Unrealized Goodbyes [Patrol]

The moors were safe once again. Red sunrises no longer warned of the bloodthirsty beasts stalking WindClan's territory; it only foretold the weather. As it should. Deerhawk hadn't been in camp for the recent event - for reasons he was honestly a bit embarrassed to divulge - though the stench was certainly hard to miss. The raw, rotting skins of their "predators" stank to high StarClan, it made him gag to think about them even now. What sort of bat-dung crazy cats could drape that over their own bodies? Shuddering at the thought, he looked to the ginger tom padding close by. It had been a long time since they'd last really talked, and indeed Finchstar seemed to have a lot going on. After returning from his kitnapping and all. WindClan had all felt that great sigh of relief upon seeing his return, though he was lucky to have shed off that raccoon skin when he did. He might've gotten a... less warm welcome overwise. A part of his heart, sheltered from the cold wind, gave a wry smile. The older warrior didn't delve into other cats' drama. He didn't feel particularly close to any of them. Barleytuft maybe, but he had his own family to deal with. It felt strange. Though that's how it'd always been.

Deerhawk's nose bent to the ground, searching for any sort of rabbit outside of its warren. "It feels so much more comfortable out here again." He took a deep breath of the crisp, frost-tinged air. "Without the extra eyes."

"Indeed." Finchstar mewed, watching Deerhawk with curious eyes. "I've been looking forward to a good hunt." He spoke on a lighter note, standing by Deerhawk's side, pawing at a small tunnel in the ground. The deep hole still made his fur prickle, and Finchstar had so far pushed the issue into the back of his mind. WindClan had had enough planning and meetings for an entire season. The leader was sure his clanmates would be grateful for a break from life itself. Perhaps leafbare would prove itself an anomaly, bringing comfort and peace when most times it did not.

"It's times like these I wish a ThunderClanner would teach me to climb trees. I could go for a bird or squirrel. Rabbits seem to make their homes in the most inopportune places." The leader chuckled and gave Deerhawk a smile, flicking his tail to gesture toward a higher slope of the moor. They padded through the tall drying grass, watching the bare gorse as it hid its yellow flowers from the air. A swath of blackbirds flew by overhead, landing on the higher plains as they gathered food for their long journey south. Finchstar grinned and saw his opportunity. Nodding to Deerhawk, the leader crouched and snaked forward, right shoulder protesting at the movement. Unwilling to sit in suspense any longer, Finchstar tore through the grass, shoulder buckling beneath him as he went to pounce on his catch. The result was almost whimsical, a large flurry of birds rising to meet the sky. "Rabbitdung." He breathed, watching the scene. He turned to shrug at Deerhawk, grin ever present.

Finchstar attempted to catch a blackbird. Catch failed!

Finchstar
HP: 120/120
SP: 297/300 (-3)

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 5

The tom's orange eyes gave a soft acknowledgement to Finchstar. "True, but you might fall right out," A light smile graced his face as they walked up the slope. "And running down a rabbit brings a lot more exhilaration anyway." The sound of many wings caught his attention, and he too watched as the cloud of birds descended upon the hill. With a quick glance and nod at Finchstar he turned to flank the flock from the left, keeping low and weaving between tufts of grass. Their chittering only excited him, though it didn't show on his face. As soon as the grass rustled Deerhawk sped toward the many blackbirds, catching the nearest bunch by surprise, and they began to take flight. He swung out a paw, but all that he managed to get in his unsheathed claws were a few dark feathers. "Dirt!" He looked over to the ginger tom and let out a soft chuckle. What could you do but laugh?

Deerhawk has not succeeded in catching a blackbird.

Deerhawk
HP: 40/40
SP: 117/120

The member 'Silent Night' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 9