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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Dec 21, 2008 14:32:40 GMT -5
Amberstar was in the hunter's crouch, stalking a mouse. Usually, mice don't dare venture into WindClan territory, only rabbits. This was a slightly rare chance. Her dark brown eyes focused on the mouse. It was totally unaware of its surroundings. Padding on light, balanced feet, in a flash the WindClan leader unsheathed her claws and sprang up over the mouse pinning it to the ground. She didn't even have to finish it off. The strong blow of her paw broke the mouses' neck immediately.
Amberstar thanked StarClan for its life, and opened her mouth. She drank in the scents of open moor. There was a hint of badger, a dash of mouse, some rabbit scent, as well as the smell of a WindClan cat. She swiveled her head, and looked to see where the cat would approach.
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Post by caramelp on Dec 26, 2008 3:26:43 GMT -5
As Goldclaw stared at the rabbit that was only a few inches in front of him, he got into his hunting crouch. He started to close in on his prey, concentrating only on that particular rabbit, nothing else. When he knew that it was busy- and he knew that because it was busy munching down something, probably some scraps dropped by his fellow clanmates- he pounced on it and bit down its neck then carried it in his jaws. "Finally! I gotch a catch!" He meowed though his voice was a little muffled by the rabbit hanging in his jaws.
When he padded a few steps forward, he smelt the scent of another Windclan cat. He sniffed the air again. He recognized the smell of his clan leader, Amberstar. When he looked closer, he spotted her not far from where he was, so he decided to pad over to her.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Dec 26, 2008 15:22:02 GMT -5
"Hello Goldclaw." Amberstar mewed. "Nice catch. Prey is running pretty well for leaf-bare, although the rabbits are getting scrawnier." She stood up, her brown eyed dulled a bit, and picked up her mouse.
"C'mon, let's take these to the fresh-kill-pile." She grunted, her voice muffled by the mouthful of prey.
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Post by Swimfast on Jun 5, 2009 17:36:35 GMT -5
Lightsky trotted through the trees, scanning the trees for movement, and keeping her nose up, sniffing the air. She kept her footsteps light, and pranced quickly. Suddenly she paused, a large animal, to her right, she focused, and tried to smell it, not prey, that was for sure.
Lightsky waited, she tensed, then a fox burst out of a bush, chasing a rabbit, she sprang into action, the fox growled at her, she ignored it, and sprinted toward the food, hoping Starclan would pull her through. She saw the rabbit up ahead, and quickly calculated the distance, then lunged gracefully at it, she barely caught it with her claws, then, the fox was upon her.
She lashed at it and guarded the rabbit, quickly thanking the Starclan for it's life, then grabbing it and sprinted away, she looked back at the fox, still giving chase, "Please, go, I need this for my clan, prey is scarce, and we have many mouthes to feed." The fox stopped chasing her, and ran another way. She panted heavily, then continued jogging toward the Windclan camp.
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