[Spiderfrost]

Originally Posted by Arie

-- @Spiderfrost --

Breezefeather nodded at Daisybloom's answer and lead the way out of the clearing and out unto the moors. The wind that caressed him had the silver tom standing high on his paws as he felt the breeze through his fur and he let out a sigh of happiness and relief. The moors we're always a good place to be and especially now. "I was named after this. This breeze that runs through the moor and carries itself so wild and pridefully. There is a reason why I love this place so much." With that he started on the trek up the hills that made the moors such a special place. Windclanners thrived in these hills, their strength being their ability to move up and over the hills at a greater speed than the other clans and this proved true when he started out at a slow jog. Daisybloom was keeping up but the strain it was putting on her body, this run over the hills. When a familiar smell hit his nose he stopped immediately. Rabbit. They were lucky. Gesturing to Daisybloom as she caught up with him he pointed up over the hill with his tail. "There is a clear smell of rabbit coming directly from over there. I'll try to catch it, it'll probably be one of our few chances for such a large prey to add to the freshkill pile." With that he crouched low before picking up speed. He knew he had to get somewhere close in order to be able to catch up with the rabbit's speed. The smell became more and more apparent and he then spotted it's ears. It was right there, a fox length or two in front of him. With as much explosive power he could use, he speed up and soon it was a chase. A damn good one. He felt the wind and had his neck stretched out his legs eating up ground as he closed in on the rabbit and with a turn over the ridge he managed to get his paws around it. He did however loose his balance and with the dead rabbit he rolled quite a few times. Looking back to Daisybloom he walked over there, a spring in his step, the feeling of the chase had yet to leave his body. "One rabbit caught. We could probably continue further north but I am not sure." With that he laid down on the group, catching his breath for a few short moments.

There was still the over hanging feeling of unease as Daisy followed the Windclan warrior towards the open land of their territory. She looked up into the clear, bright sky and the clouds that sent rolling shadows across their land. The breeze carried the scents of cats and grass and prey she was unfamiliar with; even the scent of coyote still. But that one would fade next rain fall.

Breezefeather seemed to stand up straighter as they climbed the hills. He gained a strength and familiarity Daisybloom was sure she held under the cover of trees and looming darkness. At the top of the hill, he spoke and she listened and could believe it. The wind here was so strong and it shifted constantly.

And then the run. Or, it felt like a run, many tail-lengths ahead of her Breezefeather seemed to barely break a sweat. But the hills and flat lands worked the she-cats legs in ways she was unfamiliar with. For just a moment though, as she looked up again as she ran, at the sky, the wind brushing her fur flatter she almost wondered if this was what birds felt like. The wonder and her own exhaustion left her breathless as she stumbled to slow her steps on Breezefeathers command.

Rabbit. She's had one before, on the off chance they wandered into the pine forest. It usually took two cats to out smart one, or one cat fast enough to catch it off guard. They were hard to hunt, their ear so sensitive to every little sound. Daisybloom looked at her guide with curiosity, but Windclan hunted them all the time and this was the first time she'd see it. The warrior's green eyes seemed to glitter in her excitement to see. And then he was off. As fast as a rabbit and Daisybloom couldn't help but watch wide eyed, her feet shuffling in building excitement at the sheer speed he could run that was surely as fast as every other Windclan cat--but still. It was amazing!

He caught up with the rabbit and took it down as fluidly as any well trained hunter in the pine forest waiting for the right moment to strike at a crow or lizard. She perked up as he stumbled slightly, but there he was, dragging the prey up to where he'd left her and she could feel the grin break across her face before she felt her voice come back to her. Because that was amazing, he was amazing.

"Breezefeather! That was--that was amazing!" for lack of better words. "I never knew windclan cats were so fast, and you just pounced on that rab--BIT--" as soon as she got to her paws to meet the tom halfway the forest cat was stumbling tail over head down the hill with a startled yowl. Tumbling well past Breezefeather himself and into a stone jutting out from the ground. She found herself with a definite headache with her back paws in the air and her back up against the rock. She was upside down and confused as she blinked the stunned blurriness from her vision and trying to figure out what just happened.