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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil
The Turkish Angora's pawsteps were quiet as she crept through the undergrowth. Her icy blue eyes would flicker up and down every few seconds, making sure that she didn't step on a twig and alert her prey. The warrior was focusing intently on the scrawny rabbit that searched for food a few foxlengths in front of her. As soon as she was sure that she could make the jump, she bunched her muscles and leapt forward. Blizzardhail landed right on the small animal and felt it wiggle in alarm beneath her paws. She lowered her head and swiftly killed it with a bite to its neck. Her mouth watered as the scent of rabbit wafted into her nose and mouth. It was tempting not to take a bite out of it right there and then. But of course, the elders and queens needed feeding first so she was going to have to resist. It was a thin piece of prey, but it was the best that Blizzardhail had found all day. She'd already caught two pieces of prey today, a sparrow with barely any meat on it and a small mouse. Leaf-bare made hunting hard. Every animal wanted to hide in their warm burrows and keep themselves cozy.
The she-cat shook her fur and pushed away the thoughts of her small catches. She quickly dug a hole and buried the rabbit. She made sure that the hole was deep and the dirt was packed tightly in. She didn't want a fox to come along and steal her prey while she searched for other animals to catch. Standing up and straightening her posture, she continue forward, her eyes and ears alert and attentive. A rustle in the bushes caught her attention and she suddenly stopped where she was. She parted her jaws and tasted the air. She caught the scent of vole drifting along on the gentle wind. She immediately dropped to a crouch and slunk forward like a snake. She could see the vole now. It was scuffling around and searching for food. When she thought she was close enough, she jumped forward and landed. She looked down, expecting to see the vole thrashing around in an attempt to break free, but rather than a vole, there was just snow. Her expression changed to one of confusion as she sat up. Mouse dung! She thought, as she frowned and starting sulking.
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Loon-nose bounded through the pale powder, excitably jumping around the snow as if it would disappear in an instant. It wasn't very foreign to him, and he had seen it many times before, but it was just so unique that he couldn't help himself. It was as if the cold substance turned him back to being a kit again, which wasn't the best thing when you had to help feed a clan of hungry felines. The noire tom was not oblivious to his childish mannerisms and somewhat obnoxious paws, in fact he basically willed himself to act in such a way. He lived life whilst he could, knowing that when he grew older he wouldn't have the freedom or the physical capabilities to do what he liked.
The tom continued through the forest, tiptoeing through the snow now. Perhaps, he thought, it would be best to catch something. Patched flank slyly manoeuvring through the dense area, the male had now calmed his kittenish behaviour. With Leafbare slowly leaving the clans, it was expected for the prey to run less scarcely; however, it still proved difficult to catch something worthy enough to bring back to camp. Especially when you weren't particularly prepared for the chase. Loon-nose crouched forwards, hiding himself behind a rock as he took a large inhale of air. A few weak scents came to him, mouse, cat, maybe something else? He couldn't distinguish the last one all too well, but doubted it was anything to worry about. He sat still for another moment, not really knowing what to do. If he couldn't smell anything, then how was he supposed to catch anything? His brows furrowed, and Loon-nose now sat up. His eyes flicked around the area begrudgingly, until they landed on a chestnut creature ahead of him; nibbling on some sort of plant. Although he was normally quite careless when it came to hunting, the black and white male was certainly ready to pounce on the squirrel in front of him. He crept up behind the rock, trying to stay hidden as best as he could. Hind appendages curling up, poised and ready, with his tail loitering just above the powdery substance.
In a mere second, he had his paws outstretched and in a predatory position. His first aim had missed, however the squirrel was too slow in its declination, giving Loon-nose the chance to snag his claws into its body. Just to make sure he had killed the creature, the tom sent a quick bite to its neck; finishing it off. His jaws opened to fit the limp body between them, before his paws once more took off. The scents from earlier had intrigued him, so he decided to follow them. If there was another feline out here then, of course, he would want to find them. Although, judging by his clumsy demeanour, they'd find him first.