[Captain]

@Constellation

With another heavy sigh erupting from the large Maine Coon, he set off into the familiar hunting grounds and away from the bustling crowd within the Riverclan clearing, wanting to just get away from everyone for awhile and just hunt to get his mind off of certain things for the time being. Wolfclaw raised his head to look up at the clouds that peeked through the trees that loomed over his head before he looked around for a short moment, inhaling a breath of air and scenting around for possible tracks of prey that had come through earlier today. Sure enough, the warrior soon caught whiff of a vole’s scent as he quickly set foot after it before he could risk losing it in the grass or down a hole in the ground - he wasn’t used to this whole, forest hunting thing yet since he had come from stealing from twolegs and other strays back in his younger moons. Nonetheless, he needed to practice and bring back something so that perhaps some cats would see him as an ally and not some threat to their clan. It was the least he could do, after all. Wolfclaw shook his head, clearing his thoughts for the moment as he drew after the scent trail with quiet pawsteps, but at a quickened pace as he hurried through the undergrowth. He soon found the isolated vole in the green grass, nosing around and looking for a snack, probably a berry or nut of some sort. He crouched down low to the ground for a moment in complete silence before charging forward and pouncing, catching the tiny rodent between his paws and killing it quickly without hesitation. Once the deed was done, Wolfclaw picked up the vole and lifted his head, looking back towards the way he came and began to step back down the path back to camp. This did not last long, however, when another scent caught his senses and made him drop the vole, making him think that he could get perhaps a second catch to take back to camp. The Maine Coon soon disappeared back into the bushes, determined to catch another piece of prey while he still had the chance before him. Being raised on the streets taught him not to hesitate with some things, especially something like this - catching food.