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Post by Ebonstar on Jul 14, 2009 6:35:33 GMT
Following Fivefoot through the territory, Nightfeather purred as the warm summer sun hit his pelt, making it glow like the night. His claws dug into the soft ground and a light breeze blew through the territory. They were heading for the infamous Breeze Hills, the - normally - bountiful hunting grounds on Windclan land. He hoped this trip would bring back to camp with more prey then they could carry, but don't they always? Seeing a flash of colour, he raced after it, flushing the rabbit out of the bushes and giving chase. Quickly closing in, he leapt onto his preys back and killed it. He looked at how far away he had run from his patrol and sighed, picking the rabbit up and slowly heading back.
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Post by Leopardstar on Jul 15, 2009 9:41:26 GMT
>i thought Leopardstar was in it too?<
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Post by risingdusk on Jul 15, 2009 21:42:32 GMT
(OoC: She can join if she wants to =] )
Seeing the young tom sprint after his victim so effortlessly brought happy memories back to Fivefoot. The senior Warriors joints had been playing up ever since last Leafbare and his running was not what it used to be. Still, he gave it a good go, and you cant blame him for that. As the patrol prowled through the maze of small hills and winding dips they disturbed many creatures. A water vole took to the winding stream as soon as it saw them and, not feeling like a RiverClanner today, the old tom let it go. Blackbirds took flight at the sound of the pawsteps on the earth and even a large rook was too scared to hang around once he'd seen the four strong felines padding towards him. It was not long before Fivefoot saw what he'd hoped to find in amongst the wind-ravaged hills. A small scattering of rabbits. There were five in the group, spread out across the side of the grassy slope, their burrow entrance just meters behind them on the other side. Dropping quietly to a crouch so as not to be seen too early the tom beckoned the others with his ears, whispering instructions to all of them, even Leopardstar.
'Over there on the hill, if we play it right we could take one each and still leave one surviving. Nightfeather you're fastest, take the one on the far right, Rabbitpelt the one on the far left, Leopardstar you go for the one just in front of Nightfeathers and I'll take the middle one, the one at the back's not worth bothering with, it's too close to the burrow. When I give the signal, we go as one' he uttered, looking around the group to confirm they all knew the plan. He crept forwards a few more paces to be in with a better chance of catching his rabbit and waited silently, the noise of several twittering sparrows appeared to be upsetting the rabbits for some reason and he wanted to make sure they were not already on the alert before signalling the attack. As their heads went down and their eyes focused on the grass infront of their noses the silver tom crept forwards just one more pace and paused again.
In a rush of movement his ears dropped flat against his head and he bounded up the slope with all the strength he had left in him, his lifeless tail flying behind him in the slipstream his body created, aiming solely for that one rabbit.
The chase was on.
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Post by Ebonstar on Jul 19, 2009 2:05:43 GMT
Nodding quickly, Nightfeather whispered 'Meet here afterwards.' and took up a position on the right wing of the patrol. At Fivefoots signal, he leapt forward, bearing down on the frightened rabbits. Blood pounded in his veins as he flung himself across the moorland, aiming for the one on the far right, as the senior warrior had said. Hearing his pawsteps, the rabbit fled, stupidly running away from it's burrow. Giving chase, the black tom slowly gained on his quarry as it tired, darting to the sides less and less. The wind caused by his speed whipped past him, bringing to him the warm scent of frightened rabbit. Now, he was right on it's heels.
With a grunt, Nightfeather pushed off the ground, landing heavily on the poor rabbit's back. The creature didn't have a fighting chance, and must have realised that, as it flopped over under the cats weight and began to push with it's powerfull back legs, not quite ready to give up yet. But it was going to die. Wanting to end it quickly, Nightfeather wrapped his teeth around his prey's neck and squeezed. With one, final kick, the rabbit's breathing stopped, and the tom stood up gingerly and gave a quick lick to his belly, where the sharp claws of his prey had cut into his skin. I'll need to see Blackrose about that. He thought to himself.
In the back of his mind, a niggling feeling came up, there was something he had yet to do here.Turning to his kill, he looked up at the midday sky and spoke: 'Thank-you StarClan for this rabbit's life. It gave a fine chase and deserves to be remembered for that.' The persistant feeling dissappeared as he said this, satisfied with his thanks. He picked up the body in his mouth and started back. He hadn't gone very far, he realised, as he could still see the meeting place of the hunting party from where he stood. Padding over to the rendezvous point and sat down, giving himself a thorough wash as he waited for the rest of the patrol to arrive.
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Post by risingdusk on Jul 20, 2009 19:17:59 GMT
Within milliseconds of his signal he saw the flash of brown streak off in the opposite direction to him and he launched himself towards it with almighty strength in his back legs. Racing across the heather, darting between the gorse bushes and weaving around the long grass the pursuit lasted for almost a minute before Fivefoot managed to snag a claw in the pelt of the energetic young buck. The pair of them tumbled over together with the impact of stopping too soon and ended up in a heap, Fivefoot on top, his white teeth buried in the rabbits neck as he delivered the killing bite. The rabbit went limp but he didn't let go until he felt the body get colder, rabbits had a habit of playing dead and then bouncing away as soon as you let go of them. To make definitely sure, the older Warrior gave the buck a shake, effectively breaking its neck.
Finally satisfied that it was dead he gave thanks to StarClan for its life and dragged it back across the moor to where the hunt had started. It was quite surprising how far a chase could take you in such a short space of time. He had no idea what had happened to the others and could only smell the blood of his own kill. The rabbit had been foolish really, not to just bounce across to his burrow, but then again most of them were just born that way, with thistledown for brains. As the tom neared the burrow he could see a black tail sticking out from beneath a nearby gorse bush, and as neither Leopardstar or Rabbitpelt happened to own a black tail, he assumed it was Nightfeather. The tom was one of WindClan’s best hunters, fast and agile, he could catch a rabbit much quicker than poor old Fivefoot. Trotting up to the youngster the old cat had trouble catching his breath and collapsed onto his side once he’d added the buck to the pile.
‘Good catch Nightfeather, I thought that one would’ve been the hardest to kill, being so far away from us..’ he puffed, looking up into the greyish green eyes of the other feline as the pair continued to wait.
(OoC: Sorry for using the start of another post I made, but I liked it and as no one replied to it I thought I'd be all green and recycle! =P)
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