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Post by sumatrae on Jan 23, 2013 20:35:02 GMT -5
The day was cold. Very cold. Mild was definitely not a word to describe it. The very air seemed to have frosted over like the tops of the pine trees. Frost as thick as snow crunched under your paws and it hurt bitterly to breath. At mid-afternoon the far off sun was high in the bright, clear sky. Iceberry had already been out on border duty and was now staring intently at a particularly stubborn mouse. Every time the young warrior attempted to sink her teeth into its little flesh, her teeth sent fiery complaints from the cold. The blue she-cat had absolutely no knowledge or care about what was happening in the rest of camp. Her mind was fixated on her problem. Narrowing a pair of vivid green eyes, she figured she needed to find a way to warm it up. Iceberry looked around a little. Nope, nothing there. Wait... maybe she could warm it up enough to break apart with her paws? Carefully the she-cat laid the mouse at her chest and tucked her paws around it, grimacing as it touched her fur.
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Post by Zaabu on Jan 23, 2013 20:39:50 GMT -5
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The mid-Leaf-bare sun shone brightly in the crisp, clear afternoon sky. Weak rays of light bounced off the white snow that blanketed RaggedClan's territory, and a slight breeze picked up icy flakes from the ground and sent them drifting through the air.
The forests below Mount Talon were quiet, for the most part. Then-
Crunch.
Crunch
CRUNCH
Tail waving happily behind her, Windchill trotted through the frozen wood, snow and ice cracking beneath her paws in a very satisfying way. Her bright yellow eyes were dancing with delight as the young warrior made her way to the base of the mountain. The source of her obvious glee flopped two and fro from between her sharp, white fangs; a trout.
It was no secret that the two things Windchill loved most in the world (besides her sister and friends) were snow, and fish.
For the cats of RaggedClan, this was a little odd.
Firstly, cold wasn't something they usually had to worry about; their camp was situated in caves dug into the side of a dormant volcano, and steam vents and thick walls kept their Clan warm and dry, even during the coldest nights Leaf-bare had to offer. Not to say that they were weaklings of course; RaggedClanners could tough out a blizzard with the very best of them. But why worry about something when there was no need to? Most of them relished the heat from the volcano, which was why is was very odd to see Windchill sleeping near the mouth of the camp's cave during Leaf-bare...
And secondly, at the base of their mountain home, an abundance of prey lived in the forest, though scarce in Leaf-bare. RaggedClan was mostly known for eating birds nested on the slopes of their mountain home, and the occasional mouse. So when a warrior entered the caves smelling of ice-water and fish... Well, it wasn't exactly a welcome smell.
Windchill didn't mind the attention. Better some than none at all, right? She didn't have to explain her fondness of fish and cold to anyone she didn't want to. In the moons of Leaf-bare, when the trout gathered beneath frozen ponds to stay warm, Windchill was always there to greet them with a quick claw and an open mouth.
Trotting up the mounatin-side, Windchill entered camp and was greeted by a blanket of warm air washing over her fur. She'd been out since dawn, so the heat was actually a welcome thing, for once. After circling camp, and offering her fish to every kit, queen and elder, Windchill padded back to the fresh-kill pile, sat down off to the side, and ripped a chunk of meat off of her prey.
Perhaps it was selfish, hunting for food no one else liked, but even in Leaf-bare, RaggedClan's food stores did not suffer badly. At the moment, there was a decent amount of fresh-kill in the cave, so Windchill could not feel bad.
Tucking into her meal, Windchill pulled off pieces of fish and gulped them down, licking her lips appreciatively. Another warrior was eating nearby; it was Iceberry, judging by the pelt of the cat who was turned away from her. Windchill straightened, quirking a brow as the other warrior wiggled to and fro, oblivious to the stares she was receiving from some of her Clan-mates.
She seemed to be... Strugging woth something. Craning her head around to see, Windchill had to stifle a laugh as she saw Iceberry's problem; her mouse was frozen.
Stepping forward, Windchill's whiskers twitched in amusement. "Having some trouble there, Iceberry?" She meowed with a grin, her fish forgotten for the moment.
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Post by darkmask7 on Jan 23, 2013 21:33:09 GMT -5
The air was a bit chilly, though the weak sun rays warmed him up a bit. Nightstorm yawned as he got out of the warriors den of RaggedClan. Shaking his fur and licking the leafs out of his fur, the tom made himself look approach able as he was about to go on single patrol. Looking at the fresh kill pile, it was okay, so maybe this time the dark grey tom could hunt for himself. He hasn't done that in moons. Starting to move out, waving his tail in later to his awake clan mates, Nightstorm left the entrance of the camp, scenting that a few other cats had already left before him, so he followed the scent also looking out for prey. Along the way sometime into the warrior's walk, he caught the scent of a thrush in the area. Nightstorm crouched his way over to the bird, quiet as he could be, avoiding twigs,and roots so he didn't trip and scare his prey away. Now close enough, the tom pounced onto the bid, claws out and slashing its wings so the bird couldn't fly away. Now crippled, Nightstorm took his chance to kill it, with a swift blow to the neck and picked it up, continuing to walk toward the cats that were some cougar lengths away. The dark colored tom took his time walking toward his clan-mates. When he reached, he smelt fish on one of them, Nightstorm never tried fish, and it didn't seem to smell so bad, actually it smelt salty. The other cat had a frozen mouse, and the tom couldn't help but chuckle accidentally dropping his prey. Picking it up again and coming closer to the two females, Nightstorm dropped it once more and smiled at them. [glow=red,2,300]"Hello."[/glow] Sometimes being a bit distant usually paying more attention to his sister Mistpaw, he didn't know the names of his other den mates, sadly; So awkwardly Nightstorm asked. [glow=red,2,300]"So uh what are your names' I tend to forget. Mine is Nightstorm."[/glow]
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Post by sumatrae on Jan 24, 2013 19:42:39 GMT -5
Turning her head at the noise of a voice the little she-cat perked her ears and let out a trill, "Yes, its frozen!" She exclaimed, amused. The little creature must have been around for a while. Grimacing slightly the young warrior looked around, registering the quiet buzz of the camp as it was in midday. The she-cat blinked a few times and bent down to lick the flank of her troublesome prey. Nope, still frozen. Iceberry's sensitive gums couldn't handle biting through that. Shaking her head she looked up at the younger white warrior with her vivid green eyes. Politely she figured she should compliment Windchill's fish. She had never minded it much as she wasn't too picky with food, unless it was frozen that is. "That looks like a good fish, where'd you find it in this weather?" the she-cat inquired.
Just then a darker grey tom entered the camp with a fresh smelling bird. He looked kind of awkward but Iceberry didn't notice. The blue tabby wasn't the type to notice those things, it just wasn't in her nature. She only barely managed to register the words he spoke as she looked up at him. He was Nightstorm, she figured. Yes. She had talked to him before over trivial matters, which made it odd to her that he didn't remember her name. None the less, the warrior let out another happy trill and answered him, "Iceberry, it's Nightstorm, right?" Iceberry figured that it would be polite to pretend that not knowing names was normal. Right? Nevermind, it didn't matter all that much anyhow. The she-cat turned back to her mouse, still hard as stone, and frowned.
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Post by Zaabu on Jan 25, 2013 10:12:30 GMT -5
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Windchill laughed at Iceberry's outburst, tail swishing gently back and forth. The poor cat was not having an easy time unthawing the mouse. Windchill turned her head to look at the fresh-kill pile, mirth forgotten as she frowned slightly. Most of the prey there was kept warm by the air in the cave, so it was likely that the mouse Iceberry had pulled out was a piece of prey the dawn patrol had brought in that morning... She'd never heard of something freezing so quickly, but then again, it was a rather cold Leaf-bare, moreso than previous years to be sure... It was either that, or the fresh-kill pile needed to be moved farther back into camp. Lifting a paw and prodding a few of the small bodies, she deduced that yes, most of the prey was still edible. 'Great StarClan, it must've been colder than I thought this morning..."
"That looks like a good fish, where'd you find it in this weather?"
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[/i] Windchill was shaken out of her reverie, and turned to Iceberry, smirking. "I went down past the Dark Forest portal, to Pebble Lake. It's frozen over, but the fish like to stay there in Leaf-bare." Her voice turned a little smug as she continued. "I usually stop by when the first snows come, to crack a hole in the ice before it gets too thick." Windchill was quite proud of her little strategy; a little cold wasn't going to stop her from getting her favourite prey. "Hello."Windchill looked up to see Nightstorm padding over to them, a small thrush in his jaws. He sat down near them and placed his prey on the ground, looking a little nervous. When he asked them their names, Windchill rolled her eyes. "Nightstorm, you have got to be the most forgetful tom in RaggedClan," she meowed uncaringly. "Did you you sleep on your head or something?" "Iceberry, it's Nightstorm, right?"Windchill sat on her rump, almost speechless. "What is this, ShrewClan or something? I'm surrounded by mousebrains!" She was not nearly as polite as Iceberry, and had merely assumed that the other she-cat had begun forgetting names too. "Ugh," Windchill sighed, getting to her paws, "Forget it. Anyway, Iceberry, why don't you take your mouse over to one of the steam vents at the back of camp?" She meowed, flicking her head in the direction of the vents. They were located a little ways past Quailstar's den, near the entrance to a small tunnel. "I'm sure if you waited long enough, the air would thaw that mouse of yours." [/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td] "][/td][/tr][/table][/center] ooc/ Don't mind me, I'm just naming every bit of RaggedClan territory ever. >> << |
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Post by darkmask7 on Jan 25, 2013 21:12:05 GMT -5
Nightstorm smiled at Iceberry’s reply. He straightened up to his regular self and in a more confident voice. You couldn’t just talk to other cats properly without learning their name’s right? The dark colored tom nodded to Iceberry. “Right sorry. Just zoned out on who you both were a bit.” He chuckled, and shivered a bit at the cold breeze blowing on his fur. It was Windchill and Iceberry. Nightstorm obviously wouldn’t forget the cold she-cat. He licked lips and chomped down on his thrush, purring as he hasn’t eaten in sometime. Looking back up to answer Windchill, Nightstorm swallowed his bite, and said defending himself. “If I was so forgetful, I wouldn’t be looking out for my sister, Mistpaw, after my brother attacked my parents killing my mother. I’d rather be taking my time watching over her to make sure she is safe, then remember everyone’s names, Windchill. I’m surprised someone like you hasn’t gotten numb in the head from fishing and sleeping outside all the time. Though then again if you have been doing it most of the time…” He cut off from there. “Whatever, just know I’m not the most forgetful tom in the clan.And good idea.” He agreed with the idea of using the vents to heat up the mouse. “Maybe I should heat up my thrush.” The bird wasn’t that cold, but it also wasn’t all that nice to sink his teeth into.
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Post by sumatrae on Jan 26, 2013 13:34:33 GMT -5
((fffffff just lost my entire three paragraph post ;A;))
“Wow, it must have taken you ages to figure that out!”
Iceberry didn’t note the smugness in Windchill’s voice, or the fact that the white warrior’s head probably didn’t need any more inflating. She was completely oblivious to her intentions as she continued to look perplexed at her frustrating mouse. Suddenly realizing how much of her body heat the cold, hard ground was sapping and lifted herself up. Shaking the frost and snow powder out of her blue coat, the she-cat arched her back and curled her tail in a satisfying stretch before letting her haunches fall to the earth with a thump.
The young warrior didn’t hear a word of Windchill’s rebuke about names, nor Nightstorm’s angry reply. Her ears twitched, eyes fixed on something much higher in the sky. There was a sparrow singing in a nearby fir tree and it fascinated the she-cat. Bright green eyes were glazed as they glittered in curiosity. Tipping her head back even further, she noted the clearness of the cold sky. How enthralling it would be to soar through the wind and glide through the air. She would be able to fly anywhere… Just then, the sparrow shot out of the fir tree, letting out a frantic alarm call.
This jolted Iceberry back into reality just in time for the white she-cat to preach her sermon on what to do about the stiff mouse.
“What a wonderful idea!”
The blue tabby was thrilled, she didn’t mind that Windchill had had the idea instead of her, in fact, she hadn’t really noticed. Oblivious to her surroundings, she picked up the frozen prey carefully and stood up. Each paw was shaken out carefully, they had a tendency to get very cold and it could be dangerous for the young cat. Luckily she actually remembered she had to do that. Swishing her tail across Nightstorm’s nose, the smaller cat leapt forwards before turning to see if the others were following her.
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Post by Zaabu on Jan 27, 2013 2:21:32 GMT -5
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Iceberry, who seemed completely oblivious to the little row that was going on, was already on her paws and heading towards the back of the cave. Windchill however, was sitting there, stiff as a stone, her fish long forgotten. The light-grey she-cat was known throughout the Clan for her fiery temper, and distant persona, though that had improved in recent moons. Still, most cats knew not to test her patience, or insult her without reason. Her earlier comments had been said jokingly, for the most part; she did think Nightstorm was short a few brain cells, but then, she thought that of a lot of cats. So she had not been prepared for Nightstorm's blunt reply.
At first, she was merely surprised; RaggedClan had had it's share of misfortune, to be sure. Not many were likely to forget Blackclaw and his treacherous ways. He was the cat who murdered Featherwind, one of RaggedClan's queens, and everyone had grieved her death. Windchill had known her well enough, as she and Nightstorm had been nursery mates, so she'd seen a lot of the family, and had grown up with Nightstorm. It was for that reason that she had found it odd that he couldn't remember her name, or Iceberry's. She understood what he was getting at, but that didn't excuse his words, or their delivery.
Windchill unsheathed her claws, and dug them into the ground, the fur on her neck and back bristling with anger. "Get your head out of the ground Nightstorm." She growled, standing up with her tail lashing back and forth. "You aren't the only one to have lost someone, so stop whining and trying to make excuses." She huffed, and then turned her back on the dark-grey tom, following Iceberry to the back of the cave. She didn't want to fight with a Clanmate, no matter how mousebrained they were being. She plopped herself down near the steam vent, her ears pinned to her skull, suddenly in a very foul mood.
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Post by darkmask7 on Jan 28, 2013 17:52:42 GMT -5
As soon as the words left the warrior's mouth he immediately regretted them feeling sorry for was he said greatly. He knew he should apologize to the icy female,though then again Windchill might not accept it. He remembered when Stonepaw was taken by a large bird, as Windchill and him were climbing,while Nightstorm was hunting at the time. Later on Windchill's father and mother died sometime after her new sister Mudpaw became an apprentice. Such death's from both families were tragic, and Nightstorm gasped a bit at the thought that Mistpaw would be taken away by a bird. Bringing himself together again, he picked up his thrush and brought it over to where the vents were ignoring Iceberry's tail. Heating up the bird he soon quickly devoured it and then walked over to the pissed off cat. Sitting down next to Windchill, Nightstorm thought of what to say before he'd accidentally piss her off even more. "Look Windchill. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I take back what I said. I'm sorry about Stonepaw, and your parents. I'm sorry about what I said. Sometimes sorry doesn't help..." Nightstorm started to apologize solemnly and then continued. "So what can I do to make it up to you? Catch more fish for you for a week?" The young warrior, hated to see cats mad at him, from his own clan especially. All he wanted was no more losses and if possible, to go to his mother to see her once more.
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Post by sumatrae on Jan 29, 2013 19:45:12 GMT -5
Bounding towards the vents Iceberry laid her mouse on them carefully, nudging it into place with her paws. Shivering a little, she moved closer to the heat source as well, warming her cold paws. Nightstorm's bird had warmed up fast but her mouse needed a minute. Yawning, she sighed, shuffling her paws. The doings of the other two cats were left far behind, she didn't even think to expect that they were talking about anything other than trivial matters. As her paws warmed up the small creature started to steam. So, nudging it again, the she-cat moved it farther from the heat.
Poking the mouse, you could tell the inside was still frozen. This caused a slight dilemma. Frowning, Iceberry sliced the creature's belly open with one claw before turning it and moving it closer to the heat. Finally thawing all the way through, the mouse's form became limper by the second. Her problem solved, the she-cat let out a happy trill and flicked her tail. Soon, she would have a warm juicy mouse to sink her teeth into.
((bit short, sorry. But she isn't really doing much xD))
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Post by Zaabu on Jan 29, 2013 21:15:24 GMT -5
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Windchill pointedly ignored Nightstorm as he approached, choosing instead to watch Iceberry's progress with her mouse. Despite her mood, Windchill let out a chuckle when her steam vent idea worked, and Iceberry's mouse thawed out enough to eat. "I told you it would work!" she meowed triumphantly, tail swishing back and forth.
Nightstorm had had success with his bird as well, and since it looked like they were both tucking into their meals, Windchill stood up to retrieve her fish from its resting place by the fresh-kill pile. She padded back over to the others, the half-eaten trout dangling from her jaws, where she sat down beside Iceberry and began to strip away the rest of the flesh from her fish. Her sharp teeth made quick work of the meat and soon, Windchill was licking her lips, very satisfied and mood significantly improved. Because of this, she didn't immediately swipe her claws across Nightstorm's face when he came over to speak with her.
"Look Windchill. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I take back what I said. I'm sorry about Stonepaw, and your parents. I'm sorry about what I said. Sometimes sorry doesn't help..."
Winchill heaved a great sigh, and turned to look at the dark grey tom. He certainly looked apologetic, all solemn-faced and whatnot. Her earlier words had been made jokingly, but she supposed to a cat who'd just woken up, they might not be welcomed right away.
"So what can I do to make it up to you? Catch more fish for you for a week?"
Windchill smirked at him, and pawed at his shoulder, claws sheathed. "Oh shut up, you great big ball of fluff," She meowed, "You're forgiven. I'll just remember to save the jokes 'til you're fully awake, yeah?" Windchill stood up and shook out her thick pelt, pausing to add with a wink, "And feel free to catch me fish for a moon, mousebrain."
Windchill then trotted over to the entrance of camp, emerging into the light and relishing the brightness of day before turning back to her companions. "Now, if you two aren't too busy, Hailfeather wanted a hunting patrol to go out. Care to join me?"
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Post by darkmask7 on Jan 29, 2013 22:05:50 GMT -5
Nightstorm waited for a reply by Windchill, worried she'd might not like him again. He licked his maw after eating his thrush and his paws, burring the bones. As the light grey cat turned to the dark grey spotted tom, Nightstorm's ears perked up waiting for her response. Wait wha-. He didn't get her at first but then as the warrior listened more, he smiled and rolled his eyes purring a bit. "Thanks Wind chill."Wow she was joking... I probably should stop zoning out and listen more.... He thought. Then as she winked and added another comment to him, Nightstorm snorted and laughed pawing back at her. "Alright, but don't expect too much, I barely catch fish. Also I kinda need to know better spots to find some." The young male walked over to her, nodding. "Sure. I'm up for it." Looking over to Iceberry, who really hasn't been paying attention to anything that was going on so far, he chuckled before saying. "Hey Iceberry! We are going over for a hunt wanna come?" He asked basically announcing it to the whole clan, before some cat scolded him for being so loud, Nightstorm flattening his ears blushing embarrassed. "Sorry." he mumbled.
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Post by sumatrae on Jan 29, 2013 23:40:16 GMT -5
After it was steamed thee mouse had a very interesting texture. Iceberry wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but food was so scarce that she just ate it anyhow. It was warm, which was good. Watching Nightstorm bury the remains of his thrush she checked the pelt of the mouse but after freezing and thawing it wasn't worth saving for her nest lining. Yawning, she too headed off to disperse the remains of the unfortunate mouse.
Not at all bothering to see where the other two had gone (in fact, not even considering it) the blue she-cat flopped down in the clearing to groom herself. Ears, face, flank, everything. She needed a good washing. It was for this reason that she did not hear Windchill's invitation. It could, of course, also been the fact that she wasn't paying attention to anything other than her fur. Sometimes, thee young warrior forgot to multi-task. But, Nightstorm's invitation was much louder than the white she-cat's had been. So loud, in fact, that even the oblivious blue tabby looked up, her vivid green eyes widened in surprise.
"Uhhh Sure!"
Quickly getting over the shock, the she-cat gave a small trill and proceeded to make her own way out of camp. Heading towards the path down the volcano she skidded a little ways down before turning and prancing with careful footsteps. Her leg and core muscles were tensed, keeping her perfectly balanced, even as she wasn't watching where she was going. The young warrior continued to pick her way daintily down the trail, being extra careful not to slip on the frosted snow.
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Post by Antisamo on Jan 30, 2013 0:19:26 GMT -5
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As Burrtuft’s eyes fluttered open, his eyes automatically adjusted to the light of the warriors den, which lay hidden within the walls of the volcano. Instincts told him that it was much later than the sun rising time that he normally woke up at. He blamed the events from last night; too much running had tired his body down to his spirit, if possible. He was not a cat built for running, and he could feel the soreness had settled into what seemed every muscle of his body and even into the marrow of his bones; the day was going to be fun.
His fur stuck up into every which way from a long and restless night of sleep, but it still did not look too much out of place as the normal fluffy fur of his did. He pelt could be both a curse and a blessing, it helped protect him in battle, help keep him warm, and may other things, but it also took too long to dry and slowed down his movements by a landslide. But of course, due to being born with his thick pelt, he was used to it.
After finally maneuvering though his stiffness, and his procrastination that stopped him from getting up, he gave a large, toothy yawn and trotted out from the empty warriors den. He mentally hoped that he had not missed any patrol he was meant to take part in. After giving his pelt a quick shake, and it falling into its normal, out of place placement, he made his way out into the camp. His ears immediately caught the vices of cats far off, and he, having nothing better to do, trotted his way to see them. He was off to the side, when he first saw them, he was able to hear them as they were discussing going out on a hunting patrol.
The words avoided his mind as he investigated the cats. He recognised the grey and black pelt of the tom warrior, Nightstrom, as well as the light grey pelt of the personality filled Windstrom, and the oh so familiar warrior, Iceberry. His face turned from joyful, and confidant, to a complete frown covered, and ears pinned back, annoyed face. It was easy to say that the last encounter of the blue, oblivious warrior had been rather annoying, and not his favorite. He gave a large sigh, and quickly moved so he was more into the sightline of the cats.
“Hey, mind if I come along hunting?” he asked them, most likely butting into the cats’ conversation as it looked as they were about to leave.
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Post by Zaabu on Jan 30, 2013 14:54:56 GMT -5
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Windchill nudged Nightstorm good-naturedly, her tail flicking back and forth. Hey, you may have been loud, but at least you got her attention, right?" she said, smiling as Iceberry trotted over, clearly ready to join them and get going. "Now, we'd best be of-"
“Hey, mind if I come along hunting?”
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[/i] Windchill swung her head around to see Burrtuft approaching, his ears pinned back but looking sincere enough. Windchill quirked a brow at the little looks he was shooting Iceberry, who again seemed rather oblivious to everything that was going on around her. She didn't pry; whatever was going on between them wasn't her business. She instead grinned at Burrtuft and winked. "Sure, as long as you can keep up. Now let's get going!" Windchill turned and fell in line behind Iceberry, who lead the way out of camp and down the mountain. The four cats picked their way down the rocky slope one at a time. The cold weather made the rocks slippery so their going was slow, but eventually, the group reached the bottom. They turned away from the path down to the sea, instead making their way through the forests past the mountain and the entrance to the Dark Forest. The snow crunched beneath her large paws as Windchill padded through the forest with her companions. Through the bare trees, she could see the ashen Leaf-bare sky, overcast and grey as water filled clouds drifted across its vast expanse. Pale, milky light shone dully through the blanket of grey above, just enough so that the day was not as dark as night. Windchill loved Leaf-bare, but it was the days of bright sunlight and crisp snow that she longed for, not the dreary weather that had yet to disperse after nearly a quarter-moon. She sighed, and continued along, mouth half-open to breath in the air and prey-scent that could come with it. As luck would have it, the musty smell of a vole drifted in on the breeze, and Windchill froze, ears pricked up. Hunting was difficult in the forests with so much snow and ice, and though it was only a vole, she could not pass up the chance. Windchill dropped into a hunter's crouch, stalking forward silently, the smell of prey growing stronger as she rounded the trunk of a large Maple. 'There!'[/b] The tiny rodent was digging in the snow, presumably searching for something to eat. It was odd to see one out in the snow, but Windchill did not think too hard on it. It was prey. Bunching her muscles, Windchill leapt into the air and pinned the vole before it had a chance to escape. She lowered her head and bit into it's neck, ending the small creature's life. Sending up a quick prayer of thanks to StarClan, Windchill picked up the vole in her jaws, and trotted back to her companions, tail waving happily. [/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/td][/tr] [tr][td] "][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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