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Originally Posted by Daragca
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird
Gorsenose spoke first, a simple question. ”Just hunt where you can find anything, I trust you are old enough to have some common sense?” His words, rather blunt, didn’t mean anything serious. It was just the enforcer’s typical retorts.
He turned again to face young Grottopaw, ”That’s fine, c’mon.” The large tom gestured with his tail to break away slightly from the rest of the patrol in search of his own scent trail. ”Hunting in Leafbare is tough, don’t be disappointed if you don’t catch today.” Owlthroat’s words were still sharp much had a much softer edge to them when speaking to Grottopaw. He weaved into the sparse undergrowth, expecting the youngster to follow. The rest of the patrol were within earshot, he didn’t want to loose track of them in this weather.
Instead his nose pressed to the ground once more, most scents were stale and even if he found something fresh he couldn’t guarantee he’d catch with his noisy paws. ”First, you gotta look for a fresh scent. Think about the fresh kill pile, it’ll smell like that but much stronger. Opening your mouth can help too.” Their best luck today would be a burrow of some sorts, sleepy prey was easy prey. But that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be some effort in actually finding one and driving them out. His eyes were roaming the brush hoping to lock onto anything, there were a few faded tracks. Nothing noteworthy. Until he caught sight of a path of sorts, an area where the leaves had been disturbed in a straight pattern. As if it were the beginning of an entrance, he didn’t mention anything not yet. He wasn’t sure if the youngster would be able to find it by scent, but as he stuck his head closer he got a sharp whiff. Much fresher than anything else.
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Originally Posted by FANNIBAL
Gorsenose held back a sneer at the retort, but he was right, she did have common sense. More than enough to know not to turn her lips up at an enforcer. "M'kay." She grunted, sniffing around for a scent when she finally got one: frog. It was loose and thin, yet trackable... So it's worth a shot. "I smell a frog. Wouldn't bet on a catch but I'll try it."
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Grottopaw cast the others a sideways glance before following after Owlthroat. Moving away from the others was preferable; smaller groups were better than the patrol of four Mistlewhisker had put him on. He put Gorsenose and Honeybreeze at the back of his mind and focused instead on the Enforcer.
He pressed his nose against the ground again before lifting up his head to try to catch wind of anything noticeable. Like the freshkill pile... nothing really stuck out to him, and he furrowed his brows together in frustration. What was he supposed to be smelling, even? Everything was all snow and dirt and pines. There was
maybe something else underneath it all, but he couldn't be sure.
He pinned his ears back and gave Owlthroat a frustrated look.
"Nothing."
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