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Post by waspwhisker on Jul 22, 2012 20:25:11 GMT -10
Taking in a deep breath, Toadnose lifted her nose up into the air, tail flicking slightly as she did. The sun had come out of the clouds that loomed about the sky like a flies over a carcass. She hoped that the fire had not scared off all the prey in this slightly untouched area of the territory and she even knew it was a far cry of hope. The smell of ash and soot still filled her nose, though, to her dismay, but she still managed to pick up a faint scent.
"Hey, Batpelt," the she-cat mewed, flicking her tail for the black tom to come closer. "Do you smell that too?" Excited now, wriggling practically out of her fur, the she-cat turned to the tom, a purr in her throat. "Finally, some prey!"
She continued to drink in the faint, but there, scent, a sort of ease coming over her. The fire had ravaged the camp, and now.... now they had to rebuild. Cedarstar had lost a life, and there was scarce prey among the clans territory.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 23, 2012 7:17:39 GMT -10
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Burned and scarred. That's how meadowclan was now.
His new home had gone down the same road as his old one, and once more he'd been powerless to stop it.
The parched grass might as well have been shattered glass to Batpelt's paws. He followed Toadnose from a distance, senses stretched to their limit, twitching at every sudden sound and cursing his jumpiness. The faint scent of prey that reached his nostrils did little to calm him down; if anything it put him even more on edge. He forced back a yawn with no small amount of irritation (how could his body even think of sleep after what happened?), and moved closer to Toadnose. His expression was bemused as he observed her apparent cheerfulness. He could understand her excitement, the clan needed the food they were about to get, but he couldn't understand why she was so...hm.
"I smell it." he affirmed quietly. "We might have more success if we tag-team it. You know, one of us chases it into the other's paws."
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Post by waspwhisker on Jul 23, 2012 8:42:45 GMT -10
Looking back to Batpelt, a wash of guilt came over her. The dark tom seemed withdrawn, almost as if there was something else biting at his thoughts than just the fire that ravaged their territory. But she simply dipped her head, turning back to the scent trail.
As if instincts completely took her over, the she-cat began to silently pad with the scent, following it over the fire-scorched land. Twigs that weren't completely burnt snapped under her paws, and the smell of soot only stirred more and more into her nostrils, trying hard to mask the scent. But it did not faze the she-cat, as she made quick work over the scorched earth to the scent.
A fat rabbit sat in a relatively green patch of grass, nibbling at their healthy stalks, when Toadnose looked back to Batpelt, tail flicking for him to go around and 'catch' the prey when she chased it to him. Besides, his fur would probably be a better bet in the mounds of soot to the other side of the prey.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 25, 2012 17:13:15 GMT -10
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Batpelt waited for Toadnose to get into position, sharp eyes on the look out for some sort of signal. By her location, he judged it'd be him that'd be going after the rabbit, which was a bit of a surprise. He'dve thought Toadnose would want to make the kill. He supposed it didn't really matter who killed the rabbit as long as they did, but having the pressure on him...
He stalked forward as Toadnose signaled him, moving a distance behind the rabbit. He stayed close enough that he'd be able to catch the rabbit quickly but far enough that he could do so no matter which direction it ran. The black tom crouched low to the ground and flicked his tail up in a swift version of Toadnose's previous beckoning. Hopefully she'd get the message.
"And hopefully I won't make a utter fool out of myself." he muttered under his breath.
It certainly wouldn't be the first mistake he made that week. The first mistake being falling asleep the night of the fire. If only he'd been up. If only he hadn't rested his eyes long enough to sleep to get its nasty, gripping claws in him. Then he might have been able to give the clan an earlier warning.
So many cats burned...It could have all been avoided. It was like seeing Greyfur in pain all over again, and once more it felt as though it was all because he dropped the ball. Would he ever learn? Food and slumber were distractions. He was best off without them.
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Post by waspwhisker on Jul 27, 2012 10:50:09 GMT -10
Olive green eyes watched the tom stalk around to the back of the rabbit. It didn't take him long to get into the position to catch the rabbit when it was chased to him, and with the flick of his tail, she took off like a rabbit, ironic as that was what she was chasing.
Claws unsheathed, she let out a growl as she leaped into a run, spooking the rabbit into Batpelt's direction. "Here it comes!" she hissed, making sure to keep the rabbit in a straight enough line that the tom could snag it. Her paws were starting to falter slightly, not one built for endurance or speed, but kept up as best she could so that it fell into the paws of the tom.
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