sally forth
08-15-2013, 07:34 PM
~*~ With a sniff and a snuff, the cat sat down. Why in the world had she wanted to come to a place with so much water? Reeds splintered and cracked as they took the weight of her flanks. She turned and glared at them. This was not the solid snow and noiseless snow she was used to. Since venturing from her mountain range in the Far North, she had seen many sights, met any creatures, and done many things she never would've thought she ever would. But she wasn't about to start liking water. Not in a million years. Other than the dampness of the rivers and little marshy bits though, the Delta here was quite pretty. And Silverback liked the oceans - often watching it's waves from the northern most of her old mountain spires. Of course the ocean in the north was different - it was bigger and darker and colder. It's only lifeforms were monsters of blubber. Here all sorts of things could be found. Silverback had no idea how to fish - but she had tried. There was something about the enticing movements of those ripples and curving bodies that called to her. .....She could've stared at it for hours but, the problem was - eventually her hunting instincts would kick in and out of reflex she would hook a clawed paw into the water to try to catch it. She'd end up leaping back empty pawed, licking herself dry and cursing all things that started with 'w'. Before long though, she'd end up being pulled back to the banks - tail twiching and hind legs coiling as she bent over the surface, still as stone and watched. Sometimes it wasn't easy being a cat. |