Dawning Woods

[namen_roodles]

 

Originally Posted by Stellatubby

 

Jackdawgaze

ShadowClan | Warrior | She-cat

black she-cat with short fur and piercing blue eyes.

Jackdawgaze dipped her head at Mosstangle, flicking her tail as she lead her out of the camp. “I wouldn’t mind the company.” She replied with a friendly glint in her eyes, though otherwise her face betrayed no emotion. Like a true ShadowClan warrior, Jackdawgaze behaved as though ice pierced her heart. But, like any cat, she was social in nature and the ice was easily thawed within the heart of her territory in the comfort of her clanmates.

Jackdawgaze lead the way through the forest, claws tearing up the moss as she lead Mosstangle on until they came skidding to a halt, looking out into the green mossy pelted clearing yawning in front of them. She sniffed the air, letting the smell of prey drift into her nostrils.


@namen_roodles

Mosstangle

Shadowclan warrior - 19 moons - Large dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes.
(Purrks: N/A)
~~~

Mosstangle noted how stoic the other she-cat was. She, however, was not of the same cut. Sure, the large tabby could be fierce when she needed go be, but she didn't feel the need to keep that up most of the time. She was far too social for that!

Regardless, it didn't bother her as she trotted along after Jackdawgaze, enjoying the fresh, cool newleaf air tugging ay her pelt. It was a good day. She recognized the density of the forest growing sparce, foliage becoming rare, and the common fog lifting as the pair approached the dawning woods.

Finally, Jackdawgaze stopped, and Mosstangle slowed beside her. Did she smell something? The she-cat raised her head and sniffed the air. Moss, pine, and dirt were the first things she picked up in the air. Then, she caught the scent of squirrel, mouse, and a rabbit somewhere nearby. "Feeling like some hunting?" She asked. There was always a good reason to hunt.

[Stellatubby]

 

Originally Posted by namen_roodles

Mosstangle

Shadowclan warrior - 19 moons - Large dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes.
(Purrks: N/A)
~~~

Mosstangle noted how stoic the other she-cat was. She, however, was not of the same cut. Sure, the large tabby could be fierce when she needed go be, but she didn't feel the need to keep that up most of the time. She was far too social for that!

Regardless, it didn't bother her as she trotted along after Jackdawgaze, enjoying the fresh, cool newleaf air tugging ay her pelt. It was a good day. She recognized the density of the forest growing sparce, foliage becoming rare, and the common fog lifting as the pair approached the dawning woods.

Finally, Jackdawgaze stopped, and Mosstangle slowed beside her. Did she smell something? The she-cat raised her head and sniffed the air. Moss, pine, and dirt were the first things she picked up in the air. Then, she caught the scent of squirrel, mouse, and a rabbit somewhere nearby. "Feeling like some hunting?" She asked. There was always a good reason to hunt.

Jackdawgaze let the scent of squirrel drift toward her. She gave a quick nod to Mosstangle, not letting her voice betray the silence and scare off her catch so soon. Her tail flicked as she followed the scent, instinctively dropping into a hunting crouch. Her tail hovered above the grass, as not to disturb it. As she slowly pawed forward, the squirrel lifted its head. It’s tail flicked in alarm, and to Jackdawgaze’s dismay, she realized she was downwind of the squirrel.
The squirrel dropped its nut and turned quickly to escape, but Jackdawgaze bunched her hindquarters and sprang forward scooping up the squirrel in her jaws and quickly giving it the killing nip. She turned back to Mosstangle, holding her catch in jaws. “That was a little messy.” She mumbled around her catch, a gentler expression on her face now as she expressed her disappointment.

[namen_roodles]

 

Originally Posted by Stellatubby

Jackdawgaze let the scent of squirrel drift toward her. She gave a quick nod to Mosstangle, not letting her voice betray the silence and scare off her catch so soon. Her tail flicked as she followed the scent, instinctively dropping into a hunting crouch. Her tail hovered above the grass, as not to disturb it. As she slowly pawed forward, the squirrel lifted its head. It’s tail flicked in alarm, and to Jackdawgaze’s dismay, she realized she was downwind of the squirrel.
The squirrel dropped its nut and turned quickly to escape, but Jackdawgaze bunched her hindquarters and sprang forward scooping up the squirrel in her jaws and quickly giving it the killing nip. She turned back to Mosstangle, holding her catch in jaws. “That was a little messy.” She mumbled around her catch, a gentler expression on her face now as she expressed her disappointment.

Mosstangle

Shadowclan warrior - 19 moons - Large dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes.
(Purrks: N/A)
~~~

While Jackdawgaze focused on the squirrel, Mosstangle ducked down and went the other way, upwind towards the mouse she smelled. Her favorite prey, just sitting there, nibbling on a seed it must have found in the roots of a pine tree.

The tabby narrowed her eyes, paws light on the ground as she approached, almost silent. Closer... closer... the tabby got ready, eyes focused on the little, brown rodent that she had already claimed as her catch.

One pounce. One bite. That was all that was needed for the tabby to return to where she had left Jackdawgaze with the mouse dangling by it's tail in her jaws. Her ears perked up at the she-cat's comment. "Well, good thing no one saw it." She purred, amused but understanding of the black warrior's disappointment. She shrugged as she dropped her mouse in front of her paws. "No shame in the occasional messy catch. You've got it, and that's what matters."