[Captain]

Originally Posted by Constellation

The bouncy snowy bengal made her way through the territory. Bounce here, bounce there. Her eyes had been closed, and she didn't pay attention to her surroundings. If by luck, she haven't hit anything that would leave her wounded. By luck - or by Starclan? Kittypet born, Pearcloud accepted the life of a warrior as quick as they come. She was heavily influenced by the life, and accepted of their traditions, their cultures, and their rules. The only thing was...she wasn't bright. Clearly, anyone can see that Pearcloud had the brightest heart any warrior could conquer, but she never had the brightest mindset. For a sweetiebelle like her, her lack of smarts, made up in a fair elegance. If you couldn't be smart, you might as well be pretty. Even though she wasn't that pretty of a feline, her heart contributed to how others saw her. It was bigger than any cat in the forest. Trusting and very easily broken. Pearcloud felt light on her paws, as if she was reaching the skies. If she jumped far enough, she would be able to pass the wondrous blue hues, and touch the darkening sky of the clouds. ''Oh, my goodness! I'll be able to - ''
BAM!
''Ow!'' Pearcloud knocked her head against a tree - wait, where did this come from? Pearcloud laid where she was, needing a bit of time to recuperate. She blinked rapidly, whimpering to herself for a quick moment. When, she finally got up, she nuzzled the tree. ''Oh, my. I'm so sorry tree,'' She purred, apologizing to the biotic factor, though it was unmoving. ''Mother nature, please forgive me for hurting your dear kit.'' She was being sincere. This was Pearcloud. She forgave everything. From inanimate objects to plants. She felt she had caused harm to nature, and she didn't like disrupting it.
After her little ''episode'' the molly unconsciously began grooming herself for a quick moment. She didn't know the territory of Riverclan well -- woah, wait! What was that! The clouded bengal's muzzle lifted, catching the scent of vole entering into her nostrils. ''Mmm, sounds like lunch.'' She licked her jaws and got up to pad after the prey. Her nose was pretty powerful, being able to smell accurately more than other felines. When she found the vole, she dug it up. ''Now, why would someone leave a perfectly fatten vole here? Did they not want it?'' She crunched her nose, then flattened her ears. Then, shook her head. It wouldn't be any use of leaving it here to rot. ''Don't mind if I do...'' She helped herself to the prey, bending her head down to get a grip of its meat.

The large brown-furred male padded through the undergrowth with a grumbling of curses and hisses being heard from under his breath with each step that he took. He had lost his chance to catch the second piece of prey, being too quick and noisy on his heavy paws in order to catch it in time before the small shrew had disappeared into the bushes where he had lost it for good, which put the warrior already in a bad, sour mood. He could’ve gotten that catch, as well as anyone else could have. The maine coon couldn’t help but growl as he headed back to his vole, the exact place where he had left it was still fresh in his mind. Wolfclaw had glad to have at least one piece of prey to bring back to the clan that somewhat trusted him, at least enough to keep him here. However, the muscular tom-cat soon stopped in his tracks rather abruptly when he noticed the backside of another cat in front of him, a few pawsteps further down the path as they tore into the vole that he had caught just moments before. Many thoughts went through his head, from the thought of him going through all the trouble of catching that just to have it be eaten by some mangy scavenger that couldn’t catch their own to the fact that any cat was forbidden to eat outside of camp - it was the common warrior code that he had been educated of when he first came to Riverclan. Wolfclaw’s lips peeled back into a threatening snarl as he lowered himself to the ground, his claws unsheathing as he was prepared to fight for his catch and teach his cat a lesson. It reminded him of his earlier moons in the alleys when he’d get in fights for food constantly in order to survive. “You mangy bottomfeeder!” He hissed, rather threateningly as he leapt straight at the she-cat in front of him, claws out as he aimed for her backside.