Seize the day

Colum sighed flicking his tail. The Scottish fold's dull eyes scanned their little camp. The tom was unhappy on how long they're staying in this camp. Usually they only stay for a day, or for a few nights somewhere. Though they've stayed here for almost two weeks. He didn't know about the others, but he really disliked it. Though hunting has been good here, and he understood that. He closed his eyes breathing softly to himself. It was best for group to stay here, since who know's the next time they'd get such good pickings. Though they won't be here for too much longer, the nomadic cat having a hard time with this. He opened his green eyes again, and watched a bird flutter up into the tree, the small grey figure distracted the grey tom for a few moments. He watched it's every movement, tail flicking slightly. The bird hopped around the branch gracefully, little head swerving, as it let out a chirp. It knew he was there, though Colum had no intentions on hopping up to catch it, it would only provide him a morsel. Even if it provided more, the tom was not hungry, and found entertainment in just watching it.


Jay sat next to his litter mate Cardinal, the two American bobtailed cats sharing a good sized bird, as well as enjoying the warm sun that beamed through the trees. The two brothers are the newest members to the group, before traveling together. Though they do enjoy traveling with the group, at least Cardinal does. Jay is still rather iffy about it. Colum is still iffy about them joining as well. Though for the most part they proved trustworthy, and that was good enough for Colum. Though he does at times tends to keep an eye on the two.  Which Cardinal himself doesn't realize, but again Jay does. Jay pushed the bird over to his brother, who was larger of the two. The tom not feeling all that hungry. Instead his blue eyes scanned around their little camp that they had set up. The silver tom was left thinking about what his brother said, about how the group should just stay here. There was plenty of food. Though Jay agreed with the grey tom. They should leave, they weren't the only ones here. Foxes, badgers, and dogs made their home here. Soon enough they'd be the hunted, and he didn't want to be snack to anything.


Nettle was curled up in a ball over next to some ferns. The smaller tom was a sleep. When you look at him it wasn't hard to tell that he was one of the youngest in the group. He was about ten moons, maybe a little bit older. Though most cats are in their twenties at least, some most likely other. Which being the smallest Nettle had a hard time really going out and proving himself, a lot of the bigger cats push him around, and doesn't think he can handle some of the things that they can. Most, beside Colum. Nettle was one of the oldest members in the group, the group still being rather young. It has only been decided a few moons ago. Though Nettle was always around Colum even when he was a wee little thing. Some used to imply that Colum might be his father, but the two knew that, it wasn't true. Nettle used to like to believe that the older grey tom was, but he knew that it was foolish to do so.


Sandy was sitting up in a tree, the poor she-cat was trying to find as much shade as possible. Having thick fur in leafbare was blessing, but it was a curse during greenleaf. Closing her green eyes as she pushed herself against the tree. She gritted her teeth. It had to be the one of the hottest days, and she sure wasn't enjoying it. Opening her green eyes she scanned the area. The she-cat should've taken Seals offer to go to the creek, maybe she'd have a better chance cooling off. Colum had passed her not to long ago, and told her she was crazy for being up high, he also felt like he should imply that it is usually hotter up high since heat rises. Which was something he was told by a crazy cat that he met a long time ago. If it was true or not, they didn't know. Sandy did decide that she was going to come down, in a small possibility that crazy cat was right. She began on her trek down, being careful not to fall.


Seal sighed to herself as she walked through the forest.  They weren't supposed to go out alone, due to they didn't know everything around this area, and who knows what dangers lurked. Though the she-cat wasn't going far, only to the creek to get a drink. Thankfully there weren't young ones with them, since it was a good decent walk away to the creek, and for what they've seen. That was the only water source. Which most of the cats didn't like her suggestion on moving closer to the creek. Liking the spot they're at now, since they had better shelter. The ragdoll didn't care either way, but she couldn't stand their constant complaining about it, since they've chosen to live such a distance away. Blue eyes brightening as she saw the creek just ahead, she quickened her pace ever so slightly, ready to quench her dry throat. Slowing down as she neared, she bend down and began to lap some of the clear water, the coolness felt nice on her dry throat.