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Post by νσι∂ on Jun 25, 2019 21:10:34 GMT -5
Darkfeather eyed the strange cats warily, his tail twitching. Still, when he glanced at the prey-pile beside him he let out a quiet huff. Well, he was up anyway, so he might as well go on the first hunting patrol. Stingstep looked busy at the moment though, so he began to groom his thick black fur, awaiting the deputy. He cast a wary glance towards the nursery as he swiped a paw across his cheek. The wails made him uncomfortable but he tried to ignore it.
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Post by misstrissshad464 on Jun 25, 2019 21:13:09 GMT -5
"FrostPaw where are you I need help with grooming in here!" WillowBrush called.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 21:14:52 GMT -5
Branch and Cotton eyed the hares for a few moments then decided to start eating,finishing fast enough that it might give them a stomachache.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 21:15:03 GMT -5
Stingstep moved over to Darkfeather while the two loners ate. "Darkfeather, take your apprentice, Trickpaw, along with Umbraowl, on a hunting patrol. If anyone else seems ready to hunt then take them as well." The deputy then went back to the loners.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jun 25, 2019 21:18:03 GMT -5
Frostpaw's whole body flinched at the summons from her mentor. She forced her paws to bring her into the nursery and over to Willowbrush's side. "I-I'm here," she murmured timidly, her ears flattening to her skull. Carefully, the apprentice stepped up to her mentor's side, trying to force a comforting look onto her face. "What should I do?" the pale she-cat asked, large blue eyes peering up at Willowbrush.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 21:19:10 GMT -5
Stagcall came out of the warriors' den with the usual limp."Hey,you guys hunting?"He asked the group gathering around Darkfeather.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 21:21:53 GMT -5
Umbraowl looked up and nodded. "Yeah we are. Why?" He smiled at the other. The tom wouldn't admit it, but he had a crush on the other, though no one knew.
(Is that alright???))
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Post by νσι∂ on Jun 25, 2019 21:24:05 GMT -5
Darkfeather dipped his head in acceptance and finished up his grooming. Now he at least didn't look like he'd just rolled out of his nest. He stalked towards the apprentice's den and popped his head into the entrance. "Trickpaw? Rise and shine, we have some hunting to do. Swiftpaw, you get up as well, your mentor is coming with us," he ordered, his gaze lingering on the two apprentices. Then he went back to the group that was growing. "You're welcome to join us, Stagcall!"
Swiftpaw let out a loud groan, trying to bury his head deeper into his paws. He just wanted to fall back asleep. Just a few more minutes...
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 21:25:04 GMT -5
"Because I need to wake up and keep the pain out of my limp."Stagcall replied,licking his back left leg.
(I'm fine with it
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 21:28:29 GMT -5
Who's Swiftpaw's mentor??))
Umbraowl smiled widely and stepped closer to Stagfall. "Be careful with your limp though."
Trickpaw looked up from where she had been grooming her fur and nodded, standing before following her mentor out of the apprentices den.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 21:32:04 GMT -5
Stagcall swiped playfully at Umbraowl."Come on,I always am and you know it."
Cotton and Branch looked up when the cat came back."Now what?"Cotton asked.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jun 25, 2019 21:32:06 GMT -5
(It doesn't matter to me, it can be either Umbraowl or Stagcall ~)
Darkfeather gazed around at his assembled patrol and stood up, preparing to leave. He then noticed that a certain patched apprentice had yet to make an appearance. He turned to his own apprentice, noting that even she was up and ready to go. He was about to tell Trickpaw to wake her lazy den-mate when the apprentice slowly moseyed his way out of the den, blinking blearily in the faint light. "Swiftpaw, hurry up," he commanded before turning and heading for the entrance.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 21:34:57 GMT -5
Trickpaw quickly followed her mentor, wanting nothing more than to get out of camp and away from the loudness.
Umbraowl followed the others as well.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 21:36:27 GMT -5
Stagcall followed in suit,keeping to a steady pace.
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Post by misstrissshad464 on Jun 25, 2019 21:40:53 GMT -5
Frostpaw's whole body flinched at the summons from her mentor. She forced her paws to bring her into the nursery and over to Willowbrush's side. "I-I'm here," she murmured timidly, her ears flattening to her skull. Carefully, the apprentice stepped up to her mentor's side, trying to force a comforting look onto her face. "What should I do?" the pale she-cat asked, large blue eyes peering up at Willowbrush. "Help me clean these young ones," WillowBrush said as she helped froom the first kit as there were two others nearby mewing.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 21:42:33 GMT -5
Petalfall was having trouble keeping her eyes open, the pain and exhaustion beginning to become too much. "It hurts... how much longer. I can't stay awake." She was breathing heavily.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 21:44:31 GMT -5
Crowsong made his way to one of the its and started grooming it.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jun 25, 2019 21:46:20 GMT -5
Darkfeather led his patrol deeper into WindClan territory, keeping his ears perked for the faintest sound of prey. The moor was quiet this morning, but that was probably due to the sun not yet being fully risen. He slowed his pace a bit as they came to a prime hunting spot. "Stagcall, Umbraowl, and Swiftpaw head over in that direction towards the gorse thickets. Trickpaw, we're going to try hunting over here," he pointed in the direction with his tail and then headed slowly in that direction, opening his mouth a bit to bring in the musty scents of the moor. "What's the first rule of hunting out in the open, Trickpaw?" he asked his apprentice, his voice low so he wouldn't disturb any near by prey.
Frostpaw took the kitten and set it down gently on her paws. She began to lap at the fur, rubbing it the wrong way just as Willowbrush had told her. She took her task very seriously until the little kit was mewling and squirming in her paws. She nudged the little one into the nest and towards their mother, ready for the next kit.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 21:52:58 GMT -5
Trickpaw looked around, unsure of what the actual answer was as she was a fairly new apprentice. "Um, always be quick? Never stalk? Always check which direction the wind is blowing?"
Umbraowl nodded and led the way to the gorse thickets, scenting the air for any sign of prey.
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Post by misstrissshad464 on Jun 25, 2019 21:54:52 GMT -5
"Last one" WillowBrush said as the final kit came out and WillowBrush immediately started to groom it.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 21:59:31 GMT -5
Petalfall felt as though everything was spinning, her breathing still fast as she tried to stay awake, pulling her kits closer to her belly. A small, long-haired black tom with white stripes mewled out, trying to find her mother's stomach so he could nurse.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 22:02:09 GMT -5
Stagcall found a hare scent and started following it.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 22:04:50 GMT -5
Crowsong looked down at the kit."He's got my black fur."He smiled.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 22:05:18 GMT -5
Umbraowl stayed close by the other tom, gesturing for Swiftpaw to stay silent.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 22:08:10 GMT -5
Keeping his limp in mind he stalked forwards,making sure to stay downwind of the brown creature.Once he was in range he leapt onto it's back,swiftly dispatching it.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jun 25, 2019 22:10:09 GMT -5
Darkfeather suppressed the urge to chuckle at his young apprentice, instead he simply lowered himself into a crouching position. His light yellow gaze was locked on a simple mouse, which was quite a few tail-lengths away from them. "You're right on most accounts. Stalking is important, even to us, we just do it in a much quicker fashion. We don't have a lot to hide us from our prey in the moorlands, but we still need to keep low and quiet, so that the prey doesn't grow suspicious. Checking which way the wind is blowing is the first and most vital step. Which way is it blowing, towards us or towards the mouse?" he asked, his tone little more than a whisper. He spoke to Trickpaw, but his eyes remained locked on the prey.
Frostpaw sat back as the last of the kits were cleaned and settled near their mother. A soft purr rumbled in her throat as she gazed at the little ones. "They're beautiful," she whispered to Petalfall and Crowsong. She wished she could have been more of a help. She looked to Willowbrush for any other instruction.
Swiftpaw opened his maw wide in a silent yawn before nodding his head. He lowered his body, to keep himself low to the ground. He watched as Stagcall went after the hare, his ears perked for any sound that could alert him to the presence of another animal. Though he was tired, he loved hunting, it was something he actually excelled at.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 22:11:17 GMT -5
"Nice one Stagcall! Now, Swiftpaw, do you smell anything else in the area?" He turned to his apprentice.
"I guess he gets the white from me then." She chuckled lightly as the kit pawed through her calico fur.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 25, 2019 22:14:26 GMT -5
Trickpaw nodded and stood still, feeling how her fur moved before speaking. "It's blowing toward us, so the mouse won't be able to smell us."
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Post by Protractor on Jun 25, 2019 22:15:36 GMT -5
Stagcall came back with his equivalent to a trot and laid his kill down and started burying it.
"A prefect depiction of us."Crowsong replied,touching his nose to hers.
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Post by νσι∂ on Jun 25, 2019 22:17:23 GMT -5
Swiftpaw lifted his nose to the air, inhaling deeply. He turned his head towards Umbraowl, "There is a shrew over near that thicket." His dark green eyes flashed to locate the prey and found the little rodent nibbling on some sort of seed just below the gorse. He awaited further instruction but did angle his lowered body in that direction, prepared to catch the unaware prey.
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