ShadowClan Territory

[Hexict]

Originally Posted by Hexict

He looked taken aback when Thistlesplash stated that she liked Geckoleaf, and believed the young medicine cat to be kind. Now that I think of it, I've heard that Marshsnow had been young when she first became a medicine cat as well, the tom thought, noting the coincidence - though they weren't connected. Iceclaw did notice how positive the molly was being, and wondered what it felt like to be that way. He had felt too much actually happiness ever since he left Eversong and their kits, which he's regretted ever since. And even before that it wasn't like Claw had been very father to him, but he had taught him to survive in a way that doesn't involve a lot of positivity. The black and white tom shook his head as he thought about Claw and even Eversong. He wish that there was a way to forget all that - he still wanted desperately to be with his first mate, whom he loved more than Shrew and did feel bad for what he was making Shrew go through; having him as a mate though he doesn't love her back, and then having his kits when he wasn't around to be with them. He hardly even tried to cheer her up when they lost two of their kits during the birth though he had never met them because Shrew told him about her pregnancy and had given birth while he was out. But Iceclaw didn't want to think about that either. He wished that he could start all over before everything seemed to fall apart. When the angora started to answer his question he perked his ears and looked at her. His ice blue orbs widened when she claimed that everything could be beautiful and it was worth getting caught. It was like the first time in their conversation he didn't see her as a cat from another cat, but rather someone that he actually could socialize with. Eversong was somewhat like that, having places just for the two of them that were nice and that she loves - but she never seemed at happy and care-free as Thistlesplash does and it was... refreshing. "Is a lot of cats from Riverclan like you?" He question,knowing that a lot of Shadowclan cats tended to be close-minded, a terrible stereotype that wasn't far from the truth.

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[Casual Scribbles]

"Can we do fighting?" Burrpaw perked up a bit. "But coukd we drop the prey off at camp first?" The tabby couldn’t imagine fighting practice while making sure nothing ate the prey.

[Gusty]

Swiftfang braced his jaws as the apprentice spoke, but he finally gave in to his desires. "Fine; we could stop by the fresh-kill pile for a moment to drop off the prey. But we must hurry, as there's no time to waste." He said, already padding over towards the prey-pile. He could only hope that Burrpaw would get the prey and follow him.

[Ever]

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

The Bengal let out a playful purr as he watched the she cat bound off in search for prey. Choosing carefully, he swerved away from her path a bit and instead stayed just outside the center of the territory where it was less boggy. He decides that perhaps more prey would be located away from all the water. Maybe he would be able to find a lizard or a squirrel. A squirrel this late into the season would be a blessing.
Jaguarclaw padded swiftly through the undergrowth, pausing every once in a while to agent the air. Nothing so far. Anxiety pricked at his paws. Marbledface could have easily caught something by now. The warriors pace increased until the sudden scent of a blackbird caught his attention. "This should be easy... I can still beat her" he murmured, dropping low to the ground pin pointing the bird at the base of a pine tree. It was distracted so the Tom cat silently crept up on it until he thought he was close enough to strike.
So intent on his catch, he didn't notice the sudden softness of the ground beneath him before his paw with the most weight balanced on it sank into the ground up to just below his knee. He let out a hiss of surprise alerting the black bird and causing it to let out an alarm and disappear into the sky. It happened in heartbeats. Jaguarclaw tried to free his leg but his other forepaw sank in his efforts. Frustrated, the tom stood funny, being half stuck in the mud. He froze, debating whether to push down on his hind legs or not. He feared he might become more stuck.
(Sorry if its not as good as I normally post xD mobile messes me up)

It didn't take the molly long to find what she had come for. Frogs in leaf fall were dumb and numb with cold. They sat at the marsh's edge in the sun, trying to heat themselves a little bit longer before they burrow deep into the mud to survive the leaf bare. Sure they weren't the tastiest prey, but that's not what the competition was about it was about the fastest kill. Within five minutes the mottled warrior had a plump bullfrog in her jaws and trotted triumphantly back to the spot she'd last seen Jaguarclaw. Though he was nowhere to be seen so she followed his trail. She wasn't worried until she got within sight of him, his legs caught deep in the muck that made up the majority of their clan's territory. She dropped the frog at the base of a nearby pine, taking no more than a second to scrape one paw's worth of needles over the kill before rushing to the tom's side. She wasn't teasing or malicious in her look, she was actually concerned. It was uncommon but it did happen that cats got seriously stuck and required more than one injured molly to pull them free. "Are you stuck?" she asked, getting a little close, but not enough so reach him yet.

[Midnight Rain]

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits

Mulberrykit was soon up to her shoulders in water, and she still wasn't close enough to reach Frogkit. How long can he hold on for? I can't reach him, or pull him out! She knew she'd never be able to get him out of the splashing current on her own, and she desperately looked around. Pine trees... leaves... dirt... sticks... wait! Mulberrykit glanced around, hoping to find a stick she could carry. When she did she splashed out of the water and grabbed it in her jaws, pulling it towards her friend. "Frogkit! If you can hear me, grab onto the stick!"

Frogkit groaned, lifting his head and biting onto the stick. He remained limp and weak.

[MaskedBandits]

Originally Posted by Midnight ._. (QUACK)

Frogkit groaned, lifting his head and biting onto the stick. He remained limp and weak.

Mulberrykit saw Frogkit bite the stick, and she felt accomplished. I'm not a helpless kit anymore! I'm a hero! Of course, then she remembered she'd have to pull him out of the water using the stick. Oh yeah. Using all of her kit strength, she clenched her jaw on the dead branch and pulled, and pulled, and pulled! It was a slow proccess, but eventually the stick was in shallow water. "Frogkit!" She waded to his side of the stink and tried to grab his scruff. "Comon', Frogkit!"

[Maplefur]

@Spirited Darkness

"Fine by me," Pinestorm purred his answer happily, trotting out of camp beside Redmoon. "So, how come a pretty she-cat like you was going to be hunting all by yourself? I'm sure every cat wants to be in company with you." His usual flirty demeanor was showing through, although inwardly he was worrying about the hunt ahead. He was a much better fighter than hunter, and Redmoon's company would certainly be distracting for him. He could only imagine the embarrassment that would follow any poor catches he made.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Maplefur

@Spirited Darkness

"Fine by me," Pinestorm purred his answer happily, trotting out of camp beside Redmoon. "So, how come a pretty she-cat like you was going to be hunting all by yourself? I'm sure every cat wants to be in company with you." His usual flirty demeanor was showing through, although inwardly he was worrying about the hunt ahead. He was a much better fighter than hunter, and Redmoon's company would certainly be distracting for him. He could only imagine the embarrassment that would follow any poor catches he made.

Redmoon shrugged, trying to ignore the compliments. She didn't really like compliments on the way she looked. She stopped and turned to face Pinestorm, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "Maybe that's because I prefer to be alone." She hadn't meant to snap at him, but she sometimes could have a short temper. Redmoon instantly felt bad. "Sorry, but as you can see, that's why." She said apologetically, twitching her ears, listening carefully for the scuffling of prey, and her nose twitched.

[Maplefur]

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness

Redmoon shrugged, trying to ignore the compliments. She didn't really like compliments on the way she looked. She stopped and turned to face Pinestorm, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "Maybe that's because I prefer to be alone." She hadn't meant to snap at him, but she sometimes could have a short temper. Redmoon instantly felt bad. "Sorry, but as you can see, that's why." She said apologetically, twitching her ears, listening carefully for the scuffling of prey, and her nose twitched.

Pinestorm wasn't fazed- it was typical for she-cats to snap at him when he tried to flirt. It was always either a harsh or a shy response. Shrugging, he perked his ears up as she did, wondering if she heard anything. He thought he heard something behind them, but he wasn't quite sure, and he didn't move towards it in case it was nothing.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Maplefur

Pinestorm wasn't fazed- it was typical for she-cats to snap at him when he tried to flirt. It was always either a harsh or a shy response. Shrugging, he perked his ears up as she did, wondering if she heard anything. He thought he heard something behind them, but he wasn't quite sure, and he didn't move towards it in case it was nothing.

Redmoon pricked her ears. She thought she heard something, but shrugged, deciding she was mistaken. I should be getting back to Stormbird soon.... she thought. He was her friend, and it'd been awhile since she'd seen him. But she pushed him to the back of her mind. "Do you hear something?" She asked, her gaze flitting from shadow to shadow nervously. Her pelt prickled, and she tightened her muscles nervously, looking around. Redmoon shrugged, loosening her shoulders, but moving quietly, breaking into a brisk trot.