Aches and Pains... and Squirrels [closed]

It was probably far too early to try hunting again, but Beecloud would never let the Asylum know that the wounds they inflicted upon him were anything more than superficial... even if it was obvious to everyone else that it was simply not true. He held his head high despite the hitch in his step from the thick banded scar that split across his chest, and he approached Quaildock with a hunting proposition as nobly as he could stomach. Given the circumstances, he was not doing a half bad acting job. He had a very good mask, when he tried.

He also invited Eaglepaw, scruffing the top of his head with a large paw as he did so, as if the lightheartedness of a father-son moment could in any way distract from his mangled face. It was in the reflection of his wee son's eyes, staring back at him. Wistfully, Beecloud wondered if this was a suitable alternative to Eaglepaw really meeting his grandfather. It made him just a bit sick.

The Asylum guard that came with them was a cat called Cheville, and with all four cats rounded up in camp, Beecloud led them out. He tried not to expect too much of the group, considering the frigid temperatures had likely scared off most of the prey. Still, the rumbling of his empty stomach was a cruel reminder of how much the clan went without, with a new set of unwelcome mouths to feed. "We should try the Stony Hollow," he suggested, seeking approval from the other cats on the patrol before moving out.

Quaildock had agreed on going with Beecloud, mostly because he needed to know his denmates better. He also wanted to provide for the clan. Only the clan. He'd make sure that the Asylum wouldn't touch any prey he caught. The prey for his clanmates, and his clanmates only.

As Quaildock shot a glare at Cheville, he padded up besides Beecloud. He nodded at the warrior, agreeing. "Yea, good idea." He said.