Fang felt the mud reach his paws and grumbled, shaking it off his fur. Keeping his fur clean and hunting was all Fang wanted. A frog hopped through the muddy pools—great, something to fill his stomach. He wasn’t hungry; he just wanted to hunt because he was bored. And he knew he was trespassing. It was just fun to see the Clan cats he loathed get mad at him. He enjoyed agitating them; in fact, it was a hobby to him.
He pounced on top of the frog elegantly, after delicately padding his way towards it. He wondered why any cat would live in these muddy pools. It gets your fur dirty. While he was okay with a little dirt getting on his paws, a splash of mud wherever he walked wasn’t what he fancied.
The cold and bitter air stung at him. Hm, must have been close to leaf-bare. The smell of poison wafted through the air. He remembered other rogues talking about how the river in this place was poisoned. Sucked for the RiverClan cats, he thought. Sheathing his claws after pouncing on the amphibian, he noticed that no cats were around. RiverClan must be bad at protecting their borders. He chuckled at this, grinning, feeling the freshness of the forest tingle at his fur, all at the tips of his paws. He slipped on the toad, grunting; but his ears twitched at the sound of paws tapping against the ground.
Fang attempted to catch a toad. -5 SP
