Behold The Two-Leg Nest [OPEN]

[Eagleheart]

The day was young but the forest was wide awake with life. Birds were chirping every now and again, mice were rustling about the fallen leaves and cats were already on the prowl. Hunting or patrolling, or even acts of a more sinister kind, a few of the cats had been up and about since before the sun had even begun to rise. No two days were the same and the forest brought a new adventure for the Clan cats every day.

One cat, a ThunderClan warrior, was on the search for food. After a rather restless night, Eagleheart had taken it upon himself to gather fresh kill for his Clan. It didn't seem that long ago that the sun was relentlessly hot and the forest grounds were dry and harsh, but now the winds were changing. Trees were starting to drop their leaves and the sun had grown more forgiving. It was almost time for the days when the temperature would drop and prey would be scarce. Eagleheart was fully aware of the days ahead. It was motivation that he should start mustering prey for his Clan, hoping to catch as much as his young body would allow.

So far, Eagleheart's hunting had been fairly successful. He had caught a couple of mice, a bird and a rabbit, all of which were burried. Soon, the warrior would return to them and carry them back to the camp. For the time being, however, the hunt was still on. The spotted tom yawned, standing rigid against the winds. Taking a few moments to become familiar with the sudden change of scenery, Eagleheart realised that he had strayed further from the camp than he initially thought. The scents were strange, as well as the sight before him; strange, very verticle nests surrounding by high fences. It was a two-leg nest, breathing polution and containing ignorant dogs and lazy kittypeys most likely.

"Just the sight alone makes my fur stand."

Eagleheart snorted, wrinkling his nose at his thoughts. He had never been a kittypet, and had no intention of changing that. There were many stories of such cats - they were fed tasteless junk, fussed excessively by younger two-legs and even the elders, and were even sharing the place with a dog! What a dreadful life they must lead. Bound to their homes by a two-leg, no freedom at all. Of course, there had also been stories about former kittypets turned forest cats. As long as they could perform well for the Clan, Eagleheart had no issues with their history. Or at least that what he tried to convince himself.

[~*Speckles*~]

A small, well-muscled tom crawled through the undergrowth, twitching his whiskers in distaste at that musky smell that rose from the rotting leaves on the ground. His tan pelt stood out in the brush's leaves, and this he new. He glanced around and then made for a nearby tree. When he reached it his wide paws dug readily into the bark and he hefted himself up quickly. From this position it was easy to see his most distinguishing mark, a stripe of darker tan speckles that ran from the tip of his short tail to the tip of his nose. When he reached the branch that he had been concentrating on, one that he had heard a bird trilling away on, he stealthily pulled himself up and started creeping up on the sparrow. When he was close enough he jumped and killed it with a single whack from his powerful paw. He grinned and then started down the tree with his prize, dropping the last couple feet. He shoved some leaves aside and carefully buried the bird.

He smiled happily and looked up again, gawking at the two-leg nests. He liked hunting out here, the prey was good because not many came here, and there was always the chance of being able to chase a kittypet or two. That was always great. He chuckled but his tan eyes saw to kittypets at that moment. What they did see was another cat, definitely not a kittypet. He opened his mouth slightly to let the wind bring him the information he wanted. He nodded in satisfaction as he found that it was only another ThunderClanner.

After a moment of thought he started towards the other cat carefully, quietly. He loved to try and sneak up on others, it was challenging and fun to see their reaction when he was found out. He twitched his tufted ears experimentally to be sure of the other's position for he could no longer see him through the brush. He came to a better view point at last and looked at the tom with a smile before jumping out into the open. 'Hello!' He called loudly, watching carefully for the others reaction, which he loved to do.