Sandhorse's Hunting Party

[[t]Wilted Ros[e]]

The large tom circled the Great Maple, sniffing about for prey. "Okay guys. This'll be our main area. If you catch something, bury around here."

Sandhorse trotted off to look for some prey.

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"Alrighty then. Sounds good." Rainstripe replied, then bounded to the northeast to look for some prey.

"Good thinking Sandhorse. A very good location indeed." Haloheart complimented, then trotted off to the southwest.

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Wolfstorm nodded, and started sniffing around for prey. He meandered towards some bushes, stopping to taste the air every few steps.

[?[F]era.l]

(Heh. This thread is being ignored -w- )

^{Rainstripe kept on in her northeast pace, and scented the air. "Huhhhhh, this is getting nowhere fast." She groaned. Rainstripe shot upwards about five tail-lengths into the air (she is indeed capable of such heights due to Haloheart's teachings) and glanced around. Still NOTHING. Darnit. She then bounded off in another direction for some prey.}

[[t]Wilted Ros[e]]

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Soon enough, he caught up with the she-cat. Flicking his tail in greeting, he asked, "Anything good around here? I couldn't find much..."
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^{Rainstripe sighed and dipped her head. "Nothing much over here either.." She muttered. "I hope Wolfstorm is having better luck than us two."}

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Wolfstorm sniffed the air, trying to locate some prey. There wasn't a lot of prey-scent in the air, and most of it was stale. There was the scent of squirrel, though, and he decided to attempt to find that.

[[t]Wilted Ros[e]]

[/color] he added after a second's hesitation. But Sandhorse didn't dwell on the matter, instead choosing to scent the area. He was about to go back to conversing with the she-cat when the smell of a vole reached his mouth.

Flicking his tail for silence, the warrior crept along, then darted forward, sinking his claws into the water vole's chest--not ideal, but still good. He'd caught the prey, at least.

Thus he returned to Rainstripe, burying his prey and cleaning his claws with his tongue.[/size][/ul]

[?[F]era.l]

(Lol, I completely forgot he was here! -w-; )

<sup>Haloheart was beginning to get impatient with this chickadee (A type of bird that doesn't migrate.) that was teasing him. He had made a few attempts to catch it by jumping at it and clawing in midair several times, but nothing was working, and he, quite frankly, looked like some type of idiot.

The deputy had had it. This calls for some desperation techniques... He stayed still against the ground, his white pelt brushing the stale soil. The chickadee landed nearby and pecked at the grass, obviously looking for food as well. He then dashed at the chickadee at high speeds, then pounced quickly. Finally, GOTCHA'! He picked it up and started heading back to the Great Maple.

"Nice catch!" Rainstripe complimented. She darted over some tall grasses and landed with complete silence. She scented the air. Man, still nothing! She bounded past the Great Maple, toward the direction of the camp to see if there was prey that maybe they had missed.</sup>

[[t]Wilted Ros[e]]

(Lol, I figured. XD)

[/color] he asked--in that exaggerated quietness that actually sounded fairly loud. There was also a little slowness in his tone, but whether caused from confusion or playful teasing, even he wasn't sure.

He was like that, sometimes.[/ul][/size]

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<sup>"Looking for prey that we may have missed on the way up here from camp..?" Rainstripe questioningly meowed, giving a < face. She scented the air and looked around. As she was gazing around cluelessly, a bit of movement in the dead grass caught her eye. She smelled again, the taste of mouse drifting across the roof of her mouth. Rainstripe dropped into a crouch, watching closely as the mouse showed itself, ... or tail rather. She sprung, easily leaping the close-to-three fox-lengths and catching the mouse, due to her powerful agility.

The deputy buried his bird, but when he saw Rainstripe, followed by Sandhorse, Haloheart gave a WTF, face and started to stroll toward the duo, wondering where they were going...and together of all things. Maybe it'll be best if I stayed out of it. Perhaps they're just hunting together..? Well, whatever. Back to business.</sup>

[[t]Wilted Ros[e]]

[/color] Sandhorse half-whispered over to her, flicking his tail with approval. He looked around a bit more. It was true--they could have missed some; others could have come. Rainstripe had proved this with her mouse.

So instead of sitting there chatting and being dumb in general, the tom began to slink off into the shadows, scenting the area.[/ul]
(Nice reaction, Haloheart. XD)[/size]

[?[F]era.l]

<sup>Rainstripe picked up the thin mouse between her jaws and nodded in approval to Sandhorse. She started off back to the Great Maple, where she noticed Haloheart had gone off already. Makes sense, what with his impatient nature. She buried her catch in the stale soil and set off in a different direction.

(Haloheart: Why, thank you~)</sup>

[[t]Wilted Ros[e]]

[/color][/i] he thought to himself, frowning at the squirrel. Eating your family?

Despite these slightly morbid thoughts, Sandhorse carried it back to the tree, looking around. He hadn't seen Wolfstorm in a while--or Haloheart, except for that brief glimpse. And was it strange they hadn't come across Birdwing, when the warrior had gone out hunting alone just a little before them? Maybe he's back at camp...

Sandhorse buried the squirrel next to his other catch and sighed. "Maybe we should call it a day...?" he asked the nothingness around him, and sat down to wait for the next cat that came by.

Back to useless in the blink of an eye.[/ul][/size]

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She sniffed the air again. Yup, definitely squirrel. She crawled along the hard ground when she saw the squirrel hole only a few fox-lengths away, she narrowed her eyes out of concentration. The squirrel soon showed itself, taking some nuts out of a hole ( ._.;; ).

It's eating too...Well! This'll be it's last meal. As she finished her thought, she waited a split second, then used her hind legs and pounced powerfully onto the squirrel, killing it with a slash from her claws into its throat.

Rainstripe picked up the warm body in her jaws and headed towards the Great Maple. When she arrived, she buried her squirrel and padded over toward Sandhorse, who, oddly enough, was emotionless. "...Sandhorse? You okay?" She asked kindly.[/color][/sup][/ul]

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[[t]Wilted Ros[e]]

[/color] he asked, deferring to the older cat. (Older by three moons. Lol.)[/ul][/size]

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Wolfstorm scented the air, but there was a lack of prey-scent. He shrugged, and headed back to the Great Oak. Maybe the other cats had had better luck than he had...

Seeing Sandhorse and Rainstripe, he went to join the conversation. He stood by, feeling a little out-of-place.

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[/b] He picked up a squirrel and the mouse in his jaws. Haloheart's mouth started to water with hunger as he waited for the rest.[/size][/color][/ul]

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[[t]Wilted Ros[e]]

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He himself picked up Haloheart's chickadee in his jaw and looked back at Wolfstorm expectantly.[/ul][/size]

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Wolfstorm picked up the last piece of prey- the water vole- and motioned with his head towards camp, and sort of mumbled, "Let's go.
He started off, padding on a path towards the camp.