~•SoиgCłди•~Д Сдт Сłди ЯP. DEPUTY POSITION IS OPEN!

[ChickieBooBoo]

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And i have to go

. Bye!

"And I am back!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

no! Your gone!

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

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"And I am back!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

no! Your gone!

*raises an eyebrow* "??????????????"

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

I killed the thread!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

Sunpaw slipped out of camp to hunt. She headed towards the stream, then remembered it was dry. Sighing she turned around and headed out into the forest.

 

[Blue_Myst]

(I'm here!

And you're both gone

)

The sunlight filtered through the oak leaves, shedding light in dapples that lingered on the forest floor. Below the miniature spotlights, the dark tabby shuffled through the undergrowth, tracking a scent. Every few seconds she paused, bending her head to sniff the ground and breath in the beautiful scent before continuing. It was a gamey, tender, light.

Bird.

Suddenly Lostcry froze, one paw held limply in the air as her green eyes peered through the fern leaves decorating her path. Her lip curled into a smile. There it was. The little bird was perched on a small log, its talons leaving small scraps on the rotting wood. A small, quavering feather stood straight atop its head, a beacon of danger.

Silently, skillfully, Lostcry began to edge around the clearing, keeping to the ferns. Yet her eyes never wavered from her prey, oblivious to her presence. Finally, satisfied with her position, she stopped, muscles tensed, legs underneath her body, power flowing through her very veins.

Suddenly, she pounced.

The bird was no more. With one deft bite, Lostcry found herself crouched over the dead quail, delicious in both its look and aroma. For a moment she bowed her head, giving thanks for the life of the bird that was to feed her clan, cradled it in her jaws, and bounded back to camp.

It had been a successful hunt.

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

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Sunpaw ran into Lostcry on her way back fom hunting. She had caught a skinny squirrel.

 

[Blue_Myst]

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Sunpaw ran into Lostcry on her way back fom hunting. She had caught a skinny squirrel.

Lostcry smiled around the quail, bright fangs glinting slightly in the forest light. She purred approvingly at Sunpaw's kill, and motioned for them to head back to camp. The elders and kits would need to food quickly.

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

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Sunpaw ran into Lostcry on her way back fom hunting. She had caught a skinny squirrel.

Lostcry smiled around the quail, bright fangs glinting slightly in the forest light. She purred approvingly at Sunpaw's kill, and motioned for them to head back to camp. The elders and kits would need to food quickly.

Sunpaw looked down at the squirrel. It was practicly just skin. It had been all she could find, even though she had been out for hours. She sighed, the heat was taking a large toll on the forest. She followed Lostcry back to camp.

 

[BirdNut]

The forest seemed to be battling him with all of it's dangerous weapons, ambushing him all at once with thorned brambles, burrs, and small garden snakes. This was not too much to handle for the thick-skinned he-cat that wandered through it all on silent feet.

His short tail puffed and his ears pricked when he heard a rustling nearby. He had unknowingly stumbled onto the territory of a large, male rattlesnake, which was fiercely guarding it's home, coiled back and positioned to lunge. The he-cat took not a single pace backward and stood still as a statue, a single paw still raised from being in mid-gait when he'd heard the sound. The rattlesnake's dilated ivory eyes had an unblinking focus, it's narrow, slitted pupils following wherever the cat's eyes darted as he planned his retaliation, or retreat. The brambles around him were too tall for his brutish figure to hop over, and the serpent already spotted him. It wouldn't be wise to attempt fleeing. He chose to attack.

He thrashed a paw down on it's neck, quicker than it could do so much more than hiss and snap desperately at the air. It's cheek smeared into the dirt, and it's elongate body twisted and flailed about the air. Deftly, the he-cat placed a hindpaw on the end of the snake's tail to restrain it's attempts at escaping the deadly grasp of his ebony claws, and promptly sank his teeth into the snake's throat. With one last hiss and a rattled gasp, it's life was ended with little pain and suffering. The he-cat lifted his head and whispered a thanks to Starclan for his catch before skinning it of it's scaly armour and eating.

Suddenly, he heard a sound. His tufted ears stood from their relaxed position. Not one, but two sets of quiet pitter-pattering paws, followed by a hoarse purr. He listened intently as he ate his meal.

 

[Gerbil]

Moonscape stood several miles from camp, Jaggedpaw by her side.
By herself, she had left the camp earlier that week on an errand which she had kept to herself. A family matter of sorts.
Now she was on the return journey, accompanied by her nephew, who's goal in life was seemingly to drive her up the wall and out the roof.
He never shut up, always droning on, not to mention his rather depressing pessimistic outlook on most subjects and life in general.

"Why did we stop? Surely it wasn't for my sake, since when do I matter? Who cares abou--"
"WE " she started, swiveling her head to meet his gaze and raising her voice to counter his whining, "stopped because I said so, now hush while I listen"