[JustJoye]

Originally Posted by Maplefur

@Teggy
@JustJoye

Fogfire glanced up at the sun, guessing some time had passed. She picked up her bird, along with a mouse and squirrel, then started heading back to where Nettlenose and Thunderstrike were going to meet back up. She was happy with her catch, though she had to admit that it was just luck that she had been able to catch the squirrel- that or the dumb thing was deaf, as it hadn't reacted at all when she accidentally stepped on a twig.

The gray molly lifted her head, looking at the sky. A cold breeze ruffled her fur, but her coat was thick enough that it didn't bother her all that much. She continued on, her paw steps light and quiet, until she came to the small clearing. It looked like she was the first one back, so she dropped her prey at her paws as she sat down to wait for the others to return. I wonder how much they caught, and if they had any luck. She thought, eyes wandering around the surrounding shrubbery.

Nettlenose's sharp nose twitched at he snuck through the undergrowth. Though he had a two mice and a squirrel hanging from his jaws, he couldn't help but atempt to find some more prey, even in the last few fox-lengths to the entrance of camp. His tail the tip of the snake that was his body, he slithered about the growth and kept his amber gaze narrowed and aware. Left and right, left and right, his orbs scanned the area. He oulled back his whiskers and finally... CLUNK! The rough bark of an oak stopped him in his tracks. He looked forward, and between his eyes was the dark trunk of the tree he'd ran into. He felt his face grow hot with embarrassment, his paws shake as he side-stepped quickly out of the way.

The short steps he took towards the entrance were carefully placed as he nerveswere in high alert. Nettlenose cast his gaze around him before dashing the last few strides into the camp, ears folded. Fox dung! He cursed, flashing a smile at Fogfire. At her side within moment, he spat out his prey.

"Nice catch," the tabby mewed. He twitched his tail towards her squirrel. Nettle knew she didn't have as much experience as a regular ThunderClan cat, having grown up in RiverClan for a while. He was impressed by her ability to snatch the squirrel, even he struggled with his own.

Too embarrassed to brag, and too preaccupied with the prospective bump that was to be forming on his forehead to strike up conversation, he only asked, "Any sign of Thunderstrike?"