Run in the Cold

Frogmarsh paced the clearing, muttering to herself and ignoring the prickles of hunger in her stomach. She had fallen asleep early last night and woken to an empty fresh-kill pile. The gray warrior caught sight of another cat and immediately approached, mewing, "Hey - come for a hunt with me! We need it." More importantly, I'm hungry!

"Alright." Burntpaw agreed easily, never the one to reject an opportunity for the hunt. Besides, it was true, cats were growing leaner by the day. If it weren't for the fact that he had grown accustomed to the sensation, the apprentice would have noticed his own hunger. Besides, Frogmarsh was an interesting cat to him. Hunting with her should be a thrill. While his natural leadership tendencies threatened to kick in and make him want to take charge, the calico swallowed it back. She was the warrior now, after all, "Where to, Frog?" To the rest of the clan, her desire to refute a warrior name was peculiar, but he did not mind. And besides, it meant getting on her good side by using it. The long-furred tom waited patiently for her to lead on.

ooc; peep the shortest post i've ever done with burnt

Frog had interacted with Burntpaw before on a hunting patrol closely following the first snow-fall, when she was still an apprentice. It had started with some bad energy, but the other apprentice had proven quite honorable and graceful even in the face of adversity. Frog didn't necessarily understand why. While she understood Burtnpaw's parentage, and knew that his father had been responsible for much suffering in the forest, Frog didn't see why it mattered. He had been in ShadowClan since kithood and proven himself more than worthy. In fact, she was quite pleased when he agreed to go hunting with her. They would surely catch plenty.

Burntpaw asked where they were going, and she made a small mental note that he had used the name she preferred. There was nothing wrong with her proper Clan name, exactly - she had just never liked or understood them. Frog thought, then replied, "Let's go towards the ThunderClan border; squirrels run over from there all the time. We might have the best luck since it's more sheltered by trees over that way, too." She nodded decisively and immediately turned to leave camp, meowing, "At least we haven't gotten any new snow for a few days. We might be able to find some scent trails." Then the pair exited and made their way to their destination.

He nodded. Padding easily after the she-cat with a long stride, he looked over her coat and considered her for a moment. Frog seemed to have picked up some similar mannerisms to her mentor Asterspark, despite her protests about his lazy training methods. Regardless, with her defiance and build, there was plenty of potentials there. Burntpaw wondered if she even knew what a great warrior she could be. Lichenmask would have seen it as well. As little as his father's ideas mattered to the tom, there was no denying that the exiled leader did have some redemptive qualities. After all, he had once been a devoted Riverclan warrior. A barely audible snort left his maw as he thought of his father. He shook his head and brushed it away as the scent of squirrel finally hit his glands. Frog was right.

Although he was certainly not built for hunting squirrels, given his Riverclan and Shadowclan blood, Burntpaw was not going to pass up the opportunity for any sort of prey.

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 10