Hawkstar
Warrior
Queen Grafix = me
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Hunting
Mar 3, 2006 15:19:04 GMT -5
Post by Hawkstar on Mar 3, 2006 15:19:04 GMT -5
The wind blew and another crisp leaf-bare day lay ahead. In the cold, the prey was scarce, the medicine cat's herbs were often hard to find, and the cats were weak.
But worst of all, the little prey the warriors could use their energy to hunt, was often skinny, stringy, and unpleasant. So they may work hard to get some useless scrap.
Despite his knowledge of all this, Hawkfeather knew his clan still needed the few scraps he could get. So he went out on hunting for fresh prey for the pile.
Soon he spotted a plump vole. He instinctively dropped into a quiet crouch. As he inched closer to the morsel of food, he wondered, 'How is there such a plump little thing in the middle of leaf-bare?'
Yet he was sure to not ponder his thoughts to long, and jumped on the creature. With of swipe of his large paw, he had killed it. He soon would bring it to the elders.
Hawkfeather respected the elders a great deal, and hoped that one day, he would be as wise as them. The elders also had respect for him, for unlike most young warriors, he enjoyed their stories.
He buried his newly caught prey so he may retrieve it later. He awaited for another small animal to come by.
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Hunting
Jul 6, 2006 19:31:47 GMT -5
Post by Rainstorm on Jul 6, 2006 19:31:47 GMT -5
Silver padded to Shining Rocks, intent on finding some prey for the Clan. They were hungry in this shivering leaf-bare, and it was all she could do to bear the cold for a little while and go hunting. Even though she would much rather be curled up in her mossy nest, fast asleep.
She paused just before she reached Shining Rocks, her nose in the air, searching for the source of a familiar scent carried on the breeze. A few seconds later she recognized Hawkfeather's distinctive colorings and hunting crouch. She waited until he had made his catch, a plump vole out of place on the frost-coated plains, to pad over to him, her tail held high.
"Hawkfeather!" she greeted the cat as she bounded over to him. "Good hunting? I saw you catch that vole - it's amazing that it was so plump. I hadn't expected to see anything more than stringy mice and rabbits for moons, not while it's this cold."
Silver's breath came out in a mist as she spoke, the cold wind buffeting into her body, even through her thick winter coat. She shivered, wondering how Hawkfeather had had the energy to pounce upon the vole. Deciding to test her own strength, she made an effort to be still, ears pricked for the sound of any prey nearby.
She caught the scent of a mouse almost immediately, which had no doubt left its cozy hole in search of something to eat. Instead it would meet certain death, Silver thought as she watched the skinny creature draw closer to where her silver belly was pressed against the frozen earth. It wasn't much, but it would feed at least one member of her Clan, which was enough.
When the mouse was within striking distance, Silver leapt up from the ground and pounced, catching it unawares. She killed it with a swift bite to its neck and raised her head, eyes gleaming in triumph. Despite the cold weather and terrible conditions, she was still a superb hunter. She swept her sharp blue gaze over to Hawkfeather and narrowed it defiantly, telling him without words that she too could hunt well in the cold of leaf-bare.
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