Blackfeather Woods Sneaking Around
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Despite being new to Blackfeather Woods, Venus knew exactly was she was good at, spying. She didn't see a chance coming up for her to prove what she loved. She was bored, she didn't have anyone to talk to. She hadn't met very many pack members yet, which didn't tear her apart. She was cold and harsh, she knew she had the least amount of training, which worried her. She drew a deep breath in, picking apart each smell individually. Raven, trees, dirt. She was curious about the ravens, she had never spoken to one, but they intrigued her. In the midst of her thinking, she nearly ran into a bush. It was the most amazing hiding place for spying. It was large, but fairly hollow. She sniffed it, making sure nothing was hiding inside. She slowly ducked her head in, until her neck couldn't extend any further. Nothing. She slowly placed one foot in. She was small and extremely skinny, which made it easy to hide in small places. She pulled half of her body in, then the other half. She was silent as she did so. You could hear a leaf drop before you herd her. She fit her body in and pulled a few branched in front of her face. She wasn't visible unless you were in the bush with her.

Her eyes were piercing. She was watching for prey, or another pack mate. She waited, all she saw was the occasional leaf falling, which wasn't particularly exciting to her. Though, she really enjoyed hiding out, there were so many places she would have to find that she would hide in, whether it would be for training, fun, or the real thing. The bush was shaped perfectly, it didn't stand out, and it didn't have thorns. It could really scare someone if Venus jumped out at them from this bush. She slightly smiled at the thought. Her breathing was slow, her chest barely moving, she really was trying to be silent. Her eyes were focused. The only time she moved was when she turned her head, and that was only a bit to see what was going on. Yet again, nothing was going on, but she wasn't bored. Spying was something she had always loved to do, and it was something that she was good at. It was one thing to love something, it was another to love it and do it right for the good of others.
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Sneaking Around - by Venus - November 20, 2015, 05:24 PM
RE: Sneaking Around - by Potema - November 21, 2015, 06:33 PM
RE: Sneaking Around - by Venus - November 21, 2015, 10:15 PM