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Post by feather on Jan 23, 2012 0:16:17 GMT
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Feather took a deep, calming breath as she padded through the cold and snowy streets of Hexasol. She was tired, cold to the bones, and each step was painful to take. But she took every step and endured every pain with the hope of finding her father. Talon had been missing for over a year now, Feather refused t believe that her father had up and left her here in Hexasol without consulting her first. When they had parted ways he had promised that they would see each other again. Feather hung onto those parting words with all she could. She loved her father dearly and missed him painfully with each breath she took.
Feather turned the street corner and came to another dead end. There were no immediate signs of life here and she wouldn't be surprised to find a frozen mouse underneath all the snow. It was almost unnatural to live in weather like this. Personally Feather was okay with the cold, her thick fur was made for this type of temperature. However, she knew that many cats and dogs in Hexasol were not as fortunate and may freeze to death if the hunger didn't claim them first. The silver she-cat turned around and made her way through the snow again, her original paw prints now covered by fresh snow.
She was looking for her father for what seemed like the umpteenth time. Every day started the same, today was no different. She would leave her nest and begin her journey through the city of Hexasol. She had a strong mental map of the city because of this, she traveled to a new part of town everyday. Occasionally she came across someone who knew her father but like herself they had not seen him for a year now.
The silver she-cat braced her self against the wind and turned into a familiar part of the city. Maybe it was time to go home, try to get warm, and hunt for a meal. Hunting for something in this weather could take all day, she may even go hungry tonight.
She knew that her father would know what to do, he had lived through many more seasons than she had and even knew what the world was like when the humans were alive. He could guide her to survival.
Feather decided to go to her favorite hunting spot, near the railway. It was filled with tall grass and not many cats or dogs chose to go there. Her father had told Feather that big machines called trains used to ride along them and take human supplies from one place to another.
It took Feather a while, she had been no where near the railway, but when she finally arrived she noticed that the snow would have covered any tracks another animal could have made. There was no way of knowing if she was in potential danger. Because of this Feather kept her ears and eyes wide open as she began to look for signs of prey. She was naturally a good hunter but in the dead of winter even the best hunters could go hungry. Her stomache rumbled at the thought of a warm mouse.
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