we are the reckless, we are the wild youth [c]

Ryepaw had been fit and ready to doze off by the time Rapidfire had come up to him and told him he was going hunting with a patrol. He had gotten to his paws with small protest, but that had been washed away nearly immediately when he was told Foxpaw was accompanying him. That gave him more energy. He always had energy when it came to going out-and-about with Foxpaw. Had that energy and just a bit more when it was Falconpaw... But Falconpaw had other cats to spend his time with now, supposedly. No time for little ol' Rye anymore. Twisted him more than he cared to admit.

"Anythin' except slimy things," He mrrowed, a crooked grin on his face. Happier things. Like how Foxpaw was spending time with him now. "Birds.. mm.. a lotta work to 'em. Too much pluckin'. Can't go wrong with a good rabbit, aye..."

His nose twitched, followed by a turn of his head at the sound of Foxpaw's stomach. He frowned a bit, and then he quickened his step. "You go pretend to be huntin'... Or do. Am' catchin' you somethin' to eat before ye fade away on me. An' yer gonna eat it now. Don't care what the ould ones'll say. Just blame me. They're used to me ate'in when am not supposed ta..."

He flicked his tail at where he assumed Foxpaws snout would be, and ambled off further into the moor. Quiet enough, for one as broad and heavy as him. He sniffed around, waiting, hoping to find something so he could feed his friend. The idea of them trying to hunt while their stomach hung out of them made him feel all... Not right. His ears picked up on a rustling, scratching sound, and he edged forward. He jumped, one paw landing much faster than the other. The rabbit squealed, turning to flee from its adversary. He lobbed himself out of the brush after it, and barked; "Catch it! Fox!" Oh, please StarClan, let it be an easy catch for his hungry friend.

Ryepaw is attempting to catch a rabbit... Nope.