Post by !Remy! on Dec 13, 2008 18:37:46 GMT -6
Rat paws! Maplepaw though frustratedly to himself. He had just missed yet another vole. They weren't usually active this time of year, but today he had seen--and missed--at least four. Huffing a tiny little sigh, the apprentice plopped down in the chilly snow. Despite his short fur, his winter coat was pretty thick. Plus, he loved the snow. It was white, just like his mother. Maplepaw fluffed up against a sudden gust of wind. It carried a scent of stale vole; Maplepaw didn't even bother trudging through the essence of leafbare to search for its hole. "Maybe I'll catch a cold-loving trout," he meowed out loud to nobody in particular. He wasn't assigned to any hunting duties, but he figured he might as well catch a few things while he was out and about. However, that was proving quite difficult to do....
