Solo Hunting

Thornpaw shook his head, watching as yet another patrol padded out of camp. He was never chosen to go hunting, despite his obvious hunting talent. The pure injustice of this rankled, and the tom was quickly growing bored of everyday training. Perhaps it was time to take his training into his own hands. The tall apprentice sat down, turning to scratch his ear with one back paw thoughtfully. His mentor just wasn't cutting it. Sure, he was a capable warrior, but he was so quiet. He needed a cat who was more... alive. Giving his unruly gray fur a quick once-over with his tongue, the apprentice pushed himself into a standing position and gave himself a quick shake. He looked around quickly, his pale blue-green eyes narrowed. He wasn't sure if apprentices were allowed out of camp on their own, but he couldn't let that stand in his way. All he had to do was avoid being caught.
With a brief yawn, the young tom stretched and casually padded out of camp, his bushy tail flicking around his paws. Once he was certain he was out of sight, he gave a happy hop and scampered into the tall grass, pleased with his success. Sneaking out was the hardest part: now all he had to do was catch something.

Thornpaw looked around, trying to squint through the tall golden grass. His nose twitched. "Perfect..." He muttered. He couldn't see anything in this Starclan-forsaken territory. He'd have to rely on his other senses. Whatever. He wasn't going to let something like that stop him.
With a soft hiss, Thornpaw dropped into a hunting crouch. His large ears had caught a faint tick, tick, tick sound coming from a nearby patch of particularly tall grass. The gray tom's tail twitched, his unruly fur rising. His nose twitched again, trying to decide whether he was stalking a hare or it's short-legged cousin. Deciding it was a hare, Thornpaw carefully maneuvered his way downwind. If it had been a rabbit, he wouldn't've bothered, but hares were notoriously quick runners. He didn't want to lose this one.
With a grunt, the long-legged apprentice struck, landing directly on top of his quarry (a hare) and digging his fangs into its neck with a snarl. Yes!
With a pleased purr, the tom lifted the hare by its scruff. Brindlestar would be pleased.

The member 'Drippy' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 8