clanless catch [solo;closed]

Each passing day in the Thunderclan camp was another than he wished the clan would return. What's the point of referring to it as that now? He thought bitterly, trotting through the snow-laden forest. Chad had grown comfortable enough in the company of Stormsong and Sleepycloud. He regarded Nightstalker cautiously, and often steered clear of the heavily battle-scared time. However, it had occurred to him once or twice to ask the former leader for a fighting lesson. It was the thought of meeting Nightstalker's claws that stopped him short every time. Maybe he could ask Stormsong sometime, if he could get the older tom to leave his mate's side. If Thunderclan were here, he wouldn't have to go around begging cats for training. A leader would have assigned him a proper one and he'd likely be a warrior already. It was such insanely awful luck that the entire forest had managed to clear out before his return. All that remained was the odd assortment of cats back at camp, and a scattering of venturous rogues. With how comfortable the clanless cats had gotten, it was evident how long the borders had been left to stale.

As he trekked through the whitened forest, Chad swiped a frustrated claw at each drift he passed. The bitterness that settled in his chest over the circumstances had only grown as he healed. Despite the lack of a medicine cat, having a proper place to stay and others to help hunt had aided his recovery tremendously. Still, the tom's coat ached. He could remember where each scar had left a mark without looking. If a medicine cat were here, they'd have something for the pain. He wanted to yowl into the empty forest, knowing no cat would return the call. Why couldn't the world have given him this one thing? After traveling for moons, the brown and white patched tom had managed to drag himself to clan territory. All things considered, this should have meant a successful goal. Instead, he was keeping camp with a couple of sappy former warriors and a chilling elder. As he stared crossly down the bridge of his nose, he realized there was something that stood out against the monotone background. A mouse.

Disregarding what little experience he had hunting, Chad shot forward, springing towards the creature with outstretched claws. Just before he landed, the mouse let out a squeak and dashed off. He blinked in surprise as it ran to the side instead of away from him. What? The silent question was answered almost immediately as pain exploded in his forepaw. A writing scrap of fur clung to his leg. The creature growled and squeaked as he shook it about. Immediately a barrage of hisses from from the loner's maw. He twisted around, struggling to strike the weasel's soft underbelly and crashed head first into the base of a tree. What a mousebrained move to attempt. It bit down harder in retaliation. Chad had enough and finally raked it with thorn-sharp claws. Once, then again. A pain squeal left the weasel and it finally let go, retreating off into the distance and scattering snowflakes in its wake. Seeing the droplets of blood against the white forest floor brought some level of satisfaction. As the adrenaline slowed, however, he became more aware of the stinging in his own forepaw. What a worthless creature, he decided with a scowl.

Even this trip out into the territory had been a waste. Chad turned to head back towards camp, where he could lick his wounds and return later. Scarlet drops were left behind in his wake. Realizing this, he dipped his head to briefly lap at the wound. The taste of weasel was sour on his tongue. It had a foul mouth. He had just barely managed to stop himself from grunting out loud. Luckily. When his icy blue gaze turned to the path ahead, there was a mouse again. There was no telling if it was the same one as before and he wasn't about to check the tiny footprints for a clue. Regardless, he yowled as he leaped, swiftly catching it between his claws and ending its life. Satisfaction washed over him, making the stinging wound seem further away. At least he would not return empty-pawed now.

Chad attempted to catch a mouse. He instead is catching these hands. [-5sp]
Weasel used Gripping Bite, dealing 7 damage and using 15 stamina.
Chad attempted to use Belly Rake, using 25 stamina. It failed.
Weasel used Gripping Bite, dealing 7 damage and using 15 stamina.
Chad used Front Paw Strike, dealing 7 damage, and using 7 stamina.
Chad also used Dirty Trick, dealing 5 damage and using 7 stamina.
Weasel has retreated.

Chad attempted to catch another mouse. Please. It was successful![-5sp]


Chad
HP: 16/30
SP: 41/80

Weasel
HP: 13/20
SP: 95/125

The member 'Ripped' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 9

Belly Rake Roll

The member 'Ripped' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Effect Dice' : 1

Mouse Roll, Attempt 2

The member 'Ripped' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 2