The building winterbleak sun dawned rosy and without inhibition; bitter cold gradually steeping away without the biting influence of a freezing breeze to ward away whatever limited warmth could be gleaned by the snowy day.
Old trees, stiff under the coiling tension of both building snowfall and the worn-weight of constant heavy creatures trekking between fraught branches, rose up all around like a spindly mimicry of bared teeth; casting long, twisting shadows all across the barren and grey earth. Delicate nose aflame with the biting pressure of the gathering chill, Elkpaw's softly-scruffed features remained torqued beneath the weight of a disquieted frown; lifting only slightly in pointed amusement at her friend's failed attempt. "Ah yes, we'll I'm certain that we're all sorely well aware of how much easier it is to hunt for ShadowClanners, as opposed to great and mighty birds." She quipped, chilly tongue slow and clumsy under the beguiling cold air inhaled on the turn of each word.
Ranging outwards from the lean shape of Crickethop with little preamble, synchronized steps upon rocky earth careful and knowing, pale gaze gleaming with the knowing gaze of one meant to be roaming. The faint tap, tap, tap of another bird, unfortunately unknowing of the ruckus inflicted upon the still forest following her friend's failure, lured her in with little complaint; sense of self tense and verging upon buckling under the stress of trying to recall just what Crickethop had done. However, much to her chagrin and the faulty loosing of several sharp-tongued hissings, a conveniently-placed branch served as ample warning for the fortunate little bird to easily escape her clumsy, untrained paws with little effort.
Elkpaw has FAILED to catch a bird!
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