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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 3, 2009 13:04:58 GMT -5
Hawkstorm slowly padded through the muddy, snowy forest, surrounded by tall evergreens and accompanied by Falconwing, who will soon share the nursery with the tortoiseshell she-cat. The evergreen scent filled her nostrils, pierced only by the strong prey scent lurking in the undergrowth. The Queen's mouth drooped open, drinking in prey scent like water.
Her striking blue eyes pinpointed a mouse underneath a wet, snow covered fern. This was a rare sight is mid Leaf-Bare. Most prey was sheltered in their dens, but still, they must come out to eat. Hawkstorm dropped into the Hunter's crouch, her pregnant belly nearly touching the ground. With the mouse in clear view, the Queen leaped into the air with limited agility, and her unsheathed claws dug into the mouse. The prey let out a squeak of surprise. Hawkstorm was proud of her catch, but then her belly shuddered, ravaged by kicking. Hawkstorm's claws unsheathed, and the injured mouse scurried into her den.
Hawkstorm was in rage. "Aargh!" She screamed. Her paw, crashed down on the mouse den, and her rage was unleashed on the meek roof of the den. It caved in, and seven little voices squealed in surprise. The mother mouse... and six babies.
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Post by pine on Jan 3, 2009 19:16:08 GMT -5
Falconwing stalked a few foxtail's aways from Hawkstorm, keeping her eyes peeled until they got to Tabllpines. She spotted the mouse just a few moments after the tortoiseshell she-cat did and silently watched her stalk it.
She didn't move an inch herself, knowing that Hawkstorm wouldn't be altogether pleased if she accidentally scared the much needed prey away.
She winced slightly as the mouse squeaked, knowing that all prey in the nearby radius, if any, would have heard and disappeared into their dens.
But then she started as Hawkstorm's face contorted in pain and the mouse got away.
Before she could ask if she was alright, her eyes widened as Hawkstorm screamed in rage and then attacked the mouse hole. She was about to go try and calm her down, but then she spotted the babies.
She stopped and stared, running the tip of her tongue along the roof of her mouth as if she tasted something bad. She wasn't normally superstitious, but...
Never mind. "We might as well eat them now." She said quickly, trying to calm both of them down. The mother mouse was severely injured anyways, she wouldn't be able to take care of the babies. Falconwing wondered vaguely how the rest of the clan would react to baby mice in the fresh kill pile.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 4, 2009 13:53:01 GMT -5
"Good idea." Hawkstorm growled. The Queen felt little sympathy for the mother mouse. Right now, Hawkstorm was angry, and when she's angry her heart is indestructible.
Mouse scent filled the tortoiseshell's nostrils, and an unstable hunger overcame her. The Queen swiftly killed the baby mice, using one unsheathed claw to sever the soft spinal cord. The mother mouse had lost a lot of blood, and she fell to the ground as Hawkstorm neared.
"Alright," Hawkstorm meowed. "Lets take these to the fresh-kill pile. Then we better move into the Nursery." Perfect timing. More kicking from the unborn kittens.
"Mouse dung!" The Queen murmured. "It better be worth it!"
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Post by pine on Jan 4, 2009 20:23:30 GMT -5
Falconwing felt a bit bad for Hawkstorm, realizing that she must be suffering right now.
She was a little worried herself, not having felt much. Perhaps it was still to soon? But then again, Hawkstorm seemed to be feeling a lot and Falconwing was about the same size as her. Almost. She put the worries out of her mind for now, knowing that whatever happened was StarClan's doing and she should respect it.
"Yes, the nursery sounds good. I will take the big one and two little one's." She said, picking them up. "Unless you want to trade." She added quickly, her words muffled by the fuzzies. She didn't want to rile the other she-cat more than she probably already had. Close spaces with unfriendly accountants was never fun.
She quickly started stalking back toward camp, still trailing the mice.
She would invite Hawkstorm to come with her to fetch some moss for the nursery nests. She knew a place where the softest moss grew and it was also pretty dry. Unless Hawkstorm didn't feel up to it after their little hunting expedition.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 6, 2009 22:31:54 GMT -5
"Take whatever you want, Falconwing," Hawkstorm mewed, drained of all energy. "It's not important. Let's just get these things into the fresh-kill pile."
Hawkstorm took baby steps. She was in a lot of pain, but all of this would pass eventually. He better be happy! She thought.
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