Post by Leopard on Jun 23, 2012 13:04:24 GMT -6
A small blanket of fog covered the thick forest in District 6. The sun was just coming up making the world look gray and dul without any color. The birds were not even up, it was to early. Not to early for Whitney and her best friend Munchie. The two were out hunting for food, and to sell back in town. With her bow in hand, knife on her belt, and a quiver on her back with over a dozon bows. On Munchie's back was a dog backpack that Whitney made for Munchie out of deer leather. Inside his backpack were spare arrows, a little food and water, and a sharping stone for her knife.
Whitney stopped when she found tracks, knelling down to check how fresh. It was farily new, and it was a lone deer wondering. By the size of the track it was only over a year old. Getting up, she snapped slightly to let Munchie it was time to track it down. Munchie placed his black we nose on the ground and began to pick the sent up. He bagan to trot towards the smell of the deer. Whitney picked her bow off the ground, and began to run along side of him. Munchie was all she had after her mom passed. Whitney found him abounded on day and took him home, and gave him loves. From then on they were both friends for life.
Whitney could tell we were getting near the kill beacuse the way her dog was acting. His fur on his spine rose on his back and he was making a face that she can no explain beacuse it was to funny to Whitney.
Stopping 50ft before the prey. Seeing a bush Whitney can crawl under. Getting placed, she raised her bow, and got aim. Pulling the string back, whisling, Munchie got ready to spring to help in the hunt. Then a deep breath, and the arrow goes into its chest not getting its heart. Once the arrow left the bow, Munchie sprung up and tackled the beast to the ground, clamping on its throat, slowling draining what life was in it.
Smiling she, "Good job Munchie!". Munchie turned his head and had a look on his face of happieness and jumped and tackled his beloved owner. "You're such a good boy, Munchie!" she began to pet Munchie behind the ear. Then Munchie took his mouth and began to chew on Whitney's arm. "Oh you wanna play that way do yah?!" Whitney shotted and tacked her dog like he did. Then the two got into a playful war between the two near there kill.
Whitney stopped when she found tracks, knelling down to check how fresh. It was farily new, and it was a lone deer wondering. By the size of the track it was only over a year old. Getting up, she snapped slightly to let Munchie it was time to track it down. Munchie placed his black we nose on the ground and began to pick the sent up. He bagan to trot towards the smell of the deer. Whitney picked her bow off the ground, and began to run along side of him. Munchie was all she had after her mom passed. Whitney found him abounded on day and took him home, and gave him loves. From then on they were both friends for life.
Whitney could tell we were getting near the kill beacuse the way her dog was acting. His fur on his spine rose on his back and he was making a face that she can no explain beacuse it was to funny to Whitney.
Stopping 50ft before the prey. Seeing a bush Whitney can crawl under. Getting placed, she raised her bow, and got aim. Pulling the string back, whisling, Munchie got ready to spring to help in the hunt. Then a deep breath, and the arrow goes into its chest not getting its heart. Once the arrow left the bow, Munchie sprung up and tackled the beast to the ground, clamping on its throat, slowling draining what life was in it.
Smiling she, "Good job Munchie!". Munchie turned his head and had a look on his face of happieness and jumped and tackled his beloved owner. "You're such a good boy, Munchie!" she began to pet Munchie behind the ear. Then Munchie took his mouth and began to chew on Whitney's arm. "Oh you wanna play that way do yah?!" Whitney shotted and tacked her dog like he did. Then the two got into a playful war between the two near there kill.