[Estelle]

With Beastflame gone one way, Gingerfrost went the other. With his maw agape, he scented the air until the familiar smell of blackbird tickled his nose. It wasn't strong, but present, and he opted to follow the smell. After some walking, the smell growing stronger, the tabby crouched down to eye the calm bird. How did this go again? It's been awhile since he last hunted birds, though if he remembered well, he ought to go for the wings. Getting ready, certain the wind wouldn't betray his presence, the tabby tom waited a few heartbeats for the blackbird to get distracted by something else before creeping closer, and jumping out from the grass. His right paw landed on a wing, the other on it's body, Gingerfrost receiving a few slaps from the bird's free wing. Still, he was able to lean down and give the ending bite to the bird's throat. And that was that. He buried the piece of prey then went on searching for something else.

The next thing he came across was a little mouse; it was a rather quick catch, a simple run and hit and the mouse was down, between his jaws. They were common around these parts, and easy prey to catch, unlike the bird from before. That being said, although the tabby preferred returning well before the other patrols (so he wouldn't miss any potential early reporters), the tabby figured staying out a little longer wouldn't be an issue; he could go for a third piece. Opening his maw again, it wasn't long before he smelled the next victim -- upon closer inspection, a water vole (although admittedly, Gingerfrost didn't see much of a difference between hunting mice and voles). Staying downwind, he hid within some tall grass, eye locked on the little creature. He waited patiently for it to get closer and closer, until it was close enough for him to pounce -- but he was a heartbeat too late, and the tabby felt the vole's tail slip away from below his paw. So, he broke to a chase, quickly pouncing again to lock the water vole under his claws this time, not hesitating a moment to give a final bite.

With that done, he went to retrieve his previously caught mouse and blackbird, slowly returning to the agreed upon meeting place. He had his three pieces, albeit potentially a tad bit late (like he cared), as long as it was before patrols were due it was fine.


[ @ophelia ]