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warrior | task. hunting | mood. hunting | ginger tabby tom | tags. open
Birdtuft walked along a branch, steadying out his balance with his ginger tabby tail. It flicked every so often, perhaps in frustration. Birdtuft was one of the best climbers in the Clan. AutumnClan wasn't even
supposed to climb. It was his specialty. He smelled the air, then heard something.
Click click click click click! A woodpecker was jabbing a tree. How lousy!
Don't they know not to peck here? Birdtuft wondered, but ignored his thoughts. It was prey, of course it didn't know. He balanced on a high branch of an oak, peering out from red and orange leaves. He advanced to a maple, then leaped to a sycamore. He was so close to the woodpecker's tree! He leaped, snagging it by the throat and expecting a branch, but was met with nothing. He fell through the treetop, plummeting towards ground. His claws tore on a branch, but he clung to it, and relaxed on the branch for a bit. Then he returned to camp.
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leader | task. none| mood. observing | long-haired red tabby she-cat | tags. none
Redstar sat brightly on the High Branch, her tail folded neatly around two petite paws. Her eyes scanned the area. She remembered her former life as Charlotte, or that's' what twolegs called her. She had been bred to be owned, but she had escaped with her sister, Jackie. Jackie, or Leaffire, had found a mate and had a kit, Birdtuft. Leaffire, ironically, died in a fire with her mate. Redstar had only achieved being a leader.
Her eyes wandered over to the entrance. Were any patrols out hunting? She'd noticed that it had been hard to catch prey.
It's the summer, though, she thought. Perhaps she will send one out?