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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
The brown and white feline glanced around the territory, everything around him reminding him of what a proud and fierce Clan he lived in. Though those weren't normally adjectives used to describe WindClanners, any time Shrikecall thought of a Clan was tougher then most, WindClan came to mind. Being bias, he wasn't sure how much his opinion would count for in a real argument, but it was amazing to him that this Clan everybody thought was so weak had made it through so much. True, the other Clans had done the same thing; but most cats believed that they were stronger, and better. But WindClan? Well, Shrikecall had just heard some rumors flying around that weren't exactly the best about it. Which made him angry, although he knew better then to punish those cats. Gossip was the only thing they knew, and all they wanted to do was exchange tales and stories of different things. "Alright, sounds good to me; but we won't be able to hunt for too long. There are some other things that need attention as well." The tom mewed, lowering his head as he spoke. He felt somewhat bad, giving the she cat the option and then instantly putting it down later. "Or at least, I won't be able to. Of course you're more then welcome to- to hunt to your heart's content." He added more hastily. Making an enemy was not exactly the way to start his deputyship. He would much rather make-- well, not exactly a true friend, but at least an ally. Someone that he would be able to count on if he needed them. The Deputy smiled at the mention of his younger warrior moons and gazed wistfully off into the distance, absentmindedly scenting the air as he did so. "I loved running. It was the one thing that I always liked to think of as separating us from the other Clans, because we were able to run faster then them." He mewed with a sigh, before turning his gaze back on the she cat. If he had been younger, or even met her before he had become Deputy, he might have challenged her to a race. But there was no time for foolish things like that now...he had a job to do, and Shrikecall intended to carry it out well. The tom scented the air again, trying to see if there was any trace of hare anywhere.
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Heathertail nodded, having her thoughts of the priority list confirmed when he mentioned they couldn't hunt too long. Of course, she could get at least one hare under her paws before they moved on, but she was intrigued to go along with him on a border patrol. He seemed like a nice cat, and she had interest in getting to know him underneath the deputy title, which was strange for the usually shy molly. "That sounds good to me," she purred, ears twitching as she tried to listen for any sound of prey around them. As she felt her companions eyes on her, she looked over her shoulder at him, meeting his gaze with a smile. She was glad that he had asked her to come out. Rarely did she join a group patrol nowadays, mainly spending her time in camp. It would be soon before she would probably move to the elder's den, but that was still moons away. While Shrikecall might have been deputy, the she-cat looked past that tile to the tom she was sit. It didn't really matter to her, at least not when contemplating having him as a friend. He would just be a very busy friend.
Snapping her head up, eyes narrowing, she caught sight of a tiny white dot on the horizon. Most would say that it was too far to even try for, but one thing that not a lot of WindClan knew about Heathertail was that she was determined. She crouched down and began to slink forward, signaling with her tail to Shrikecall that she had scented something. The hare, clueless to what was going on, began to hop closer to where Heathertail and Shrikecall were, it's attention focused on a patch of unusually tall grass that resided around a flower or too, atop a hill not too far away now. A smile slowly spread across the molly's face, and all her shyness that usually surrounded her disappeared. When she was on track for hunting, or in a fight - whether verbal or physical - no cat would ever be able to tell that she was more humble and shy than not. She continued to creep closer to the hare, body moving fluidly across the ground, tail straight and ears back; a hunting technique that had been perfected over moons and moons of hunting. After a few more sliding steps, the WindClanner took off like a bullet, streaking across the grass. Too late, the hare looked up to see Heathertail barreling down the hill towards it. The fightened creature sprang up and took off, but Heathertail was faster. Within moments, she lept towards her prey and pinned it down, killing it with a swift bite to the neck.