The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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The sun shone brightly overhead, though the day was anything but pleasant as Graywind shook out her fur in a futile attempt to shake off the humidity that hung in the air and seemed to suffocate everything it could. The patrol she was with was supposed to hunt, but it seemed that even the prey didn't want to be out here today, not that Graywind could blame them. The patrol walked along the creek, and Graywind finally spotted a squirrel that had paused to take a drink. Signalling to her patrol that she had spotted it, the silvery warrior dropped into a crouch and carefully crept forward.
The squirrel seemed to be intent on getting a drink, and with a powerful leap from Graywind the creature didn't have enough time to react as fangs caught it by the throat. Graywind turned toward her patrolmates in triumph, turning to bury the squirrel by the roots of a tree before golden eyes searched the area for something else.
Graywind attempted to catch a squirrel for -3 sp. Catch was successful. 137 / 140 sp
Stormwatcher's big fluffy coat made him feel like he was going to melt into a puddle with this heat and sticky humidity.
The big guy followed his clanmates along the hunt but felt like any movement was just making the heat and sticky humid worse.
"This is just gross" he complained a bit to himself.
He gave a nod to Graywind catching the squirrel.
Spotting another squirrel after some more walking he sighed. He really hoped he could just catch it on his first leap... having to run and chase it in this heat felt like a nightmare and a half.
Stormwatcher goes after squirrel. Roll passed - 3 sp
He caught it quickly and luckily didnt have to run very much at all.
Stormwatcher 137 / 140 sp
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"I thought I was sick of the rain... I think the humidity is even worse." Graywind muttered agreement to Stormwatcher's complaint before turning. There was still prey to hunt, as her clanmate had successfully demonstrated. The dark feathers of a bird caught her eye amid the foliage, and Graywind stalked toward it. The bird proved an easy catch, and Graywind turned to bury it among the other prey they had caught. Today might be gross, but at least the clan would be fed.
Graywind attempted to catch a bird for -3 sp. Catch successful! 134 / 140 sp
Littleflower stayed in the back of the patrol, most closely to stormwatcher. As she saw the two older cats hunt she couldn't help be get a little uneasy. What if she wasnt as good? What if she made a complete mess infront of them? Could she even look them in the eye ever again? Thought plauged the white silver she-cat as her fur got worse by the second from the humidity.
Littleflower shook her some of unease and decided to at least give it a try. A few tail lengths from her destination was a small squirrel, chewing on a nut. Without giving a glance to the others, she went on the strike, pouncing towards her prey.
Sunfire had been following the patrol from the trees, running and jumping from limb to limb with practiced ease. They neared the creek, and the tom nodded in approval as his sister caught a squirrel. He paused to scan from his own vantage point, yellow eyes seeking something he could take back to camp. It was nearing leaf-fall, and Sunfire couldn't wait - his thick fur was build for trudging around in the snow, not languishing in this insufferable heat and humidity.
Dropping down to a lower limb, he continued until he spied a robin perched on a branch just ahead. Dropping to his belly, the dappled yellow tom crept forward, lashing out when he was close enough, and his claws caught the bird as it tried to take off. He pulled it in, ending it with a quick bite, and began his descent so he could bury this and continue hunting.