Essay About The Forest

"PigeonEye." A raw voice intruded her thoughts. "We should turn back and report to our clan. We've done all we could to..."

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

The ginger tom looked back at the Dusty brown tom. “CinderLeaf, you are the best tracker in the clan”- He nodded over to where he had scented the badger -“Track down that badger”.

"Then let's not stay here for long, because now they know we are here." Says Corvo as he draws his sword.

The damp, frizzy fur of the mother suddenly stood on edge as a movement in the woods became prevalent. Her angled head raised quickly, as if a spotter on a boat-deck. Telescope eyes scanned the surrounding forest with incredible precision. She edged closer to her young, signally for him to remain perfectly still as her pointed snoop investigated the forage.

“ Let's protest.” Christopher said suddenly, stopping the conversation about the cruelty of the situation in its tracks.

Tranquility Falls glittered like fine sugar in the distance as Brayden and his father pulled up to the trailhead. Brayden opened the car door and recoiled at the sharp scent of pine. His juice pouch gurgled and went flat as he slurped the last of its contents.

“Wolves? There haven’t been wolves in these woods for decades, not since you folks chased them away.” Bender narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms, and glared at the men.

Once they were there, the quarter-mile trek to their place had to be made. It was a small, circular clearing in the cone-bearing woods. The area around the fire pit was dirt, for safety reasons. On the outskirts of the copper-colored dirt were five large, round logs arranged in a circle for sitting. Just a few feet beyond the logs, the forest began again in copious amounts of vegetation and growth, like an untamed lion. That night’s weather was just right. The cool air was

“Th-They should stand somewhere else if they don't want to get killed.” Marco responded. “But the minotaurs won't let us leave!”

Minutes before, Marty Gra and I were leisurely strolling away from my house. The heat throughout the day made riding almost impossible, so we had to postpone until dusk when the temperature dropped. We rode down from my barn, past my house, and down the trail to the plain to begin our ride. I was wary about the creatures living in my backyard. I knew there

The smokey tortoiseshell she-cat shook away the bad thoughts that had, lately, been plaguing her mind. “What? Um, right. I’ll be out in a second,” Kindlestar stopped pacing around and walked out into the still morning.

Dapplepaw yawned, it was nearly sunhigh and everybody was awake. She pushed herself to her paws, and quietly exited the apprentices den. Soft paw-steps immediately padded towards her. Dapplepaw turned her crania to find her friend Applepaw walking towards her. “Hello Dapplepaw!” The younger apprentice purred to her. “Hello Applepaw!” Applepaw settled beside her.

“Nice to meet you, Svea,” he smiled at her. Henri stopped walking as they approached the beginning of the dirt paths. There were way more people than Henri expected. They roamed from hut to hut, and practically ignored him. He followed close behind Svea, Lucy trotting obediently by his side. She ushered him through the village, past numerous people and shacks.

It was a calm, overcast day, and I found myself resting at the side of a large oak tree, admiring the beauty of the woods that surrounded me.