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Post by abyssal on Jan 7, 2013 17:56:35 GMT -5
Crowpaw's ears twitched as snow fell and landed on the rocks around her, melting quickly due to the faint warmth the stones exuded. She was sure she'd heard a little scrabbling out on the rocks... And she refused to go back to camp with nothing! Her chest puffed out, her ears pricking. There it was again, that faint scribbling noise of tiny claws on stone!
She crouched down low, her tail brushing the rocks slightly. She'd come here to hunt because she wouldn't freeze her paws off, not that she didn't mind the cold. She was just small, and it got to her more quickly!
Shaking these thoughts from her head, she prowled forward slowly, her eyes wide.
She spotted movement ahead and flattened herself, knowing that if her prey glanced at her she'd stick out like a sore thumb, what with her black fur against these gray rocks... The tiny brown creature moved forward, away from its hiding place, and her heart thumped excitedly. An easy catch, for sure~!
She stalked forwards carefully, keeping her claws away from the rocks as she crouched down. She leaped then, gasping a little when she realized she misjudged the distance. She reached out to swipe at it, clipping its side. The vole shrieked as it flew with the impact, slamming against a rock adjacent. This stunned it, giving her an opportunity to pounce. She dispatched it quickly, then stood, looking around. Did anyone see that mess up?
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Post by Snap on Jan 7, 2013 19:11:19 GMT -5
Larkfeather strode quietly through the newly fallen snow. She huffed out a warm breath and it swirled neatly into the frozen air by her muzzle. As if on cue, she noticed the little white crystals beginning to fall from the sky again. The medicine cat purred. No, it was not fun to go collect herbs while freezing her paws off, but the snow did make everything look more beautiful.
Turning around the bend to the Sunningrocks, her silvery-blue gaze caught on something dark. She knew which little cat it was as soon as she got a wiff of her. Sitting back on her haunches, she shut her jaws and watched Crowpaw. Truthfully, Larkfeather hadn't hunted in a while. Hunted real, live prey, that was. She hunted for herbs all the time.
Shaking her head, she blinked and refocused on Crowpaw, who had just sprung mightily at the brown creature. She'd just hit it, but barely. Fortunately the little black apprentice recovered quickly and with another swift blow to it, the animal went limp.
"Very good, my dear!" Larkfeather remarked happily, making sure to keep her voice at an appropriate volume. If she scared off any future prey, she'd feel a bit guilty. Padding up to the apprentice, the medicine cat grinned wildly. "That will feed a few, I'm sure."
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Post by abyssal on Jan 7, 2013 20:22:04 GMT -5
The skinny she-cat sighed in relief. It seemed that no one was here... She was about to turn and put the newly killed vole on the ground to cover with snow when she heard the voice. She jumped, bristling in alarm, and turned, about to attack. Then she blinked, her tail waving. "Oh... Hi Larkfeather!" she mewed, her ears burning. How had she not noticed that she was there? Had she been too focused on her prey? Or had her skills faltered...?
No, it couldn't be that! Silly Crowpaw, no way her skills could or would ever be anything below perfect! She grinned, swiping her pink tongue over her muzzle hastily to remove the few small drops of blood there. "What are you doing out here? I can help you hunt if that's what you're doing!" she rushed excitedly, bouncing slightly from paw to paw. The rocks were cooling, and their stony coldness was making her paws and legs ache.
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Post by Snap on Jan 7, 2013 20:36:37 GMT -5
Larkfeather tilts her head happily as the apprentice returns her grin. The black little she-cat bounced through the snow toward her, and her eyes were drawn to the small patch of white on Crowpaw's chest. Larkfeather had always thought that patch was cute, and represented the she-cat nicely. The white spot was by her heart, which, from Larkfeather's view, was a good one. Crowpaw had always been nice to the ThunderClan medicine cat.
Blinking, she snapped herself out of her profiling. Turning her silvery-blue gaze back to the apprentice, she opened her jaws. "Well, I was just out to take a walk, would you like to come with me?" The older she-cat flopped her head to the side. "Though, I suppose if we do find some herbs, we should pick them." Larkfeather turned her head towards the vole, nodding. "We should bury that in the snow, first, my dear. Wouldn't want your lovely catch to get stolen, now would we?"
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Post by abyssal on Jan 7, 2013 20:52:21 GMT -5
Crowpaw smiled widely. "Sure~!" she chirped, her tail waving. Though the medicine cat was kinda boring, Crowpaw knew she had to be nice and respectful. One day, when she roughed herself up fighting glorious battles for ThunderClan, Larkfeather was going to path her up! Plus... StarClan forbid, if she ever decided to have kits... She shuddered at the thought.
She was about to trot on with Larkfeather when the medicine cat reminded her of her earlier triumph. "Oh, yeah!" She rushed back, grabbing the now-cold body and moving over to a little spot, scraping a grave out of the snow. She dropped it in, kicked the snow back over it, and went to join the medicine cat, green eyes sparkling. "Nope! Even though it was an easy catch, the Clan still needs it!" she mewed proudly, puffing out her little chest.
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