[Myling]

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 8 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail]

As the rat smugly took off, Fur stared down at the wound on his wrist with such utter disgust it made her feel like whatever the closet feeling to the word 'NOPE' was. "Hey! What are you looking?" Fur barked, and she quickly tore her eyes from where he was licking the bite. "Get back to hunting, you snob!" She flinched. "A-Alright," She mumbled with a bowed head.

 

[11 or below is a fail, anything above is a success!]

Roll 1 - 16
[prey=mouse]

As the rat had smirked along its hippie jippie way probably thinking something like 'L+Ratio' at Fur, it had also been screaming its lungs out in fear, as you do when you win a fight against something WAY bigger than you. So with all the prey in that area scared off for at least the rest of theyre patrol, Willowpaw was forced to move to another spot, and fur was doing his own hunting nearby like he'd done (Without me knowing) all the times she'd been hunting. Technically this place was not within the range that was considered Shadows Break, but it was close enough for Fur to allow it. She did the hunting squabble doo summon-demon-ritual dinosaur nuggets thingamabob, and a mouse was within detection range of her. And it was sure detected. It had been just out of the range of hearing to hear the shrill screech of the rat, and it was just doing mouse-ly mouse stuff without knowing the tickets-to-death-realm were lurking with non skippable ads.... in the form of cats. She tracked it. And now she could see a little tail that looked too cute to belong to anything that was meant to be eaten. But the mouse itself was something she could bring herself to nom. She focused as hard as she could, and somehow without meditation guides, it worked semi well. WAIT SHE WAS CALM NOW HOW'D SHE DO THIS SHE WAS MAGIC OR SOMETHING. Ohh and no longer calm. 'Was bound to happen eventually' whispered her mind. She gave herself two seconds to think about it and maybe contemplate her life choices before pouncing on the innocent looking tail. The tail- wait no the mouse squeaked with surprise. It turned around to face its attacker, but then realized it was not 'Just a prank bro' and started running for its life. Well, not for long. Not for long before she reeled it in by the tail. It fought viciously, but it couldn't escape her claws.

Oh wow im gonna die, thought mouse creatively.

She clamped shut on the mouses neck, blood running freely like it was a race to see who could reach the ground the fastest. Willowpaw blinked. Then she started fidgeting with her claws, it was a meezly catch, which nobody would be impressed with. And its tail had been really cute. Why couldn't the tail live on? "Hey! You actually caught something! Not completely useless after all." Fur mewed. "Lets check up on the others. I got a vole, a squirrel and a crow. With a small snort of pondering, he mewed, "How much did you get?" Willowpaw felt her face burn. She'd barely gotten anything, a decently big magpie a little mouse. "A-A mouse and a magpie," She muttered.
"Funny, funny, funn-! Wait your being serious? He sighed, "Seriously, get good." That was all he said before he took off to theyre patrol members.

Soon they were all gathered where they'd broken off from. With they're catches put together, they'd caught one magpie, two mice, one vole, one crow, one shrew, and one squirrel. They all took as much of the catch they could hold, but she'd been excused from carrying any of it. She was pretty sure it was meant as someway of mocking her, but right now, it was a relief.

She never wanted to go on patrol with Fur or any of these cats ever again.