CREEKCLAN HIGH POSITION TRYOUTS

The sun had just set when a white tom had emerged from camp, he left about this time everyday. He didn't tell anyone where he was going, he would just say he was going out hunting. This was no lie, the cat always returned with a few pieces of prey, even in the coldest leaf-bare. Some were suspicious of his hunting trips, others were simply happy with the bringing of fresh food.
Alter-Adel slithered through the trees like a snake, keeping his large ears pressed to the back of his head. He was fast, but perhaps he was going too fast. The tom tripped over his own paws and out into the clearing near the creek. With his back legs flying above his head, and his body crashing on top of his front, he had fallen. He closed his pale green eyes, and kept his head down. The cat continued to scurry though the area, hoping no one noticed. 
Once he finally noticed that there was no reason to be embarrassed - his head went back up and his head returned to it's naturally high place. The lengthy Alter-Adel stopped when he reached a deeper part of a creek. His triangular head towered over the water.