PrideClan - A Clan of Brave and Strong cats

"I'll go that way and you can go that way," Pidgeonwing said nodding in the directions he was talking about. "Then we can meet back here. Sound good?"

He was excited to get started and do something good for the Clan for once instead of just messing up all the time when he tried to help. This was his moment to shine and he was going to try his best to catch anything he could. He figured even a small mouse would be a better prize than nothing at all.

Gingerheart shrugged. "I was hoping to go hunting. What do you want to do?"

Sup?)

you're fine, christa! id rp, but none of my characters rae open.))

Ginz
"Yes I agree. We should start hunting right now. The clan needs it.", announced Talonfrost also not seeing the fresh-kill pile wasn't that empty.

I'm back what's going on?)

"Sorry, Talonfrost..." She murmured. Hollypaw walked a bit slower, but still excited. She didnt skip anymore, however. Her tail hung a bit lower, compared to before. She listened for any trespassers, but kept Talonfrosts words in her minds.

patrols))

Can I jump in somewhere ?)

(My kitties are open)

Imma assume this is what you are talking about)

Littlestorm noticed movement nearby as she padded through the forest and soon the sound of claws on bark caught her attention. She had gotten bored and decided to go hunting but she had yet to find anything. Perhaps this would be something good for the clan. As she padded over to the source of the sound and scented the air to only find the scent of her clanmate. She looked up and noticed Honeydawn in the tree, watching the she-cat on the branch for a moment. There was a moment of hesitation in the she-cat before she sat down and flicked her ear as she greeted, "Hello, how is the view up there?" Her white fluffy pelt made her very noticeable and she didn't care really. She did try to smooth back some tufts that stuck up by licking them however it just made it worse for the small she-cat.

(I love forgetting everything about how the cat books work.)

Dapplestorm's gaze lingered on Pidgeonwing's retreating form for a moment longer, before he shook his head to himself and set off in the opposite direction.

Something about hunting had always calmed his nerves. Around other cats, he had expectations to live up to. Even though he tried not to pay it much mind, he knew that social situations often made him stumble, and the stress of trying to appease so many cats left him increasingly reserved and self-isolating. It was easier not to bother. Here, though - here, the trees wanted nothing from him. The grass had no roles for him to fill. The clean, crisp air didn't fault him for his cold demeanor or his emotional clumsiness. When Dapplestorm began to hunt, everything else in his life fell away - the stress of his new warrior duties, his concern for his sister, his awkwardness around his clanmates - until he and nature became the only two things in the world still breathing.

A breeze stirred his fur, and he breathed it in, every hair on his pelt focused on catching any animal scent lurking about. Within an instant, he recognized the distinct flavor of robin in the distance. Dropping down, he began to creep forward, placing each paw with utmost precision. All his thoughts fell away. He caught sight of the bird, beak pressed to the earth as it searched for birds, and he prepared to pounce, ready to trap the bird in his paws and -

Nothing. At the last minute, the robin jerked its head up and met his eyes. In a flutter of wings and feathers, it launched itself into the air, crying out in warning as it went. His paws landed hard in the dirt where it's warm body had been only moments before. Helplessly, he tilted his head back and watched his prize catch vanish into the sky.

"Foxdung!" he cursed. Immediately, he ducked his head, ashamed of his outburst. If the bird's warning call hadn't scared the rest of the nearby prey away, his temper certainly had. He shot Pidgeonwing a guilty glance but didn't say anything, reluctant to make the situation even worse.