Kicking at some of the snow that was nearby, Myrtlepaw opted for sulking a couple of steps away from his failed hunting spot. He wasn't the best at hunting by any means, but he still had a strong drive to do some type of action to help his Clan. He wanted to prove that he was capable of more than just simply cleaning out the camp, and his pride would drive him to wherever he would need to be. Clearing his head by padding deeper into the territory, he allowed himself to simply stop and sense.
There was another bird of some type that he could detect - ultimately, he was a little bit unsure of just what type of bird it was. But as he allowed his gaze to focus where the scent took him, it was a jay he ultimately found, picking at the floor below. It was rather plump, having somehow been able to find a great selection of food within the last few days. Unfortunately, it would be the downfall of the bird, as Myrtlepaw lept towards the creature. It was an easy kill, as it struggled to take off in time.
Pride swelled in the toms chest as he now had his catch, which he would take back to camp and add to the fresh-kill pile as a token of his efforts.
Myrtlepaw
46/60 SP (-7)
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