Quick Hunting Patrol (closed)

Sitting by the camp entrance, Ryecloud breathed out and watched as his breath dissipated into the frost bitten air. Hopefully some-cat would join him on an evening hunting patrol before it got too unbearably cold, so that he could get back to his warm nest.

Barleytuft had been busy with Oakberry since the injured warrior had found her way back to camp, meaning the she-cat was left mostly to join patrols per his orders. It appeared that there was a cat waiting for an evening patrol. Brookpaw recognized him as Ryecloud. Everycat in Windclan knew of Ryecloud. Even if she had never interacted with him before, the name was easy to conjure up based off of his appearance. She sighed, concerned that it would not be the most productive patrol but swallowed back her concerns and padded over. The russet she-cat meowed, "Are you ready to go out? Barleytuft suggested I join the hunt tonight."

Hearing approaching pawsteps, Ryecloud turned to see Brookpaw, Barelytuft's apprentice. "Bes," the crooked jawed warrior mumbled, giving a nod. "Bets vo," he mewed. Standing up, he began to limp his way out of the camp entrance, dragging his lame leg behind.

The warrior's manner of speech caused her ear to twitch. It was not the most appealing of sounds, nor the easiest to understand. But reverence for all warriors had been trained into her and it was hard not to feel a pang of sympathy as he limped out ahead of her. Despite any challenges Ryecloud had, he still attempted to be a warrior and she found that to be an honorable thing. Brookpaw followed behind the older cat, keeping pace just at his heels even if her paws itched to sprint ahead and let the wind tousle her coat. After a few moments of silence, she spoke up, "Where would you like to hunt? Do you have a preference?"

Padding out of camp and into the open moorland territory, Ryecloud listened to Brookpaw. "Bo," he replied softly as they continued forward. After a few more moments of walking aimlessly. "Bis tis dine," the warrior mewed, stopping in a cleared out area which was surrounded by tall grass. Being as anti-social and awkward as he was, the tom turned away from the apprentice and walked off to begin his hunt.

Lifting his jaw to scent the air for any nearby prey, a seemingly fresh scent hit his nose, and crouching down, he prepared himself. Spotting a hare just a foxlength in front of him, Ryecloud stalked forward. Waiting a few moments, he lept forward as much as his single hind leg allowed him to, claws extended and teeth bared. With a squeal of surprise, the rabbit struggled under the weight of the cat, and sinking his teeth into the neck of the prey, Ryecloud put a quick end to its suffering. So far, so good.

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 1

Her ear flickered with a minor discomfort at his manner of speech. It left something much desire for. However, the apprentice simply nodded and broke away once he did. Allowing the scents to drift into her maw, Brookpaw quickly scented the faint smell of mouse. With expert tracking, the she-cat quickly found the den within one of the many tunnels that ran throughout the moorlands. As the smell grew stronger she waited patiently by the entrance. Soon her pray would be scurrying right into her paws. The wind direction helped to give her a very welcome advantage. There was a flash of brown fur and her paw flashed out only to be met with dirt, "Mousedung. Literal mousedung." Her eyes glared at the spot where the target had been only moments earlier. It appeared the creature was faster than she assumed and had managed to make a lucky dart. Even Ryecloud had managed to catch a rabbit already. Perhaps she just had to keep trying. Rabbits were more her skill anyway. With a sigh, the apprentice turned to continue hunting.

The member 'Reindeer Ripped' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 6

OOC: wanna call it quits before we run into a predator?

IC: Watching as the apprentice took the life of another piece of prey, Ryecloud's attention turned to something rustling in some tall grass a foxlength or so away. Stalking forward with his limp leg awkwardly trailing behind him, he prepared himself to pounce once more. Jumping at a rabbit who was nibbling on some brush, he somehow managed to land without wobbling all over the place and with a swift bite, he finished the prey off. Making his way back over to where he'd buried his first catch, the tom waited for Brookpaw to finish her hunt.

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 2