Nom. [open hunt]

Leafbare, leafbare leafbare leafbare... Oh, how the snow had been such an interesting sight to the molly. It dampened her paws in a way that felt familiar, but the chill was certainly unwelcomed. It left dissatisfaction twitching her whiskers, her tail refusing to touch the ground, and the precious mink pelt she had kept so dear being kept neatly in her nest in the warrior's den. It was part of Minksplash's routine since getting home. Change the moss of her bedding, line it with fresh feathers, and then precariously place her mink pelt on top so that it wouldn't get ruined. Of course, in an effort not to waste the moss each day, she'd let it sit outside in a small bundle right beside the warrior's den, airing out and drying from whatever she had brought in from the day prior. That cycle of using two, smaller bundles of moss continued until either patch was well past its due time. Overall, it certainly used less moss, even if it seemed like more in the moment. Having been stuck within the walls of the twoleg shelter had left her rather... peculiar about her sleeping arrangements.

At least, to her benefit, the twolegs hadn't tried keeping the same collar around her neck that had landed on Rowanpaw. They tried, twice, but each time it ended up being maneuvered off of the molly's head. How she had done it was still beyond her, but it wasn't something she was keen on reliving for the moment. No, instead, it was time to hunt. To enjoy the delicacy she'd been depraved of for too long, and swore she could never get enough of from this point on in her life. Fish.

"I'm going to Sunningrocks to hunt, whoever wants to can join me!" She had called out to camp, to no cat in particular. No doubt would a sibling or two of hers would join. Too long had it been since they were all reunited.

The russet molly soon enough found herself on the bank of the river, her tail refusing to fully touch the snow-dusted ground. It was certainly the last of the snow, with the sun on the horizon earlier and earlier each day. But it still dusted the earth she tred, leaving her paws uncomfortably chilled. At the very least, the smooth rocks that they had claimed would offer some warmth. Minksplash swore it was some magical element of Starclan that the rocks held so much heat, but it wasn't something she was even remotely keen on complaining about.

It didn't take long for her attention to focus on the river in front of her. The fish had certainly began swimming again, sensing the change of weather, and it made the red-toned feline much more excited. Her pupils dilated as she watched, the microscopic movements of her face indicating how she changed attention from one fish to another. The reflection of their scales was both something beautiful and enticing all at once, and the gentle chirps that made their way out of her chest only further indicated her fascination. One dared to dart too close, and that was all Minksplash needed as encouragement to attempt to go after it. One paw darted into the water, hoping to hook the creature with her claws. With ease, she hooked beneath the scales, tossing it upon land for her maw to then finish off. It seemed the skill hadn't left her, after all, and a rumble of relief-saturated pride punctuated her satisfaction at her catch.

One down, many more to go. She'd spend all day fishing if she could.

Minksplash attempts to catch a fish. -5 SP
135 / 140 SP

The member 'Kitty' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 4

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'Hunting Dice' : 7

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'Hunting Dice' : 7

Sprucebark was very eager to join his siblings in this hunt.  The whole time he was trapped at the twoleg place he had wanted to be back home and now this was his chance to do just that.  He tailed along the patrol and seeing everyone enjoying the warm rocks and fishing togehter brought a smile back to him.

This is what he had been figthing for, to get to come home and be back with all of them here and now.

The warm rocks felt good on their paws and pelts as he slinked over to sit beside his siblings.  For awhile he didn't hunt at all just was content with them all being back together again.

When a fish did come super close to him though he couldnt let that opportunity just slip by so he snapped a paw at it


He luckily hooked into it and dragged it onto the rocks besides them all.

"Hungry?" he offered pushing it towards Rowanpaw.

The pair always had a bumpy relationship before the twolegs had dragged them away. But now that he knew what it was like, to see his family all get taken away and be without them? Spruce for one was just so happy to be by Rowan's side once again

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'Hunting Dice' : 2

As her siblings and clanmates appeared, a look of pure joy spread across the molly's face. "Nice one yourself, Stormdance!" She purred in congratulation, her tail dancing with joy for their catches momentarily. As Rowanpaw and Sprucebark would join, she had turned her head just in time to see Sprucebark with his catch. A wide smile was sent his way. Sprucebark was easily the sibling she had found herself the farthest with in terms of a bond, but there was no ill will that settled in her heart. He was her brother, through and through.

"Let's see what all we can catch!" Minksplash called out to the small group, picking up her fish and putting it on one of the rocks behind them. "Let's keep stuff over here, yeah? A good spot so we can see how many fish we've gotten." She suggested, gently blowing away any remaining snow.

Returning to the side of the river, she studied the currents intently. She'd get a fish, she'd get enough fish for each of them there! If she couldn't swim, this was the next best thing she could do. Certainly. Her gaze found its way towards Rowanpaw, and she smiled gently. "I've missed fishing, I'm glad we're back home."