ATTENTION EVERYONE - I just published a poem! I hope to write more poems if people like them, so please check it out and tell me what you think! It's called "I'll run the river." Also, @-Impxrfect- has voted on a preview of "The Cats of the Misty Moor," and I'm excited to give you all one! I'll give part of the prologue, because I don't want to give away TOO much! Here it is:
Swift darted around a swath of heather. She grit her teeth, flattening her ears against the wind, and raced on. She was named for her speed; she couldn't fail to catch a simple rabbit! Otherwise she'd be the laughingstock of the Skulk. The rabbit pounded ahead of her, and it bounded ever closer to the Forest Skulk's territory, where Moor Skulk cats like her couldn't trespass.
Putting on a burst of speed, she swerved around a boulder and caught up to her quarry. She bunched her muscles and let her legs elongate elegantly in the air as she ran, lengthening her stride. Swift's blood roared in her ears; she had chased the young prey through her entire territory, and each muscle screamed for her to stop running and give up the chase.
But I'm not giving up! She knew she had to catch this rabbit; it was her task, and she had to pass the test to become a proper huntress of the Moor Skulk. Her mentor, Willow, was a red-furred ginger she-cat with a white back stripe and large ear tufts and light blue eyes. Willow had taught Swift all about hunting strategy, and some fighting as well.
"Come on, come on. . ." She murmured under her breath, praying the rabbit would slow down just a tiny bit. Suddenly it swerved just as it was about to plunge into an elderberry bush and begin to hastily hop up a small ridge. Swift gathered her muscles for a large leap and jumped up towards where her prey was going to jump next. She landed squarely on the large rabbit's back and she quickly finished it off.
And that's all I could fit, so keep on the lookout for more of "The Cats of the Misty Moor!"
