| Sprucejumper |
14 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws [T2] - Active | Ultimate Predator - Active | Agatha Kitty - Active | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
Making his way through the thick underbrush of the border, making sure to leave ThunderClan's scent as he scratched a few trees and rubbed himself against a few boulders here and there, the young tom stopped, ears twitching as he heard the voices of cats approaching. Deadpanned eyes narrowed momentarily as he turned his attention beyond the border, realizing with a disgruntled snort that it seemed both ThunderClan and ShadowClan deputies had the idea to send patrols to investigate the border at the same time. Personally, Sprucejumper had no intention to stick around and chat. If these star worshipers were anything like the ones in his own clan, they would be the kill first ask the stars questions later kind of cats. You know, the sensible kind. In star worshiper land. No thanks. He chose sanity.
Unwilling to muck around and find out just how dangerous these felines were, the tom turned around, intent on finding some prey before leaving. It seemed that not all was bad news, however. Even as he went deeper into ThunderClan territory, away from the ShadowClanners he had heard - or so he assumed, the scent certainly screamed ShadowClan, in any case - he could smell them. Mice. A good number of them. Making his mouth water with anticipation.
It didn't take long to find them, hidden in their nest by a bush. They were small, no doubt younger ones that hadn't quite left the comforts of home yet. He almost felt bad, tearing them from their home this way. But the clan had to eat. Sprucejumper had known starvation far too well as a kit to delude himself otherwise.
By the pair he snatched them up, quicker than they as they sluggishly ran away, catching five before the rest scampered further into the underbrush. It wasn't impressive. Not his usual hunt. It had most certainly not been exhilarating in any way either. But it would be enough. Cats could feed on this. Kits could feed on what he'd caught. And if need be, Pokey would send him out again. He always did. He just wished the deputy would send him alone for once in his life. Although the chocolate point supposed he couldn't complain this time. His patrolmates had left him well enough alone. And with ShadowClan showing their ugly mugs around here, there would be nothing unusual to report anymore. A hunt and limited need for speech was a good day for him.
It didn't take Sprucejumper long to catch up to his patrolmates, mice in maw as he noticed them looking down at... something? The bug one had apparently found something, and despite his blank expression remaining unchanged he approached, head tilting only slightly at the curiously frozen frog. Despite himself a glint of amusement lit up his eyes, his whiskers quivering lightly at the sight of the meal. He wasn't sure if it would be edible, but remembering how much the deputy absolutely loathed frogs for dinner, he hoped the calico would be forced to dine on it. Serves him right for sending him here of all places to hunt for food. A shame he hadn't found any. He would have gladly traded a mouse for a froggy treat for the deputy.
"Finished?" the tom managed to say as he gingerly kept a hold on his mice's tails. With ShadowClan in the area, the sooner they could leave, the better.
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