[taillow]

Dustymoth
Truth be told, the large warrior had already forgotten why they were out here. There was not a single thought behind his eyes aside from the way the wind was twirling with the sand on Lionsbeach. It was so... pretty. How could he not be distracted? Lips stretched in a wide grin he let out a surprised 'mrrow!' as the soil changed to sand beneath his paws. "We're at Lionsbeach!" A bit obvious, but it wasn't like Dustymoth had a single care. Just like a kit fresh out of the nursery he began to gallivant across the shoreline, kicking up sand behind him with every leap.

Oh! Hunting, right. Pausing his gleeful skipping the warrior swiped a tongue out to taste the air, taking note of any prey nearby. There wasn't much, given that it was leaf-bare, but near the sore he did spot a... what was that? It was sort of sparkly looking, and weird and... It moved! Dustymoth gave a startled yelp as what he thought was a shell he'd been approaching suddenly got up and scuttled away. What was that? "Since when do shells have legs???" he cried, taking a breath before trying to stop it with his front paws. To no avail of course, as the tiny creature turned to reach back with one of its weird looking claws and pinch Dustymoth's paw.

"Ouch!" Holding his injured paw off the ground, the large warrior looked crestfallen as the creature continued to hurry away. Well, there went that catch, whatever it was. Some sort of shell crab? Turning away from his failure, the RiverClan warrior limped back over to where Moonfrost was, noticing she had picked up a grab. "Oh, dang it! Well, at least you got a catch."

Now he needed to, and just as if StarClan had been listening Dustymoth noticed a small seagull off in the distance. He froze, as though the bird could hear them from all the way down the shoreline. But it was busy tugging at some sort of object, so Dustymoth took that as a sign to stalk closer towards it. Inching in, making sure his crouch remained low... and then finally he pounced! Claws outstretched they landed on the back of the seagull, flinching as the bird let out a loud squawk. "Woah!" Hanging on, the tom hauled himself forward and ignored the flap of the wings that buffeted his face as he latched his teeth into its neck.

After a moment, the wings finally stopped and the bird fell limp in his jaws. It wasn't big by any means, but it was a catch. Now, with the seagull clamped in his jaws and his paw on fire with droplets of blood welling up at the pinch from the creature's claw, Dustymoth turned back to limp behind Moonfrost. Hopefully Snakeheart would forgive his clumsiness - that creature had been terrifying!

[ @RiztheHuntress i apologize profusely for the delay! ]