying his lithe frame, the tom bunched up the muscles in his hind limbs, effectively prepping him to leap.

A slender form weaved in and around the foliage lining the borders. Dark bengal markings dotted a nice cream base coat. It allowed the cat to melt seemingly into the shadows, appearing disappearing as easily as a duck swims. Marbledtongue was a handsome boy, his gleaming amber eyes seemed to catch the attention of almost everyone he had ever met. That included sleepingcloud, but certainly not limited too the large fluffy tom. His body was lean and athletically inclined, his muscular hind legs and nimble paws giving him an authentic windclanner body. Though his appearance portrayed something confident, a real warrior. He was really just a tangled mess of limbs, his ability to trip over himself was remarkable.

Speaking of! suddenly the tom tripped over his paws, during the tom he was suspended mid air and finally hitting the ground he could only think one thing. Again?! the bengal hit the ground with a solid this. Though he said nothing and simply let it happen. For a few whisker lengths he rolled and finally came to a stop just by a clear in the thicket. Glancing sideways another form seemed to be stalking through the bushes. After a few seconds of studying the warrior from his upside down state he cast a quizzical glance at them. Doesn’t look familiar? marbledtongue knew everyone and this was off for him- yet his maw remained clamped shut as they hunted nearby. Hopefully I didn’t scare it off?