Skyclaw crouched, staking upon a bird. He leaped, killing the bird with one bite. He picked it up and looked around, making sure there was no other prey just sitting around that he could catch. Seeing that there was none, he headed back to camp.
Rookscreech didn't...feel any different. Just because she was a warrior now didn't mean she had to feel different about the stuff she did. Like now, under the dark night sky. She thought the warriors' den might be more comfortable for her to sleep in but it was not. So, like before, she decided to nap elsewhere.
What was different, she supposed, was that she felt more confident now. She'd be in less danger if something goy to her. Mourning Ruins had been her nap spot of choice but then she remembered the rats she'd heard about.
She wondered why sleeping near her Clanmates felt do wrong. Was it just her usual misanthropy and lonery nature? Or was it because she was born a rogue? She just...didn't want to ne around any of these cats. Then again, who did she want to be around?
Finchpaw.
She wanted to be around Finchpaw.
She missed him.
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Lynxfall sat outside of the camp, letting the cold air wave over him. He felt a deep feeling of loneliness and worry. A feeling of longing even. He missed Snowleap dearly, he missed the talks that they’d have. ‘I wonder when we could see each other again…’ They thought, not noticing their apprentice pad out to look for them.
Lynxfall sat outside of the camp, letting the cold air wave over him. He felt a deep feeling of loneliness and worry. A feeling of longing even. He missed Snowleap dearly, he missed the talks that they’d have. ‘I wonder when we could see each other again…’ They thought, not noticing their apprentice pad out to look for them.
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Padding over to where Lynxfall, they called out to him softly. “What are you doing out here? It’s getting late, not to mention cold…” She said with a shiver. Noticing the pensive look on his face, she realized that he had once again been thinking of his friend. A small frown formed on her face for a second, before smiling again in order to cheer him up. “I know you miss him, but things will be okay, you’ll see! Just give our Clans some time, and maybe we’d be on good terms with RiverClan! Then you could see each other all the time.” Gently bumping against Lynxfall, a small smile appeared on his face as he nodded. She eventually nudged him enough to get him back into the campgrounds where they went to bed for the night.
The mottled she-cat trekked through ShadowClan's territory in silence. She assumed Webthroat was somewhere behind her, but she didn't care to turn and check. He seemed anxious to get out here - or maybe she was reading too far into it. The situation was irrelevant anyhow. Galeflower emitted a low growl. Her mind was too chatty today. Too much speculation was being thrown around. Shut up.
She wove around a large bush and found herself standing only one or two fox-lengths from the border. Perfect. She turned toward Webthroat, tail lashing in anticipation of the hunt. "Alright, you know why we're here. You go right along the border, I'll go left, and we'll meet back here with our prey." Simple and silent. Without waiting for a response, the she-cat spun and headed off along the border in the general direction of WindClan territory.
Before long, the faint scent of a rat caught Galeflower's attention. With a flick of her tail, she was off, darting after the source of the smell. Trees were a blur in her peripheral vision as she twisted this way and that, diving under bushes and leaping across small pools of water in near silence, save for the pounding of her heart and the tiny squeaks of presumed rat-terror. Before long, she had caught up with the creature. It was a scrawny thing, barely old enough to hold its own, cowering against the roots of a tree. She couldn't help pitying the poor thing, but shook her head vigorously, leaping and snapping its neck before she could get any other crazy ideas. It wasn't as if she tortured the poor- stupid thing! Gah, what was wrong with her today?
The mottled she-cat trekked through ShadowClan's territory in silence. She assumed Webthroat was somewhere behind her, but she didn't care to turn and check. He seemed anxious to get out here - or maybe she was reading too far into it. The situation was irrelevant anyhow. Galeflower emitted a low growl. Her mind was too chatty today. Too much speculation was being thrown around. Shut up.
She wove around a large bush and found herself standing only one or two fox-lengths from the border. Perfect. She turned toward Webthroat, tail lashing in anticipation of the hunt. "Alright, you know why we're here. You go right along the border, I'll go left, and we'll meet back here with our prey." Simple and silent. Without waiting for a response, the she-cat spun and headed off along the border in the general direction of WindClan territory.
Before long, the faint scent of a rat caught Galeflower's attention. With a flick of her tail, she was off, darting after the source of the smell. Trees were a blur in her peripheral vision as she twisted this way and that, diving under bushes and leaping across small pools of water in near silence, save for the pounding of her heart and the tiny squeaks of presumed rat-terror. Before long, she had caught up with the creature. It was a scrawny thing, barely old enough to hold its own, cowering against the roots of a tree. She couldn't help pitying the poor thing, but shook her head vigorously, leaping and snapping its neck before she could get any other crazy ideas. It wasn't as if she tortured the poor- stupid thing! Gah, what was wrong with her today?
Webthroat didn't answer, quietly following Galeflower into their territory with an aloof expression. The moment her back was turned, however, he rolled his eyes, moving his jaws in a mocking way as he shot a glare after her. He wasn't an apprentice: why did she think so highly of herself?! Ugh, he always hated cats like that...
The black tabby shook his head. Whatever. It wasn't his job to ridicule her, as much as he wanted to:his task was to hunt. So he walked as far as he could to their border, nose high as he sniffed. It wasn't long before the scent and cry of a crow reached him. Looking around, Webthroat spotted the bird on the branch of an old, rotting oak tree. His blue eyes gleamed, and he dropped to a crouch, stalking forward, before leaving, catching the bird in his jaws before it could cry again.
He held his prey triumphantly and licked his pale gray chest fur before burying it and heading out again. Hopefully his "partner" caught some prey...
The tom moved out of the camp. He didn't stop or anything. Ebonyfang wanted to see how well he could catch up.He did keep his pace slow so he could. There could be owls or large birds who could easily take him off. He didn't want to traumatize himself or Lynxpaw.
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The tom moved out of the camp. He didn't stop or anything. Ebonyfang wanted to see how well he could catch up.He did keep his pace slow so he could. There could be owls or large birds who could easily take him off. He didn't want to traumatize himself or Lynxpaw.
Lynxpaw was careful to not tread on a stick or leaf as he knew how important it was to stay quiet
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