by tyjodunseph » Tue Oct 24, 2023 9:30 am
Dapplestar || Leader || She-cat || Status: Coming back into camp || Tags; Open
It was warm in Dapplestar’s den, despite a cool breeze flowing in. Her sleep was troubled; too worried about who she’d choose as her next deputy. Images flashed through her dreams of possible candidates, but when she woke, she was still unsure. The she-cat blinked open her eyes sleepily, letting them flutter until she could open them completely. With her forepaws reached out into a huge stretch, her jaws parted into a wide yawn, revealing her fang-like canines. When her stretch was complete, she shook out her fur and gave herself a quick grooming before heading towards the entrance of her den. The camp was pretty quiet, mostly everyone was still sleeping. Glancing at the fresh-kill pile, she saw it was decently full, but he wanted to go out by herself before the clan began to stir.
Trotting through the bracken-filled tunnel, her nostrils flared taking in the scents of the forest and the salty sea. Nodding to herself in contempt, Dapplestar began to quicken her pace, running through the forest like an excited kit. Oh how it feels to be carefree, even just for a bit. She thought to herself.
Mouth parted slightly, she began to take in the scents around her. Dapplestar quickly got into the hunter’s crouch and lifted her tail just slightly off the ground as to not make any noise, holding it still to not be detected. There it was, just a few tail lengths in front of her, a plump, juicy mouse. Slowly she stalked towards it and caught it in her talon-like claws, nipping it on the neck to deal with it quickly. The warmth from the mouse flooded her mouth and she licked her muzzle hungrily. Knowing the fresh kill pile was well stocked and that they were in Greenleaf, she gulped it down quickly before heading back towards camp. Trotting back through the entrance to camp, she noticed her clanmates beginning to stir from their dens.
Dreamheart|| Warrior || She-cat || Status: relaxing ||Tags; Open
A loud grumbling and a pain to the stomach awoke Dreamheart. Clumsy from sleep, she pulled herself to her paws and stumbled out of the warriors den. When she reached the fresh-kill pile she breathed out with relief that it was still pretty full. Her eyes darting across each piece of prey, she finally chose a decent sized vole to nibble on. Vole between her jaws, she walked over to a sunny patch near the edge of camp, sat down and delicately wrapped her tail around her forepaws. She finished the vole quickly and cleanly before curling into a ball to try and get some more rest. Placing her fluffy tail over her eyes, she began to relax; hearing the faint squawking of sea-birds (seagulls) in her ears.
Heavycloud || Warrior || Tom || Status: Just finished solo hunting ||Tags; Open
Heavycloud had been up for a while, hunting whatever he could find to bring back a decent catch to bring to the fresh kill pile. So far he had caught 1 plump squirrel, 2 mice, and a thrush. Before retracing his steps to gather his prey, he stopped by the river to lap up some water. It was icy cold and extremely refreshing; making him feel like energy was being brought back into his legs from all the running around he’d been doing. He pawed away from the soothing sounds of the river to collect his catches, before heading back towards camp.