Fury [Solo]

Step. Crunch. Step. Crunch.

Ares was silent as he walked through the snow, there was less of it now, but he hardly noticed it anymore. Snow had been his life for... well his entire life. It was natural. What wasn't natural was how completely he had messed up, he practically lead Skyclan to their doorstep. He had failed the Forbidden Order. Not only had he gotten beat up, but now the clans had the upper paw. It sickened him beyond belief. So he had relegated himself to duties around the camp, at least while he was still healing. His head still pounded every once and a while, but the headaches were fewer and farther between than they had been. His muscles no longer screamed at him, and had reduced to an ache where he had been pummeled.

He would have to go back sooner or later. Continue his duties, keep trying to recruit, to sow dissent and fear. Ares had plans... big ones... but he didn't want to make that grave mistake again. There was no way he could've known that Bloodstar's scent would stay on him even after he had thoroughly bathed in the river, but Ares didn't care. He had still failed.

Eventually, the old barn came into view, and Ares began sniffing around. Mice were plentiful here, where it was warm and dry. They just couldn't overhunt the area, or there would be no mice left. Crouching down as he had been taught, golden eyes swept the scene. When he entered, there wasn't a single mouse. Perhaps they had vacated the premises, perhaps the hunters had already passed through. Their scent was plentiful, though it always was in their frequent hunting spots. With a growl, he swiped at the wood, leaving gashes in it as he left, snow crunching under his paws once more. He would be useful. He would redeem himself.

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 4