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[Queen_Conker]

She followed the scent of mouse, limping slowly and quietly through the forest. Maybe not all prey was gone. She followed the scent of mouse, crouching when it got stronger. Ahead of her, she could see a small mouse digging around the roots for a bush. She watched it for a while, getting ready to pounce. She jumped, trying to push hard with her single back leg. She missed, and watched it run away, feeling like a stupid apprentice.

[ℱ ᴀ ɪ ʀ ʏ Ƭ ᴀ ɪ ℒ]

Firefly's eyes widened as he glanced towards his father.

{ Yeah and he saves Firefly. }

[shimmershine43]

(Medicine cat apprentices don't go on patrol, do they..?)

[jaques]

[Considering when they get to the mountains (where the bad cats'll be) he has to die in the fray of the battle saving Firefly, a rockslide is fine, but I can have Russetwish (can't remember name) cause the slide. Btw...We need temporary bad cats.]

Ashclaw met her gaze and nodded, slinking to the tree and placing a paw on the wood. Catching prey in threes were his specialty.

Echosong padded up. "It's getting late...We'll reach the Mountains by sunhigh tomorrow, but we must rest first." She says.

Eagle's Feather nods.

[fletch]

|| Tᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ||

Tempestheart watched as the bird lifted a small speckled wing and preened, chirping pleasantly.
Oh, little bird. I'm afraid you won't need to be doing that anymore. The she-cat thought dryly. Bunching her haunches under her she leapt--landing square on the creature. The bird was knocked down and pinned to the branch, wings thrashing uselessly. Its beak opened to let out a shrill scream of alarm but she locked her jaws around its throat, effectively cutting off its voice. The creature thrashed for a few moments before giving a shudder and eventually falling still. Pleased with her catch, the she-cat jumped from the tree with the bird in her jaws. Her amber eyes flitted to Ashclaw.
"It's pretty scrawny, I suppose. But it'll do for the kits." Tempestheart mewed.

OOC: Sure! ;o Ooh. I don't know if anyone's read Tempest's background (because of my terrible coding it is almost impossible to read) but her father is a rogue. Perhaps he could make a reappearance.

[jaques]

[Sure! Dang...Still can'r remember Russet[word]'s full name.]

Ashclaw nods slowly. "I can try and hunt for some more. I'm best at catches in the trees." He said. "If you'll let me wander that is...I know the perfect place."

Delicatepaw spotted a plumb vole and refrained from hissing. She hated their taste...But it wasn't for her, so she'd catch it anyway. Crouching low, the apprentice crept forward, listless eyes trained solely on the bird before pouncing. The creature looked up in the last moment before two petite white paws landed on it. It had died on impact. Probably something stupid like breaking its neck, Delicatepaw thought, picking it up. The air was clean, she noticed, a change after the awful scent of their old camp. Tigerstripe, Cotyonheart, Tempestheart, and Ashclaw's scent was also there, but...distant. Perking up her ear, the calico she-cat looked around. "How did I...?" A twig snapped to her left as a large, black and white tom slunk from the bushes, a yellow tabby she-cat after.
"Look Fringe, I found dinner." The tom purrs in a sinister tone.
The tabby she-cat, Fringe cackled, lashing an crooked tail. "She looks nice and ripe, Joel." Was her hissed reply.
Mouse dung, Delicatepaw thought, getting into a defensive position.

[Fringe and Joel will be my other bad cats, they get away from this spar, though. Should I do forms?]

[fletch]

|| Tᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ||

"Well only if you--" The tabby paused midspeech. Her nose wrinkled up as if she had caught a terrible smell. "Do you smell that, Ashclaw?" Tempestheart shook her head and flattened her ears in disgust, dropping the bird she held. "Fox-dung! Smells like rogues. You don't think--" The she-cat immediately froze. Her amber eyes flew wide in terror. "Where's Delicatepaw?"

[jaques]

Ashclaw hissed, covering the bird in leaves and pelting off. "Dunno, but most likely over here." He says, tail fluffing up.

Fringe flicked an ear circled the smaller she-cat. "Tsk tsk. Little small." She comments.
"Just right if you ask me," Joel sniffs, looking Delicatepaw over.
The apprentice folded her ears and rolled her eyes. "Why don't you but you mouth where your tails are and eat that." She meows in a bored tone. "I have someplace to be."
The rogues cracked up laughing. "You hear that, Fringe?" The tom cackled, amber eyes glittering with a menacing amusement if that was possible.
"Ha! She's full of herself," Caws the she-cat.
A low growl emitted from the calico's throat as she flung her prey into a bush and lowered her head. "Try me."

[fletch]

|| Tᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ||

The she-cat pounded after the tom, not caring for the noises she made. Good. They should hear her coming. Fur-fluffed up and panting, the tabby exploded into the clearing where the two rogues and apprentice were. "Stop!" She snarled aloud in a voice bristling with rage. Rogues! Where were these cats coming from? Tempestheart knew that if she let another cat fall to them she would be torn apart. They would not get away with it this time.
"What in StarClan's name do you think you are doing?" The deputy growled, unsheathing her claws.

[jaques]

"These rat tails decided to ambush me," Delicatepaw yawned, tail-tip twitching.
"That scent...You're that cat that killed Twitch!" Growls the tabby she-cat, blue eyes blazing.
The black and white tom fluffed up, eyes blazing. "Wait till we tell Russetstar!"
"Russetstar...?" Delicatepaw snorted.

[Russetstar was self named. She has one life, don't worry.]