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Originally Posted by sleepyyjax
Newtbelly 
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend, Killer Aptitude T1 | 24 moons
ShadowClan Enforcer
header: @/daragca
It was early. Very early, even. But, as the sun began to rise even earlier, so would he. He wasn't sure what had brought him to the Evergreen Grotto, it wasn't his usual sort of place. Maybe he did kind of like the pretty dappled sunlight, that filtered through the canopy. Maybe he thought it looked kind of nice, the way the clearing opened up in the sunlight. How mortifying! He tried to think about it tongue-in-cheek, but he was a little embarrassed. He was a cat of the shadows, not the sunlight. He didn't like giving into softness very often, but today, he supposed, he was. Even if it was just in his choice of hunting spot.
The tortoiseshell skulked along, blending into the shadows [shadow fiend] as he weaved around trees, picking between little pieces of sunlight. Then, came to a stop, as he noticed a little grey squirrel - just about to climb a tree. He readied himself, adapting a typical hunter's crouch, and jumped right out of the shadows. [rolled: 17] Claws sunk in, and he killed it with a small sharp bite. Thanks little guy. You'll be a big dinner, to some teeny apprentice - or kit. He yawned, taking a moment to observe the undisturbed scenery before he searched of his next kill.
[+1 squirrel] |
Newtbelly
he/him | 24 moons
Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend, Killer Aptitude T2, Kitty Softpaws
ShadowClan Enforcer
header: @/daragca
The enforcer continued on his hunt, scenting the air and ground as he went. There had to be something more around here at this time. Then, he caught it: more squirrel scent. Nose to the ground, he moved alone, carefully following the trail till it was in hit sights. A little way up a tree. He'd have to jump to get it. [rolled: 11] He crept onward, then, once he was close enough, bundled up his haunches, and lept.
The calico cascaded through the sky, but didn't exactly land on the tree - his forepaws did, but the rest of him down toward the ground. Thankfully, one of those forepaws had managed to spear and grasp the squirrel. He fell to the ground in a lump, but quickly nipped the squirrel to ensure it was dead. What a mess. Thanks for your life, and the tasty meal you'll become, squirrel. Yellow and brown legs clambered back up to stand, then he carried his squirrel over to his collection. Just one more, maybe.
Brown nose lifted to the air, he breathed it in. Some more squirrels seemed to be about, plus there was a hint of mouse. So, he continued to search, padding about the place till he picked up a stronger scent. Mouse - just ahead of him. Newtbelly dropped into a crouch, just in time to see the tiny creature scurrying from bush to bush. It exited another bush and in a flash, Newtbelly darted toward it. [rolled: 18] Claws quickly reached it's fur, and he brought it in for a killing bite. Thanks for feeding ShadowClan, little mouse. He carried it back to his collection. Three was good, but he'd still try for more.
Skulky as usual, he slinked around the grotto, constantly sniffing for a hint of anything. More squirrels were near, their scent dominated the air. He stopped still. The scent was so strong now, it were almost as though they were next to him. Aha! It was scurrying along a pine branch, mere mouselengths from his head. [rolled: 3] He lashed out with his paws, expecting to grasp it with ease, but instead, he went flying over his own paws, and face planted right onto the ground. Ugh. He picked himself up, dusting off and shaking out his fur as best he could. At least he had three pieces of prey. That would do for him.
Newtbelly returned to the hole he was storing his prey in, and grasped it in his jaws. Nothing all that notable, but at least it was something.
[+1 Squirrel +1 Mouse]