He twitched his bob in ecstasy to response to this. He turned around to meet the corridors of the hills, stalking forward as his fluffy fur bounced around. His paws crunched onto the dry moor grass before he could begin to sense any movements nearby. He crouched down before opening his maw to sniff in any prey-scent nearby. He didn’t want to scare any prey that was near, especially plump ones that were nearby. One scent wispily flew into his nose, its pink tip twitched reacting to this. His blue eyes immediately slit as he went into hunting mode, not minding his surroundings at the moment focusing on one dire spot.
A rabbit hole. He could slightly see some sleek bushy fur peeking out from the dirt hole. He waved his body around making sure not to alert the creature. He placed his stomach to slide across the prickly grass. The rabbit finally placed its paws on the cold grass, sniffing and twitching its nose. As it began to groom itself.
Getting the signal that the rabbit wasn’t as alert, Stumpypoppy silently moved his paws. Making sure no sticks or rubble were in the way of his hunting. Getting closet and closer to the rabbit as it continued grooming, adrenaline picked up as he unsheathed his claws. Steadily ready to bolt over. The rabbit hasn’t seen him in its line of sight, the wind was perfect for this hunting patrol. His heart was pumping, gulping down any saliva that might drop from his jaws.
And he’s off! He bounded his paws against the ground. Racing across the moor like a true Windclanner. The rabbit seemed to notice him as he was just a whisker away from gnawing into the rabbits neck. The rabbit pelted away from its burrow, but he was faster. Doing the same as his legs mustered up tons of confidence due to his Windclan heritage. Racing across the moor as if he were racing with the wind. The amazing feeling of being out on the moor, the rabbit dashed in zigzags. Stumpypoppy huffed before he quickly caught up.
Biting on the rabbits tail to stop it from running. Quick to dig his claws into its fur and gnaw on its scruff. He could feel the running tides of rabbit blood sink into his mouth. The rabbit twitched before going limp, knowing his hunt was successful, he released his grasp from the rabbit. Seeing small bits of clawmarks on the rabbit, he felt guilty.
What if my clanmates won’t like my catch? The rabbit was a bit thin, most likely why it was easier to catch than rabbits in greenleaf. His eyes had a fanatical expression in them, his mouth was curled in a crazed state as he huffed out of exhaustion. Blood got on his milky fur painting his muzzle a crimson red. He jittered before picking the rabbit up by the scruff. Whipping around to head back to camp.
Mission successful poppers!
[ @
Alchemist Kitsune]