Billowing breezes (open to 3)

Goldenfang darted through the swaying grasses, scents of sweet heather and rain clouds on the wind. The sky above was growling with thunder yet the torrent held off. The deputy was not so keen to be out hunting this afternoon. The storm would likely start while they were still out. Nevertheless, the she-cat accepted her duty to feed the Clan and lead her moderate patrol with the agreement that it would be a fast hunt.

Her partners followed close behind her as they sped away from the clouds above to have as much time as possible before they let loose. A crack of dry stalks nearby halted her in her steps, and her tail shot high in the air to alert the others. Wordlessly, Goldenfang sank into a low, fluid crouch, and flicked an ear back to listen to her patrolmates’ steps. She would let them have it if they wanted it.

A real hunting patrol! The grin wouldn't leave Flamepaw's maw as he dashed behind the others, the wind over the moors streaming through his fur and blasting his face. It buffeted his ears and filled his nose with wet scents and the full heathery/grassy smells he'd only ever gotten the leftovers of in camp. He felt like a full warrior running behind the deputy and with the cats she'd chosen, his heart beating quick and legs pumping.

When she stopped, and he caught the crackle of stalks, his ears pricked to attention and his whiskers trembled. "Mine!" His eager whisper came a hair before he launched away, stretching his limbs for all they were worth. Crashing out of the heather, he came face to face with a frozen rabbit, its eyes reflecting his face a second before it whipped around.

But he was faster.

Leaping forward - already a madly dashing blur of flame-coloured fur - he barrelled into it and snapped sharp teeth into its neck, fiercely digging his claws into its skin as it tried to twist underneath him. Stupid thing didn't stand a chance. With a muted click and the sweet taste of fresh blood on his tongue, it fell limp and collapsed under him.

With a smirk, he stepped back and surveyed his catch, licking the blood off his lips and letting his tail raise like a flag into the air. "Not bad for a first catch, huh?"

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'Hunting Dice' : 4

She was expecting the young apprentice to watch and let the older cats teach by demonstration, not for him to crash through every stars-forsaken thicket the territory had to offer and wrestle the cursed thing  in less than a heartbeat. The deputy wanted to be stern and proper and say I demand grace and stealth and you’re a harebrained moron but the more she looked at Flamepaw, the more she struggled to resist the amused twitch of her whiskers and the wide grin that was spreading across her muzzle. The apprentice stood before her with pride and blood on his face.

Okay, she had to admit it. “Not bad? That was pretty good!” Goldenfang meowed, a laugh following her praise. She purred and nudged his shoulder with her head. “Gutsy. Determined. You can tell Timbersun I taught you that.” She teased, another laugh in her meow. WindClan had so many cautious, timid cats. She could be one of them, sometimes. Flamepaw’s kit-like enthusiasm was a hint of honey on the breeze, and she was already eager to see how he would grow. If Timbersun turned out to be too fresh of a warrior to handle an apprentice…

Anyhow, another scent was on the wind. The other pair were quick to track it down, and the deputy decided that this hunt didn’t need to be slow and methodical. It needed to be fast. They weren’t looking to get caught in the rain. Besides, they could afford to be more cavalier in their hunting techniques while the prey ran well. Leafbare would be a different story, or so the young molly had been told by older warriors.

She caught up quickly with her patrolmates, following their moves through tall grasses and stepping so quietly she could rival an owl’s flight. She was agile and surefooted and knew it and Flamepaw’s attitude was infectious. Or perhaps she was afraid to let her more excitable side show to cats who looked at her with unreachable expectations, and now she was finding comfort in being away from all that mess.

It was hers. Well, it was about to be. Another rabbit ahead, the scent on the air said, and she moved in front of her Clanmates at a steady jog that shifted into a silent sprint as the smell grew close. It had seen her—oh, yes, it saw her from a few fox lengths away—but it had to pick up speed while she was already launching into full-tilt. It was in her jaws after a pitiful attempt at fleeing, and it’s blood flowed freely down her chin. “That makes two. Just a couple more and the queens and elders will be singing our praises for the feast they’re about to have.”

-3 sp. 127\130

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'Hunting Dice' : 2

As usual, Silverlight was always ready to join the patrols, especially those that involved hunting. He was one of the more diligent and experienced hunters within the clan. This patrol was a bit more special seeing as Goldenfang was leading it herself. He hadn't spoken with her much over the last few moons due to the many duties both had to attend to, her being the deputy and him being one of the more experienced warriors of the clan. It felt like a breath of fresh air getting to hunt with her while also getting to know young Flamepaw. At first glance, he seemed like an energetic and devoted individual but perhaps with more time and observation, Silverlight would form even better opinions about Flame.

Silverlight got to work scenting around for any prey as soon as they got the go ahead. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see both Flamepaw and Goldenfang successfully catching the prey they'd been pursuing. "Awesome hunting! Let's try to keep this momentum going!" he called to them with a playful wink before turning back to focus on his own hunting. However, he couldn't help but grin to himself. His clanmates were all talented in their own ways. He sure hoped he'd also get a good catch. It'd be rather embarrassing if he was the only one who failed.

After a few moments of searching, he finally came across a plump rabbit. Good! If he managed that, it would be a great meal for his clanmates. The tom wasted no more time as soon as he'd snuck up as close as he could, he pounced.

He really shouldn't doubt himself. As expected, it had gone without a hitch. A swift bit to the critter's neck and it was over. The tom let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding and smiled. Thank StarClan for his good hunting experience.
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Silverlight was successful in catching a Rabbit costing 3 SP.

Silverlight:
60/60[HP]
137/140[SP] (-3 SP)

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'Hunting Dice' : 3

He grinned as Goldenfang praised him, his eyes shining and chest puffed out so much he'd probably dislocate his spine if she said any more. For practically the first time in his short life, he found himself tongue-tied, grinning like an idiot and feeling his pelt warm as she nudged his shoulder.

She was deputy, and she was praising him.

"Oh yeah! He- I'll tell him!" Dumbest thing he'd ever said. For sure. But she was already gone, joining the patrol again, and he took a stumbling start after her before remembering the rabbit he'd just caught, quickly whipping around and stuffing it under the heather bush so a buzzard didn't make off with it. Darting back to join the patrol, he pricked his ears, avidly following her pelt with his eyes as she wove through the grasses like a golden wraith, his mouth open in excitement as she broke into a sprint, flashes of her pelt showing how fast she was.

She moved like the wind. "I want to move like that," He whispered to himself. A voice shook him out of it, and he looked around to see Silverlight. An answering, ferocious grin curled his maw, and he darted off down the hillside again, tasting the air. This time, though, it was the sound of running paws that came to him before the scent did, crackling stems announcing the panicked flight of a rabbit.

Trying to copy the way Goldenfang had moved, Flamepaw darted after it, catching a flash of brown fur ahead as it dashed into the heather. His heart beat quick in his ears, his paws quick and sure. He could do it. He was WindClan! The wind hummed in his ears, branches of heather barely touching his pelt, the bobbing tail straight ahead of him. This one was big, but he could take it! With a massive leap, every muscle stretching, he bowled it over and buried sharp fangs in its throat, twisting away from legs that tried to kick at him.

It struggled more than the last one, but when a muted click vibrated through his teeth, it fell limp, wide eyes glazed over. And he finally saw the size of it. A hare! He'd caught a hare! Of course he'd caught a hare, he was the best! Stinging scrapes where it had grazed him with its claws stung, but it felt like the grin on his face had been plastered there.

Flamepaw attempted to catch a hare; somehow he keeps getting good rolls so it was successful! -3 SP

Flamepaw:
20/20 HP
54/60 SP (-3) [technically -6 because i forgot to add it in his first post]

(Is very baby hare but he thinks it's huge and is super proud of himself)

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'Hunting Dice' : 1