[Rose]

 

Originally Posted by sylvia26

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ BrightFire˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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Tom|36 moons old|WindClan Warrior|Ultimate Predator - Not active
"I'd burn the whole world to protect what I love"
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he is very confused to why he agreed to join this apprentice, but then again...he was a warrior and would do anything for his clan, even if that meant teaching this apprentice, which was not his own. "hm?" his ear twitched as he looked at the she-cat, hunting...oh yes. she couldn't tell what she was smelling, so he raised his head and opened his mouth, taking in the scent of...(rolled a 16) "its a rabbit, a young one at that." he meowed as he looked in the direction of the scent (spun a wheel, its downwind) "see how the wind and blowing towards us? its bringing the rabbits scent meaning you can stalk it" he nods his head "we are windclan so we're able to chase it, but first you have to get close enough for that" he meows as he nudges the apprentice, hopefully she was getting this.
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@Rose

Post Count: 45/100 | Purrk(s): Lyrebird’s Lullaby & Don’t Mind If I Do!

Mild TW: Vampirism

Rabbit. A rabbit. She could do that, she could. Hunt.

[ Don't Mind If I Do! Active -> Stolen Purrk; Brightfire's Ultimate Predator ]

Delight laces through her veins as Brightfire says downwind. Downwind. Crowtooth had taught her about this. She could hear his voice now, droning on at the back of her mind about what to do. Always telling her what to do. But for this specific instance... she was okay with it. She could listen to Crowtooth's voice in her head and...

Strawberrypaw was already creeping through the grass, her paws guiding her, chasing an instinct she could not deny. A rare smile tilts her maw, but this grin is more feral than anything, full with predatory satisfaction as her kill valiantly makes a run for it... only too late.

Sharp fangs close around the rabbit's throat, her senses seeming to heighten even more as blood spurts from the wound. At least her prey hadn't suffered long, but now Strawberrypaw was finding it difficult to let go. She only stood over her fresh kill, fangs sunk into its neck, reveling in the red coating her maw and dripping down her chin.