I will be sure to ask him when I get the chance. Unfortunately for myself, all senior warriors are like his kittypets. We don't leave his side without permission, Snowfire said, obviously agitated but keeping his voice down so he didn't startle any prey nearby. Flickering his ears back, he froze and listened with rapt attention as Littlestep mentioned valuable information.
Quite a shame to be taken away at such a young age in such a way. But thank you for telling me, that information was quite useful, the senior warrior mewed, his tone grave as he shook his head ever so slightly. Confidence. Such poison these days. The pearl white warrior nodded slightly. Yes. Starclan help me, crows have quite nasty claws.
Taking a few steps forward, he spotted the crow. Big, strong looking. Pulling at something in the ground, presumably a worm. Crouching low, the pure tom began to creeping forward slowly, his turquoise eyes locked on it. The senior warrior wasn't sure if it heard him or spotted him, because the crow crouched and opened it's wings to fly. Instead of stopping, Snowfire lunged a bit to far away, his paw latching onto one of it's talons, dragging the creature down at the exact moment the crow clawed his muzzle in an attempt to get away. Hissing, the tom adjusted his claws onto it's back and messily finished it with a bite to the back of the neck, sighing aloud as he backed away.
His wrap was torn. Glancing at Littlestep, the senior warrior knew he should've probably let the crow go. But with so little prey in such a desperate time, he wasn't about to let go of such a catch. Even if it was sloppy. How bad is it? he mewed, licking at his claws before pawing slightly at the torn wrap.
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