[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by mompaws

[ ahh, this is late! sorry! ]

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.

Blizzardhail wanted to let out a whine of annoyance. She had grown tired of hunting a while ago but had continued to hunt anyway for the sake of giving the clan some prey. Losing that catch had drained her determination to continue hunting and now she just wanted to flop onto the ground and bury her face into the snow. That was the second piece of prey that she’d missed today and she was ready to give up. So rather than searching for some positive thoughts to encourage herself, she fell back onto ground, letting the snow cushion her fall and lay there, staring up at the cloudless sky. The Turkish Angora let out a loud sigh of frustration and closed her eyes. In a way, she felt stressed. Really, she wasn’t stressed because there was nothing to stress about, but she felt stressed because she had only caught two pieces of prey and that in itself made her feel like she was failing her duty. The warrior closed her eyes and tried her best to push away all of thoughts and worries. For a moment, it was silent. The only thing that she could hear was the sound of her even breaths and a flock of birds chirping in the distance. But other than that, it was quiet. Blizzardhail lay on the ground, camouflaged amongst the white snow and grateful for the peace.
Suddenly, the sound of clumsy pawsteps interrupted her peace and her eyes shot open. She rose to her paws and sat down after she shook her pelt free of the cold substance. She opened her mouth and tasted the air. The soft breeze carried the scent of a ThunderClan cat and she slouched a little, glad that she wouldn’t have to be dealing with an intruder today. She quickly forgot about the cat that seemed to be headed her way and padded over to a large oak tree, bare of its leaves. She collapsed on the ground beside and curled up with her back to the tree trunk. Although the temperature was cold, the she-cat was hot from having run around so much, and having thick, long fur didn’t help her very much. She had her belly pressed against the ground in attempt to cool herself down. The snow stung against her stomach at first, but it got better the longer she stayed there. She closed her eyes and wrapped her tail around herself. Her breathing became even as she slowly drifted off into ‘dreamland’ and her body was still. The only part of her that moved was her tail fur whenever she exhaled.