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Post by Jekyll on Aug 5, 2019 17:38:23 GMT -5
Yes! Fixed them!))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 5, 2019 17:39:14 GMT -5
They look super pretty
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 5, 2019 17:40:03 GMT -5
thank you))
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 5, 2019 18:03:32 GMT -5
DuskfernDuskfern's eyes sharpened focusing on Shadowblossom's behaviour. She tangentially noticed the small family head out into Camp and was distantly grateful for it. "Let's see now," She murmured, setting her paws gently against the tortoiseshell's stomach. The heat was the first thing she noticed, nearly radiating outwards from where Duskfern spied the movement of kits beneath the skin. Next was the almost wave-like muscle spasms that usually indicated one thing. Taking a deep breath, Duskfern swivelled to look the distressed queen in the eye. "Alright Shadowblossom," She meowed, voice as soothing as it could be while remaining no-nonsense, "It seems like your kits have decided it's their time to come into this world and with how low they are, you're pretty far along." She shook her head slightly, eyeing the Nursery entrance before returning her attention to Shadowblossom. "I know you're in pain right now," She continued, rubbing her tail soothingly across the other she-cat's shoulder, "But I need you to tell me if you want anyone in here with you during the kitting. I need to get my supplies and will be quick, so I can fetch anyone you need. Be aware that Furycall may have already left on patrol."FinchpawFinchpaw stole a few glances at Burningstar as they walked, eyes shining with the chance to both impress his father and show off Peachtree's teaching skills. He had been thrilled to be assigned to the sweet she-cat and would fight anyone who tried to say anything bad about her. Coming to the border, his head ducked nervously for a moment at being put on the spot, but he shrugged the feeling off. Peachtree had taught him scent marking already, it was such a big part of protecting their territory after all. Carefully, he approached the old marking and applied a new one on top of it. He glanced up at Furycall, tail twitching as he hoped the Deputy would approve.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 5, 2019 18:17:36 GMT -5
Anyone fancy a fox attack on this patrol?[/b] CascadeClan Camp, Blackeye, Furycall, PudgeCat . Jekyll Burningstar The young leader kept hs gaze lingering on his son, though he did it in a vastly more subtle way than the manner in which the russet coloured apprentice kept glancing back at his father. Hope pouring from his frame that his father might just be looking at him. Burningstar allowed himself a low chuckle, affection filling his veins as he watched just how much his son had grown, no doubt in his mind that the young tom would grow into a fine warrior one day. Nodding his agreement at the deputy's suggestion, the leader narrowed his eyes with concern when he noted at just how stale the scent had grown since the last marking, making a mental note to ask Furycall to increase the number of patrols to the area. He flicked an ear in the deputy's direction, but was otherwise seemingly happy to watch from afar, and let the patrol take its natural course without interaction.. CascadeClan Camp, Duskfern, Lycaonia .Shadowblossom A particularly cruel contraction dragged a moan of pain free from her lips, burrowing her face into the soft fur of her paws as she desperately fought to hide the pain wracking through her slender frame. "Great StarClan," she hissed, one of few times she had ever acted outside of the norm of her calm and quiet personality. She bared her fangs with frustration, panting to catch her breath and distract herself from the invasive sensaition of the medicine cat's paws where it currently hurt the most. Having to concentrate hard not to growl at the healer to get her paws away from her that instant if she wanted to keep them, Shadowblossom narrowed her eyes. Trying to concentrate on the medicine cat's words as best as she could, anything to distract her from the pain. Grateful when the pressure of paws was removed, the queen elicited a soft whimper. She'd thought as much, though had desperately prayed the truth would be something else. The kits were coming, there was little that could be done about it now. Shadowblossom's eyes widened to the size of the moon at the very suggestion she'd want anybody with her through this. The medicine cat was lucky the queen had enough sense to let be with her, let alone anybody else. She was a private cat in nature, and she knew what was about to happen wasn't going to be pretty. The queen outright laughed at the mention of her mate. "StarClan no," she whispered with a shake of her head, she loved Furycall but this was not somewhere she wanted to be. "He has enough on his mind, I can manage without him, he doesn't need more stress," she chuckled weakly. Closing her eyes as pain shot through her again, the urge to bear down intense and agonising. "For the love of StarClan get your herbs, I don't know how much longer they're going to wait," as though to prove her point a cry pulled free of her lips as a spasm wracked through her.
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Aug 6, 2019 1:43:05 GMT -5
; so sorry for replying late!! ;w;
; - Peachtree. Even if pride swelled in her chest, the she-cat still felt very little comfort in leaving her apprentice with another group excluding herself. But she shook her head, as if ridding her minds of such worrisome thoughts. She spared a light-hearted laugh in response to Vixenwhisper. "Oh, I guess you're right. It isn't bad if he goes alone occasionally, I don't think, especially if Burningstar will be around to watch him for me." Peachtree had taken notice of their leader's joining of Finchpaw's group, and immediately a wave of relief flowed through her. Now she could venture off without a worry.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, indeed." Cheery in tone, she hopped to all fours, her long, fluffy tail sweeping back and forth eagerly. Once Mothshade had voiced her readiness too, Peachtree began walking away towards the camp's exit, not in a sure leading manner, but slowly enough so that all three she-cats could walk out together. "Now, I must say I do have a taste for fish - oh, but how I here getting wet! Whenever my fur gets wet, I swear I weigh at least the same as a boulder," Peachtree could almost grimace at the all-too familiar thought, "Feels so heavy. Hunting along trees doesn't compare, no, in fact it's much more bearable to pick twigs out of your pelt rather than wait an entire day to dry up. At least, that's what I think, anyway." Up until they reached Hollow Lake, her poor companions would continue to hear her kindly chatter.
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; - Nightshade. It was almost a comedic sight - the pure black tom, lithe and thinly built, walking in between two massively large tom's. With how casually Nightshade strolled along with his patrol, though, one wouldn't be able to tell if he was aware of it or not. "StarClan forbid the Queen's wrath upon us if we bring nothing back." He spoke smoothly, his tail flicking as he followed Needlestrike out of the camp.
Once the three had arrived at Apple Creek, the black tom took his time relishing in the scenery, feeling as if his last visit here was ages ago. At Needlestrike's plan, he nodded in agreement, already putting his focus on finding scents of any prey nearby. "You're the one in charge, brave Needlestrike." Nightshade threw him a playful glance, before bounding away in a different direction, one in which he could sense the scent of a squirrel.
His green eyes were bright and focused on the creatures tiny body as he slowed his footsteps, careful not to be too loud or too cocky with his movements. Occasionally his eyes flickered from the squirrel to the ground in front of him, avoiding any twigs or branches he could see. Slowly, Nightshade neared the creature, who had been rather occupied with searching through a pile of branches for any acorns, but at the very moment he decided to pounce, the squirrel had began to squirm away. Nightshade cursed as he landed where the squirrel had previously stood - the creature definitely knew of his presence now, and it ran off even quicker than the tom could track.
"You lucky thing." The tom shook his head, not discouraged by his failed attempt. He now looked elsewhere for another possible hunt, and a part of him wondered if his partners were having any better luck.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 6, 2019 6:00:57 GMT -5
Good morning
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Post by rose on Aug 6, 2019 6:10:18 GMT -5
morning! i’d really like to just make my characters and rp but since i’m on mobile, getting the images up may prove difficult. could i put those up a little after i make my forms?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 6, 2019 7:34:48 GMT -5
If you’re ok with me waiting for images to put on the front page that’s fine! You can still role play and the claims you made will be kept, just won’t go on the front page yet
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 6, 2019 10:42:04 GMT -5
[ Fox would be fun. ]
Blackeye ; As the patrol set out, the female kept silent. She watched, a few steps behind Burningstar as they kept the rear, ears alert and paws careful. Blackeye paid little attention to Finchpaw, the little apprentice trying his best to show off his skills. It was warming to see how well Peachtree was doing as a mentor but at the same time, young cats were an annoyance with their constant need for approval. How ever the other female got along so well with teaching Blackeye didn't understand, mentoring was only for certain cats. Her long tail swished as they picked their way through the territory, mouth parted to take in the warm air and the gentle weather.
With a quiet calm, Blackeye let her mind drift off into other thoughts. The morning was bright, weather just right for hunting and sunning. It was easier in the daylight for her to nap and sleep than in the night. She found the darkness called to her more while the sun eased her off into a slumber. Hopefully after the patrol she could lay herself out for a while, let the sun hit her black fur just right and catch up on the sleep she didn't get the night before. The warrior let out a gentle exhale, stomach rumbling. There was little fresh prey and she didn't eat before they had left.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 6, 2019 10:44:22 GMT -5
I knew I liked you for a reason Pudge xD Awesome, sounds like a plan.
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 6, 2019 10:45:39 GMT -5
Whichever is fine with me! I'll get my Badger reply up soon. My son is, uh, running around nude atm.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 6, 2019 10:46:20 GMT -5
As you do XD how old is your son?
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 6, 2019 10:48:19 GMT -5
He is 3, almost 4. October is his bday. It's fun... ya know in a stress filled way.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 6, 2019 10:49:20 GMT -5
Adorable xD I am an absolute softie for kids, its actually a bit sad how soft I am XD
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 6, 2019 10:53:15 GMT -5
I've never really liked kids. They never liked me either so. XD My son is the only child that I get along with.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 6, 2019 11:04:22 GMT -5
Fair enough on with replying
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 6, 2019 11:23:08 GMT -5
Badgertooth ; Following besides the smaller, complete black tom, Badgetooth let himself be lead to the Apple Creek. It was a gentle flowing creek, the water not so swallow so that fish lived and swam around but within some places it lowered itself so that cats didn't have to fully swim. Badgertooth didn't mind swimming. It was relaxing even if it took ages for his thick fur to dry, he would rather be paws deep in the water. With Needlestrike's suggestion, the black and white warrior shrugged and padded off. Hopefully the others would get mice and birds, the things he wasn't very good at hunting and he would fish.
The blossoming apple trees stood in gorgeous rows around the creek. Badgertooth padded forward, humming ever so slightly under his breath. With the sun filtering its rays through the trees, it gave off the sweetest scent and even taste in the air. Prey was thick in these parts. Creeping close to the side of the water, the male fell into the practice of patience. Unlike other ways of hunting, fishing required a keen eye and tons of waiting. His shadow, without hovering over the edge, fell behind him and one paw was lifted slightly with intent to strike.
A black movement from beneath the surface, his eyes watched as it circled a fews times leading closer and closer to him. Badgetooth tensed, the broad tom as still as death. The fish wiggled just within range... A paw struck with a slap and claws hooked the slimy creature pulling it from the water and to the land. Badgertooth executed a bite to its spine, killing it. It wasn't a big fish, small and young yet but it was something. A good start.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 6, 2019 12:49:55 GMT -5
I had a whole and awesome reply written up but unfortunately the forums stole it from me, so it will take a little longer to get that written up really sorry. In the mean time - aside from Jekyll and potentially rose who I believe mentioned some interest, who would like to claim a kitten? I don't intend to have one given I already have Dandelionkit, but others are welcome to one. Or will it just be the two kits born. Either way is fine, just wished to check.
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 6, 2019 14:44:52 GMT -5
DuskfernDuskfern couldn't help the snort that escaped her at Shadowblossom's reply and she shook her head in amusement. "Alright then," She drawled, getting to her paws, "I'll be right back." Spinning, Duskfern booked it out of the Nursery and across Camp. She leapt straight over Rarerain where the she-cat sat grooming and barrelled into her Den, not even taking the time to apologise. A large bundle of herbs sat a tail-length from her nest and she snatched it up before quickly swinging around to leave again. Rarerain again got leapt over as Duskfern hurried to return to Shadowblossom's side, but this time the Medicine Cat managed a hurried and muffled "Sorry". Passing Gingerroot and her family, she snarled, "Stay out of the Nursery, I'll call when it's clear." Less than a minute after leaving, Duskfern was slipping back into the Nursery and hurrying to the distressed Queen. "Alright Shadowblossom," She began, setting her bundle down and nosing it open, "Let's get you something for that pain." She gently separated the herbs and grabbed a few Raspberry Leaves, setting them by her nose. "Chew and swallow," She instructed briefly, grabbing the sturdy stick she brought and also setting it nearby, "And gnaw on this if you need to." Shaking her head, she paddedto the Nursery entrance. "Stagleap!" She called, spying the quick tom, "Take some moss and go to Apple Creek, we need fresh water! Go quick and don't stop for anything." Nodding briskly, Duskfern ducked back inside and returned to Shadowblossom. "Alright now," She purred soothingly, "Let's give those leaves some time to work, but if the pain doesn't lessen any, let me know. I have some Fennel and Comfrey Root here I can give you."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 6, 2019 15:00:14 GMT -5
CascadeClan Camp, Blackeye, Furycall, PudgeCat . Jekyll Burningstar Keeping pace with his patrol but remaining to the back, taking the opportunity to explore his home in search of prey it might have for. Not wanting to give the added pressure of not only his father but his leader watching his every movement, the russet tom wove throughout the foliage. Experienced paws taking him with ease throughout the territory, keeping relatively close but offering distance through which the apprentice might truly show off his talents without feeling pressured. The dark furred tom hesitated, licking his lips as the scent of squirrel rolled across his tongue. Definitely a fine offer to provide their dwindling fresh kill pile, the muscled tom leapt up an oak tree. His claws tearing through the bark as though they were clouds, he found his footing and spotted his victim. The fluffy creature nibbling on a nut, oblivious to the threat lingering mere foxlengths from him. Burningstar shot forward, and the fight was over before it had truly begun. Ending the squirrels life before it could even elicit the quickest of squeaks. Smiling victoriously, the tom turned and was about to leap from his point. When he spotted something that caught his breath in his chest. The frame of a ginger fox, aproaching his patrol in the distance. CascadeClan Camp, Duskfern, Lycaonia .Shadowblossom Looking up as the medicine cat reentered the den, a look of pure desperation darkening her gaze as she struggled to lift her head. Her breaths were coming in rapid pants, and her rounded flanks shook with each rolling contraction, each more painful than the next. Shadowblossom would have done anything to lessen the pain, but managed to find her patience at least a little as Duskfern approached at what the young queen considered to be a frustratingly leisurely pace. Doing as she was told with little protest, though grimacing at the bitter taste of the leaves. She settled back down with a soft whimper, the herbs taking the edge of the pain but still it bordeed on the unbareable. "Thankyou," her voice was pitiful as was her appearance. Shrunk against the nest, the naturally small shecat seemed minute in the depths of her nest. Pain wracking her system as she fought against the urge to cry out from pain. Her lips parted to say something further, but pain stole the words from her. Bearing down with all her might, she dragged her claws through the soft moss of her nest - essentially tearing it to shreds with one swipe. With a throaty moan, her first kitten was delivered into the moss between her hind legs. The new mother lifted her head with a soft whimper, attempting to gather the newborn up and pull it closer, but nearly dropping the little creature as pain ripped through her again.
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Post by rose on Aug 7, 2019 1:48:50 GMT -5
seeing as though the miracle of birth is happening right now, just thought i’d hurry up and make him)) kit:
adult:
Brackenkit Brackenkit is a short furred, dusty brown tabby tom with light blue eyes, flecked throughout with spots of green - almost reminiscent of sea glass. As a kit, his pelt is primarily his darker shade of brown; it covers the entirety of his tail, and most of his flank. The tom - though still a kit - is definitely the runt of his litter. Growing up, he retains this small build. Brackenkit is a sweet tom - seemingly lacking a single bad bone in his small body. Though snide remarks will occasionally go through his head, the tom could never bring himself to say them. Despite his kindness, the tom has difficulty staying focused; he’s often distracted by the little things - a branch falling or a stone that seems to be slightly out of place. He enjoys making friends, and will speak to and make a point out of being kind to even those uninterested. He carries his father’s charm and most can’t help but to be swayed by him, while his ambition and loyalty comes from his father as well - though his ambition is limited to wanting to be a great warrior one day, and nothing more (though he isn’t opposed to being leader one day at all). To top it all off, Brackenkit values his family and the relationship he has with them greatly. He’s very close to his brother, and even as he’s growing up, he can often be found helping his mother and just keeping her company. However, he doesn’t find himself able to relate to his father as much, though due to his nature, the tom still tries. roseKit His mother is Shadowblossom, his father is Furycall, and his brother is Sneezekit changing tides
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 7, 2019 2:26:43 GMT -5
So cute
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Post by Moth's Wish on Aug 7, 2019 5:14:22 GMT -5
WhitelionA walking mound of pure fluff and muscle, this pure white tom is quite the handsome warrior. His fur is as white and soft as freshly laid snow, and the only source of color located on him are the bright pink of his nose, inner-ears, and pads as well as the fiery orange of his eyes. Whitelion walks proudly on large paws, his feathery pelt adds to his bulk, making him appear quite large and brawny. Despite his massive size and name, Whitelion isn't the bravest cat.(I'm extremely tired rn, I'll finish later, sorry Dx )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 7, 2019 13:22:29 GMT -5
good evening!
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 7, 2019 13:32:22 GMT -5
*Pokes* I would like a kitten as well, please ^^ Working now, today has been busy 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Are the kits coming in the order they were claimed?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 7, 2019 13:51:08 GMT -5
No problem Lyca! And I don’t really know on hoensty, doesn’t matter too much
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 7, 2019 13:55:16 GMT -5
DuskfernDuskfern sighed, grabbing a few strands of herb from her bundle, she set it down by Shadowblossom's head and gently took the kitten away. "Let me," She urged the Queen, "Eat the Fennel fronds and concentrate on resting before the next kit comes." Carefully nipping the sack surrounding the kitten, Duskfern began licking against the grain of it's fur, cleaning and stimulating at the same time. It took a few seconds, but the kitten started squirming, mewling weakly. Duskfern let out a reassuring purr as she finished cleaning the small form.
Gently picking it up by the scruff, Duskfern carefully nestled it against Shadowblossom's side. She stepped back, admiring the fur of the adorable little thing. "Well, your first kit is a little tom," She informed Shadowblossom softly, eyeing the Queen carefully, mostly to see both if she was still in unbearable pain and if the next kit would arrive soon. Time between each kit arriving tended to vary from Queen to Queen, but there was generally a little bit of a wait.
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 7, 2019 14:17:24 GMT -5
Kitten Image Adult Image Poppykit As a kit, Poppykit is a tiny ball of fluff and claws who often uses her big blue eyes to get out of trouble. Her fur is often tangled and messy, the dull orange and dark grey broken on the underside by a stretch of bright white. As she grows, her fur will deepen in colour, getting much richer, and her eyes will follow suit, becoming a dark, smokey amber. With a dusky nose and paw pads, Poppykit grows from an adorable kit to a beautiful she-cat. Poppykit is a bit of a troublemaker. Rough and tumble as they come, she likes nothing more than a good wrestle with her siblings. Unlike her siblings, Poppykit often expresses the ambition to be Leader one day and continuously bothers any Warrior with time into showing her more fighting and hunting moves, as well as having little patience for any story that doesn't include a magnificent battle. She admires her father greatly and adores her mother as, despite her lack of patience, this plucky kit loves a good cuddle with her family. Lycaonia Kit Daughter to Furycall and Shadowblossom, Sister to Sneezekit and Brackenkit. Changing Tides
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 7, 2019 14:36:29 GMT -5
NeedlestrikeNeedlestrike snorted in amusement, flicking his tail in a goodbye as he headed into the trees. The massive tom sighed through his nose, letting go of some of the aggravation that came from dealing with his Clanmates for any great length of time. His claws flexed as he imagined putting the idiots in their place for once. Shaking his head, he carefully pushed the feelings away, focusing on hunting. Scenting carefully, he stalked through the undergrowth, following a fresh trail. In all honesty, he would rather be on the Patrol. Hunting was never his greatest skill, though he appreciated getting to keep his skills sharp.
Breathing deeply, the Warrior hunkered down further as the scent got stronger, peeking out of the undergrowth. A plump sparrow was pecking at the ground, obviously searching for food. Needlestrike moved forward cautiously, pausing within leaping distance. He took a deep breath and sprang towards the bird, cursing as it startled, taking off with a shriek. For a brief, heart-stopping second, Needlestrike thought he would lose it, but his claws caught on the wing feathers and he dragged it back to the ground with him. Not a moment later, he dispatched it. Huffing in relief, the Warrior's tail curled in pride as he grabbed the bird and buried it, moving on.
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