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    Juncoberry
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    Juncoberry

    shadowclan deputy

    Juncoberry knew that he wasn’t the best at hunting. He knew that he usually made himself look like an idiot when he took others out with him and attempted a hunt. Even so, he wanted some time out with Ivorychest alone to become better acquainted with her. They knew each other well, but weren’t especially close. The grey-spattered tom admired her strong, independent disposition; he had always found himself drawn to her character type, seeing himself well in she-cats like her. Being rather open-minded as well, unlike his father, he had never had any qualms about her heritage. He hoped perhaps he could find a good friend in this warrior.

    As he led the way through the forest, he tried making conversation. He had never been great at small talk, but he tried regardless. “What do you think of the snow?” he asked, his steps crunching loudly in the layer that spread over the forest floor. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the noise he was making, almost as though he wasn’t aware of it. He was probably scaring away all prey in this area, but the thought never crossed his mind. He was a bit absent-minded— oblivious, even. It was one of many flaws he possessed.

    #10939
    Saffie
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    :: Ivorychest ::

    Ivorychest had been determained to be lazy for the day. From hunting and helping others, she always found herself busy within the clan. But, as soon as she went to lay down and close her eyes, Juncoberry insisted on hunting together. Her eyes flashed briefly with annoyance but she couldn’t resist his weird charm. 

    As she padded with him into Shadowclan territory, she let out a scuffed laugh as he attempted conversation. “Come now, Juncoberry, you act as if we haven’t spoken. The snow does match my pelt. It’s nice when seen from this one boulder. I’ll take you someday.” She said, putting her plum tail on his shoulder before halting in her steps. Her rounded ears perked, hearing scuttles in the snow. She again used her tail to stop the deputy from trotting any further. “Listen.” She whispered. turning her ear in the direction.

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    #10974
    Juncoberry
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    Juncoberry

    shadowclan deputy

    Juncoberry blinked, a blank look in his eyes as Ivorychest gently scolded him for the way he was talking to her. “No small talk… Got it,” he noted, his brows furrowing as he continued on their path. He was brought to a sudden stop as his companion put her tail out in front of him, hissing a command. His brows furrowed, and he listened closely. Sure enough, there was the sound of something scurrying over the snow. He hadn’t heard it before she had pointed it out, causing his cheeks to warm with a blush. Was he truly that oblivious, that he could miss the exact thing they’d come out here to find? It would seem so.

    The tom’s amber eyes ran over the trees surrounding them, searching for any sign of the prey they’d heard. He supposed it might be better to rely on scent, his nose twitching as he scented for the prey. He was absolutely lost when it came to this, and so decided to let Ivorychest make this kill. They’d return to camp with more prey if he didn’t scare everything away stumbling in blindly and stomping through the snow.

    #11052
    Saffie
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    :: Ivorychest ::

    As her eyes concentrated on a plump mouse scuttling their territories, she contemplated on showing him how it’s done first or doing this one herself since it was a viable piece of fresh-kill that’d benefit greatly to the Clan. “Watch me, Juncoberry. Then next time, you’ll do it.” She said as she waited for the wind to die down before stalking forward, her viperous copper yellow-red eyes locked onto her prey. Petite paws made it easier to not make the snow crunch under them. One paw in front of another, then a swift jet forward, and the mouse squeaked in surprise but wasn’t quick enough to outdash Ivorychest. In a few quick motions, Ivory grabbed the mouse’s head in her teeth and twisted to snap its neck. Saying a silent prayer, she thanked Starclan for providing another meal to survive the harsh winter. She picked up the mouse and put it on her back as she padded to Juncoberry. “Now, it’s your turn.” She purred with a small smile curling her maw.

    #11088
    Juncoberry
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    Juncoberry

    shadowclan deputy

    Ivorychest was much more skilled a hunter than he, admittedly; she dove after that mouse and swiftly killed it, and Juncoberry couldn’t help but be impressed by just how quickly it was done. There was no struggle, no scramble after fleeing prey, and the tom was left speechless. He blinked silently, his brows furrowing as the other warrior came back to him. It was his turn now? Did this she-cat even know what a mess this was about to become? Instead of voicing his concerns, he allowed his expression to relax into a lazy smirk. “I sure can try,” he purred, ears swiveling to try and locate any sounds that might lead him to a catch.

    There was a squirrel digging in the snow not far from him, but Juncoberry wasn’t nearly brave enough to attempt that. One look at his father’s paw had been plenty to scare him off hunting squirrels for his entire life. Raising his nose, he scented the air for a moment. There. Not far from the squirrel there was a bluejay; though he never had much luck with birds, he felt a need to show off for Ivorychest. She was a strong she-cat, and he admired her skill. He wanted to prove he was worth admiring, as well. He turned his attention to the brightly-colored bird, lowering himself without much care for which way the wind was blowing. Was it hitting his hip? It was faint enough he couldn’t tell for sure.

    Stalking closer, the grey-spattered tom felt his heartbeat quicken. He was getting excited– carelessly so. He stepped too heavily, alerting the squirrel and causing it to stop in its foraging and search for the source of the sound. He wasn’t after the squirrel, however, and so didn’t pay it any mind. He was trying to get the bird, right? He kept moving past the squirrel, coming too close to it. It startled, scurrying up the trunk of the pine it’d been under. Its tail was twitching angrily, its jaws parted to yell at Juncoberry in frustration. As if in sync with the squirrel– or, more logically, in response to its alert– the bluejay took off, a single feather fluttering down to the snow as it raised its own call.

    Mousedung,” the deputy spat, blowing a huff through his nose as he straightened himself. So much for showing off, he supposed. “Stupid squirrel. ‘Gonna have to find a new spot now; this one ain’t any good,” he vented with a roll of his eyes. 

    #11114
    Saffie
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    :: Ivorychest ::

    The snowy-pelted female watched as her deputy hunted. Her rounded ear flicked as she heard twisting of a bird. That would be a problem but she had to let Juncoberry learn his errors. Orange-yellow copper eyes watched as the bird alerted his initial prey. Ivorychest allowed him to vent before giving him his evaluation. “It could’ve been better if you tried the bird. They’re overseers of the forest, and even for us. They’ll warn all predator and prey alike when danger is nearby. Let’s try again. Use your nose and taste to gather the next prey.” She instructed as she gestured west.

    #11144
    Juncoberry
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    Juncoberry
    shadowclan deputy

    If it had been some-cat else, some-cat Juncoberry wasn’t so intent on befriending, he might’ve turned and snapped at them for trying to coach him in his hunting. As much as he admired Ivorychest, however, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry of indignant for her advice. He knew he was a poor hunter; he knew he could stand to listen to the tips some-cat might offer him. He wanted to get better, and so needed to stamp down his pride as it rose up in his throat and just deal. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he sighed through his nose and simply nodded. “I was goin’ after the bird,” he informed her, hoping perhaps she’d have some other advice that was more relevant.

    “Yeah,” he agreed, “I probably would do better if I used my nose and not my eyes.” He had a habit of relying on his eyes more often than he really should, considering how good his nose actually was. His scent might’ve been his best sense, and he needed to learn to rely on it in the moment rather than realizing later that his hunt would’ve worked out better if he had. He turned, padding off deeper into the forest. His brows were furrowed, his ego wounded by the show he’d given his companion. “We’ll find someplace else,” he assured the other warrior, “I’ll do better next time.”

    #11169
    Saffie
    Participant

    :: Ivorychest ::

    The pearly furred feminine watched as Juncoberry tried to justify his actions. She didn’t mind he messed up, the best of the best messed up their hunts. Even Ivorychest. She raised an eyebrow as he took charge in taking his next steps in the hunt, giving a nod as he looked in the direction. 

    Her goal wasn’t to have Juncoberry feel bad about his actions, but just to improve upon them. She got to her paws to follow behind him, but the longer they were out here, the fresh-kill on her back lost its freshness. But, she’d stay with her deputy for as long as she needed.

    #11224
    Juncoberry
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    Juncoberry
    shadowclan deputy

    After a bit of walking, Juncoberry stopped, raising his nose to scent for prey. He could smell a bird nearby, as well as a vole. He glanced over at Ivorychest, giving a small nod in the direction of the bird as he turned his paws toward the vole. He was careful this time to keep his steps light, his heart hammering in his ears as he felt the pressure of trying to hunt while being perceived. He could manage okay when he was alone, but trying to do it when some-cat else was with him got him all sorts of nervous, and he made stupid mistakes he normally wouldn’t. He wanted to show off, to show he was competent and that Smokestar hadn’t just picked some idiot to be her deputy.

    He crept closer to the rodent, managing to come close enough to pounce directly onto it. With a swift bite to its neck, it fell limp, without time enough to do more than squeak in surprise. A childish glee rose in the tom’s belly, and he turned bright eyes on his companion as he cheered around the slim creature still in his jaws, “Ha! I did it! Did’ja see that?” A moment too late, he realized what he’d just done and despair could be seen creeping across his face as his jaw fell slack and the vole fell to the ground. “Aah, mousedung,” he spat, giving a harsh huff in annoyance with himself. His shoulders slumped, and he slowly dug his paws into the snow beneath him as embarrassment washed over him. “Done it again,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

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