by A-train » Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:57 pm
Amberleaf sniffed around in the forest, looking for herbs. Sharkfang and Dragon were still having their heartfelt reunion, but Amberleaf didn't want to just sit there and watch for ages until they were done. Instead, she decided to get in some useful (and quite valuable to the River Segment, too!) herb hunting in. She hoped that Stonefur's cold would not come back, but it was always a possibility, so she figured that she'd have her feverfew and all that at the ready. Unfortunately, not too many herbs grew in this part of the forest, and she sat back, somewhat disappointed.
Silverstripe sat in the middle of the camp, picking at a thrush. She had not had much of an appetite since she'd been rescued from the slave ranks of BloodClan; the memories were just too fresh in her mind, and, besides, they had hardly fed her at all. Her stomach could no longer handle the amount of food it once could, and although Amberleaf had wisely advised her to eat like she normally would in the Clans, except in small portions, and slowly build her way up from there, she couldn't be bothered. She realized that she spent too much time alone, but she really couldn't help it. She couldn't trust herself to interact with any cat without totally breaking down and bursting into tears at the slightest mention of BloodClan, something she seemed to do a lot of lately.
She sighed, getting up and walking out of the camp entrance. She decided, Screw the warrior code! I'll simply eat what I catch, out in the forest alone. I'm sure that Amberleaf and Dragon will understand, and, besides, I feel better eating alone, she realized. She only hoped that this time, she would be able to eat something fresh.
She soon came across a plump young thrush, and she leaped onto it, attacking it and delivering the killing bite almost instantly. It was nice and fat, and her mouth watered, despite her earlier lack of an appetite. She quickly tore into it, thanking StarClan for her luck in catching prey, and praising herself for her wonderful idea. She also apologized for breaking the warrior code, but she really did need to eat something fresh, and alone. That will possibly change. Later. Maybe. One could see that she was very doubtful about that; cats who were abused for moons upon moons without much food in the heart of the evil cats' camp often did end up somewhat, well... irrational.
Snowycloud walked up to Gingertail. He'd just had a nap in the warriors' den, and decided to ask the she-cat if she wanted to go hunting with him; it certainly didn't hurt that he had a little crush on her, too. He yawned and stretched, shaking out his long white fur once he got up, and then continued along the way to the other end of the camp.
"Hey!" He waved his tail in greeting at the she-cat. "What'cha doin'? Would you like to go hunting with me?" He let out a self-conscious purr as he realized that he was finally brave enough to ask her to do it. Or maybe they'd just been in the Clan long enough that they were already good friends; he honestly had no idea, apart from the fact that they'd been in the Clans for currently almost a moon. "Would you like to come hunting with me?" he asked, shyly. Just about there.... He blinked kindly at her.
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