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  • #2142
    mahon [owl]
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    owlbelly

    Content with the group he had chosen, the large tom lead the way out of camp, keeping a steady pace. He felt slightly rushed as if there was an urgency to this hunt. Windclan was dealing with famine, especially not in greenleaf, but they had definitely been preoccupied with the disappearances that hunting went under the radar. In all honesty, Owlbelly felt as if he were failing as a deputy. Sure there were patrols going on, but morale was low. Not only was the fresh-kill pile struggling, but so were the emotions of the clans. Since the disappearances and the death of Coalpaw, the two-toned tom felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. You have to do better. A voice told him, pushed him. 

    Turning to his patrol, the tom thought about the best plan of action. Sure all of them chasing rabbits could work, but was it the most effective? Shifting his paws, he looked around the moors and spotted the burrows that rabbits run into. Owlbelly suddenly lit up when an idea popped into his mind. “Lakewind, Goldenrose, and I will wait by the burrows. Tinyflame and Bouncyheart, you two are faster so you will chase the rabbits right into our paws. Once we’ve got a couple we’ll move to a different location. Got it?” Owlbelly was definitely on the slower side of the windclanners. He had his fathers skyclan build and so while he was a worthy opponent on the battlefield, he definitely wasn’t the best at windclan-style hunting. Waiting for the group to all give a sign of understanding, the tom motioned for Goldenrose and Lakewind to lower their bodies and crawl behind the burrows, waiting for the felines to chase their prey.

    #2159
    Bouncyheart
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    The golden rays of the evening sun lit up the field terrain as the hunting patrol approached the hunting lands. Bouncyheart flicked her tail as the patrol halted. She perked her ears as Owlbelly gave fair instructions on their plan. The she-cat swiveled her shoulders as she was named with Tinyflame to chase the rabbits. “That sounds like a plan,” she mewed as she dipped her head to the deputy. “Good luck to you three. Don’t let the rabbits slip out of your claws! I don’t want to waste my breath and energy for failure” she smiled, winking at the patrol. The WindClan warrior turned to Tinyflame and nodded to her Clanmate before trotted off into the open moors to scout out hungry rabbits nibbling on the grass.

    #2166
    Tori
    Participant

    Tinyflame followed Owlbelly’s patrol out of camp on sturdy and sure paws. She could practically sense the anxiety in their quick pace, but she did not let that feeling deter her from her duties as a warrior to her Clan. Hunts had to be done in order to keep things running smoothly, this every young kit learned. Even in times of crisis, it was no different. Though, the small warrior did not feel particularly stressed by the current low level of the fresh-kill pile. Greenleaf was just upon them, after all. And even if it was hot out, prey would still be returning to them lavishly. There was no time to worry too hard of scarce food supplies, in her naive young mind. 

    She nodded affirmatively towards the WindClan deputy as he ordered off the patrols to split into pairs; she followed Bouncyheart as the older warrior nodded in her direction in indication for her to follow her lead. Tinyflame did just that, keeping herself downwind as the pair approached the source of which they believed their prey to be. In no time flat, the ginger warrior spotted a fleck of brown fur in the near distance. She flicked her tail to her companion to signal her attention towards the rabbit she had spotted herself, and she slowly began to creep around the side of the rodent.

    As the pair of she-cats came upon the rabbit, she noted that it was not by itself. In fact, it appeared that two or three small rabbits all together were grazing carelessly in the moors. Feeling triumphant, Tinyflame pressed herself downward into the tall blades of grass, keeping her pace slow as possible to completely conceal herself in the growth before she hared off to the furry creatures. Her paws slammed purposefully, claws out, jaws snapping, right down in front of the rabbits, startling them successfully into fleeing as quickly as possibly right in the direction of the other half of their patrol.

    #2229
    Bouncyheart
    Participant

    Bouncyheart

     

    Bouncyheart lifted her muzzle into the fresh air, taking in the scents of wild prey. She peaked over at Tinyflame and mimicked the she-cat. The cream warrior crouched down and peered through the long blades of grass, catching a glimpse of what Tinyflame had seen. Three lithe brown and gray rabbits were spotted just tail lengths away. Bouncyheart peeked up to ensure Lakewind, Owlbelly, and Goldenrose we’re ready near the burrows. Once she spotted her Clanmates, she lunged forward with her hunting partner. As she emerged through the blades of grass, she unsheathed her claws before she landed back on the ground right before the rabbits, causing them to jump in fear. Just as Owlbelly had plotted, the terrified prey leaped away, flashing in and out through the long grass towards shelter. But what they didn’t know was that the scare was a trap, driving them towards their own death to provide for the wild cats. The she-cats chased them towards the end of their life, hot on their heels. Bouncyheart snapped her wild jaws and the rabbits hind to push them further. As they reached the destination, Bouncyheart slowed to a halt, leaving the rest of the task to the other half of the patrol to finish the job.

    #2270
    Feared
    Participant

    Goldenrose ~ WindClan Warrior 

    Pupils narrowed as her gaze flickered towards Owlbelly, ears twitching slightly when he decided to speak, although he eyes trailed away from the older feline, but her ears pointed in his direction clearly showed that she was indeed listening to him. It was a good idea, pertaining that the rabbits actually  followed their make shift plan. A soft grunt left her throat as Tinyflame and Bouncyheart walked away, heading further into the open moorland. Tongue running over her teeth as she glanced towards Owlbelly and Lakewind, seeing which direction the toms would take. Giving a small dip of her head to the toms she spoke softly, “Good hunting.. and good luck.” She smiled, but only briefly. The weight of the need of food and the fact that her mate was still not back from the patrol that crossed ThunderClan borders.. she was a worried wee molly, but she was trying not to let her worries get the best of her. 

    Dainty paws gently pressed into the soft grass beneath her, body beginning to lower further and further to the ground, pace slowing down as her belly fur was gently trailing over the soft dirt and grass that had been trampled upon. Vibrant green eyes narrowed in towards the pupils as she could hear the sounds of paws thumping against the ground, growls and Snarls to scare the rabbits in a certain direction. Ears twitching on their own accord, almost like small sonars as she tried to pinpoint just where the closest rabbit would be trying to escape. Even though her white and rose gold patched pelt usually stood out in the green grass, the rabbits weren’t paying attention. A small rabbit was making its way in the direction of Lakewind and Owlbelly, while another small rabbit was trying to make its way past her left side. Smirking slightly, the muscles within her hind legs suddenly tensed when she pushed herself up from the ground, jumping from the tall grass. Goldenrose spotted the rabbit, the dusty brown creature was running swiftly, trying to get past her. However, the wee creature had little time to react when Goldenrose pounced forwards, claws extended as her small paws pressed into the soft pelt of the rabbit, the force of her jump knocking them both over onto their sides. 

    Grunting, the she-cat dug her outstretched claws a bit deeper into the side of the rabbit, she did not want a bloody kill but she also knew she couldn’t afford to let the rabbit get away from her. Shifting her body weight, the rabbit struggled until it’s dying breath, which came swiftly with a jerk of Goldenrose’s chin. Clearing her throat, she stood upright and shook out her pelt, the debris from her right with the rabbit falling to the ground. A bit of a fighter, but she had been successful, nonetheless. Happy with herself, she picked up the rabbit by the scruff and turned, using her nose to find Lakewind and Owlbelly. Hopefully their own hunts had been a success. 

    #2276
    Finch
    Participant

    Giving a silent nod as the roles were distributed, Lakewind slunk away with Goldenrose and Owlbelly before the three split off to cover more ground that might be used as escape routes for their prey. Sliding low across the moorland to stay hidden in the grass, the white stripped tom sniffed the air as his ears swiveled to follow the fading pawsteps of the first patrol. Picking up the scent of a burrow, he quickly made his way over to it, crouching in front of the entrance that was dug out in a sudden dip in the hill.

    Muscles tense as he waited in perfect stillness for several moments, the sudden thudding of pawsteps sent his blood racing as the familiar joy of a hunt commenced filled him. A sharp try and short tussle broke out somewhere a dozen or so yards left of him, and when a second small rabbit darted out of the grass headed towards him he didn’t hesitate to lunge forward and sink his teeth and claws into the soft fur of the creature.

    Having run headfirst into his attack, the kill had been nearly silent– perhaps there had been a small thud– but after a second to catch his breath and re-adjust his grip the large tom stood and began to head over to where he assumed either Owlbelly or Goldenrose was with their own catch. Tinyflame and Bouncyheart would likely meet with them there, as would Owlbelly when he made his kill.

    #2287
    mahon [owl]
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    owlbelly

    The tom let out a hearty chuckle at Bouncyheart’s words before moving away with the rest of the patrol. His eyes followed Goldenrose and Lakewind, watching the smaller felines make their way towards the burrows filled him with a sense of pride and relief. Owlbelly couldn’t help but feel grateful he was surrounded by such talented and respectable warriors, he felt a strong sensation of delight to be a windclanner. Splitting off from the group, the two-toned tom found a hole in the ground that was raised slightly, almost as if it was once a small hill that became a home for the rabbits. Crawling behind the entrance and hiding his body, the deputy waited for Bouncyheart and Tinyflame to begin the chase. Amber eyes glowed in excitement when he saw the two she-cats had started running in their direction. In front of them, he saw three smaller bodies running ahead, letting out terrified squeals as they attempted to find safety. One of the rabbits had chosen to dash to the burrow that Owlbelly was hidden behind and the tom immediately went into the hunter’s crouch, ready to pounce at the perfect moment.

    Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed Goldenrose beginning to struggle with her kill – it was a fighter. Worried that his own target had heard the commotion, the tom turned his focus back to the rabbit and noticed that it began to hesitate. The prey could sense it was being hunted. Just head to the burrow. Owlbelly pleaded silently, watching the rabbit consider turning its direction. Just a bit closer. It was only a few tail-lengths away when the tom could tell the rabbit wanted to change its direction. With no other choice, Owlbelly pounced forward, landing close to the prey but not close enough to kill it immediately. The rabbit let out a terrified squeal and began to turn in the other direction. Owlbelly let out a frustrated growl as he began to chase after it, his powerful muscles allowing him to catch up to the prey. Though he wasn’t the fastest feline, having been given the same build as his skyclan father, the rabbit had grown tired of running and slowed down just enough for Owlbelly to reach behind it. Pushing himself forward with a leap, the tom grabbed it with outstretched paws, claws digging into the preys back. Powerful jaws closing around the rabbit’s neck and quickly ending its’ life, the deputy turned to his patrol.

    Taking a few steps towards them so the group could gather, he placed the prey down and couldn’t help but give a fatherly smile. “You all did well.” He praised, tail swinging in satisfaction behind him. “Let’s start heading back to camp and see what else we could find, maybe smaller prey like mice or voles.” He suggested, dipping his head to grasp the dead rabbit in his jaws before walking forward. The tom walked in between Goldenrose and Tinyflame, blinking gratefully at both she-cats but taking a longer glance at the latter feline. 

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    #2374
    Tori
    Participant

    Their scuffle with luring the prey had been a success, Tinyflame noted, panting as she saw her Clanmates swiftly corner and kill the rabbits they had chased off. Even after a struggle or two, it seemed as if they had all managed to grab something on the way back and this sent the tiny warrior’s heart soaring. Wolfstar would appreciate their hard work out in the moors to replenish their stocks, the Clan would be well fed, and the warriors could all go home with something to eat tonight. Her blue eyes looked over Goldenrose, Lakewind, Bouncyheart and Owlbelly in turn before they returned once more to the two-toned tom at his compliment towards their hunt.

    She felt her ears burn at the deputy’s praise and she flicked them absentmindedly to rid herself of the embarrassment. He wasn’t praising her specifically, she reminded herself, but the whole patrol for their teamwork. Regardless, Tinyflame dipped her head respectfully and motioned with a paw to the large rabbit hanging from his jaws. “Do you need any help carrying that?” She questioned, immediately feeling silly for asking. Owlbelly was much bigger than she, and likely did not need her help to carry large prey, so she turned her attention back around again to the rest of the patrol. “Or, uh, any of you? I can help if you need it.”

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