[Estelle]

Just as he buried his last piece of prey, something flew overhead, pulling the deputy's attention. It was a bird -- a sparrow, that had just landed behind him. ..Odd choice. But he wasn't complaining. Carefully, he scooped a last bit of soil over his prey piece, before slinking down into a crouch. The bird was going about it's day, calmly picking what must be some seeds on the ground -- though the tabby wouldn't know. Careful not to chase it away, Gingerfrost crept closer. Step by step, inch by inch, he drew nearer to the bird, claws unsheathing. Then at once, he pounced. Before the sparrow could even react, Gingerfrost had already locked its wings under his claws, quickly leaning down to bite its neck. That was it. And soon enough, only moments after, he heard Ferretsnap's call. Gingerfrost raised his head, bird still hanging limply from his maw, then left to collect the remaining onf his prey. Though, it might've taken two trips.

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All his prey gathered, it was upsetting to see that there were only three other contestants left, including Ferretsnap, the organiser of this event. Honestly, he'd hoped for more felines to stay. Even he stayed. This was disappointing. Even more so, when he learned that his team (or he, now) lost. All that work for nothing. Sure, hunting isn't his speciality, but he would've enjoyed not loosing - but alas, he lost. And solemnly he had to return to camp. At least, on the bright side, RiverClan would have some extra prey tonight.