(lol you called me honeyfern but it’s ok)
Honeyfoot
Her green eyes grew wide as moons. She tried to say something but she couldn’t. She licked his ears, and they twined their tails. “I love you. More than anything.” she half murmured, half purred. “Well, I’m tired. We should get going.” she meowed. (You can skip to the next day, wherever you want) @Bramble12
(lol you called me honeyfern but it’s ok)
Honeyfoot
Her green eyes grew wide as moons. She tried to say something but she couldn’t. She licked his ears, and they twined their tails. “I love you. More than anything.” she half murmured, half purred. “Well, I’m tired. We should get going.” she meowed. (You can skip to the next day, wherever you want) @Bramble12
Larkstorm went of in the opposite direction, still surprised Dogbark had wanted to go hunting with her. Wow, StarClan wasn’t wrong when they picked him to be deputy. Not that she had doubted them or anything but still, it was amazing how perceptive they were.
She crept through the undergrowth, scenting for prey. At first she could not find a single piece to her frustration, but then she smelled a faint scent of mouse. Larkstorm froze and opened her jaws to get a better picture of where the mouse was. Then she turned sharply right and began to creep up on the mouse. Finally she saw it, not one but two! One was slightly bigger then the other; perhaps they were mates or brother and sister. Wait. Did mice even have mates? Larkstorm guessed they had to, if they had babies.
Larkstorm shook her head, clearing her mind. She could think about that later, but right now she had some hunting to do. She went into a hunter’s crouch, her tail flicking back and forth. She leaped, pouncing on the mice, one under each paw, and quickly killed each of them. Proud, she buried her prey and continued on.
Next, she caught the scent of a squirrel. Larkstorm licked her lips in anticipation as her mouth watered. Yes, mice were good, but squirrels? The most tastiest prey in the territories. She went back into her hunter’s crouch again, being even more careful now. She was not messing this up. She saw it sitting next to a tree, eating an acorn and looking around while it did. A suspicious prey. Awesome. Larkstorm took a deep breath, waved her tail, then pounced.
She landed on empty ground. No! She could see the squirrel making a mad dash for the oak tree. She ran at full speed, the wind flying through her fur. She leaped again, her paws landing on it’s tail. It struggled, trying to break free, but Larkstorm leaned down and quickly bit it’s spine. She stood over it and panted for a second, hot but proud. She took the squirrel and walked to where she had buried the mouse. After some strategic maneuvering she managed to fit all three pieces of prey in her mouth. Then she padded back to the meeting spot to wait for Dogbark.
The mouse, trapped between his paws, let out a startled squeak before Dogbark reached down and snapped its neck.
Warm, fresh blood trickled into his mouth, pleasing him as he felt the mouse, it was young and strong, a perfect meal for a kit, Queen, or Elder.
As he took the limp body to a place he commonly stored prey, he spotted a flurry of motion zipping away from him.
Rabbit.
He dropped the mouse and hastily scratched earth over it before giving chase, despite being at a disadvantage with his shorter-than-average legs, he was intent on catching that rabbit. The rabbit rounded a corner, and was now in a clearing, Dogbark slowed,
Maybe I can surprise it.
Ears pricked, tail and body low, he peeked into the clearing the rabbit was now looking all about itself, obviously looking for Dogbark. Soon, though, the rabbit seemed to come to the conclusion that it was no longer being chased, and it tentatively began to graze.
As soon as a back was turned, Dogbark sprang!
The rabbit let out a surprised shriek and tried to buck him off, he dug his claws in to its sides to pin it down, and buried his fangs in its neck, soon, it was still, and he was able to drag this over to his other catch.
Thank you StarClan for these two meals that will be had tonight.
Soon he had the rabbit over his back, and the mouse in his mouth, and he was padding to the spot to meet Larkstorm.
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Sting is a jerk. I am not. He is an unreliable 3rd person narrator
Don’t heed anything in his posts as my opinions augh
His dappled black and white pelt illuminated in the half light, while the tree tops above cover the dense gray sky. It had been moons since his last trip to the Thunder clan, whom he called the land of the squirrels. Netherless it was time for his usual bothering of the red necks. Which he ever so enjoyed.
Iro scented the air hoping to catch any sign of the clanners, his efforts when unavailed when the only the he could smell was deer dung and rotting leaves. But no need to fret! They'd come... They always did.
[OPEN]
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" Death is not mercurial. It's patient... unlike life."
His dappled black and white pelt illuminated in the half light, while the tree tops above cover the dense gray sky. It had been moons since his last trip to the Thunder clan, whom he called the land of the squirrels. Netherless it was time for his usual bothering of the red necks. Which he ever so enjoyed.
Iro scented the air hoping to catch any sign of the clanners, his efforts when unavailed when the only the he could smell was deer dung and rotting leaves. But no need to fret! They'd come... They always did.
[OPEN]
Dovepaw was wandering around bored. Walking around she smelled something odd a cat she never smelt before she crept up. Coming out of the bushes she asked. "Who are you. what are you doing here." she halfed meowed half hissed.
His dappled black and white pelt illuminated in the half light, while the tree tops above cover the dense gray sky. It had been moons since his last trip to the Thunder clan, whom he called the land of the squirrels. Netherless it was time for his usual bothering of the red necks. Which he ever so enjoyed.
Iro scented the air hoping to catch any sign of the clanners, his efforts when unavailed when the only the he could smell was deer dung and rotting leaves. But no need to fret! They'd come... They always did.
[OPEN]
Twigpaw
Twigpaw jumped, his fluffy dark brown pelt bristling and his tail bushed. “Yeah, dovepaws right! Who are you, and what are you doing, kittypet? he whispered to dovepaw, “I’ll go tell someone, right?” @Leafí
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The mouse, trapped between his paws, let out a startled squeak before Dogbark reached down and snapped its neck.
Warm, fresh blood trickled into his mouth, pleasing him as he felt the mouse, it was young and strong, a perfect meal for a kit, Queen, or Elder.
As he took the limp body to a place he commonly stored prey, he spotted a flurry of motion zipping away from him.
Rabbit.
He dropped the mouse and hastily scratched earth over it before giving chase, despite being at a disadvantage with his shorter-than-average legs, he was intent on catching that rabbit. The rabbit rounded a corner, and was now in a clearing, Dogbark slowed,
Maybe I can surprise it.
Ears pricked, tail and body low, he peeked into the clearing the rabbit was now looking all about itself, obviously looking for Dogbark. Soon, though, the rabbit seemed to come to the conclusion that it was no longer being chased, and it tentatively began to graze.
As soon as a back was turned, Dogbark sprang!
The rabbit let out a surprised shriek and tried to buck him off, he dug his claws in to its sides to pin it down, and buried his fangs in its neck, soon, it was still, and he was able to drag this over to his other catch.
Thank you StarClan for these two meals that will be had tonight.
Soon he had the rabbit over his back, and the mouse in his mouth, and he was padding to the spot to meet Larkstorm.
Larkstorm nodded to Dogbark as he walked in with his prey. She looked it over. A mouse and a rabbit. Both looked so good. “Nice rabbit,” She commented. “The elders will love it I’m sure.” She wasn’t sure if Dogbark would appreciate that. Would he take it the wrong way or will he become angry because it sounded like she hadn’t thought he would catch something good. Wait. Why did Larkstorm care so much? Not long ago he had been a warrior too. Just like her. Larkstorm straightened up. Stop thinking he’s better, She told herself. Then she added, “Did you want me to tell you about the warriors’ views on RiverClan?” She had been thinking of just waiting for him to ask, but she decided to tell him herself before this rare boost of confidence trickled away.
Thistlerose had to admit, she was impressed. Circling around him, she looked for anything that she could say to make it easier for him to catch a real mouse, but she was coming up blank for anything he could do better. Even when he had shimmied his rump a bit, it had been subtle enough that a mouse would have had the wind knocked out of them before they could run off. She was beginning to wonder if someone had forced him to learn things like this before, and had been exceedingly tough on him when it came to what he needed to do.
Finally she settled down and gave him a wide smile. “I honestly don’t think I see anything you could do better. You’ve taken to mouse hunting like a natural. You have very good instincts, Shatteredpaw, and I think you’ll do wonderfully as an apprentice. Would you like to try hunting a real mouse now? There’s usually some not too far from the training cave. Just try to make sure the wind is blowing towards you so that you’re downwind, then the prey can’t smell you and you’ll only have to worry about how close you get and how quiet you can be.”
“Do you have any questions before we head out to find you a mouse?”
(I'm curious. Have you written his past down anywhere yet?)
Bright blue eyes dilating, the tom suddenly took on a friendly demeanor. "oh good heavens! I didn't see u there!" He exasperated, whiskers twitching as humor threatened to show. " Nor did I smell you! That could mean ur really good at sneaking up on poor fellows like my self or you smell like the surrounding area, which by the way reeks of deer poo, " He paused momentarily, A smug grin creeping upon his muzzle " And if I'm being honest, I believe it's the second one." Iro leaned in a bit closer and took in a tentative whiff before reeling back drastically. " good gracious! It's definitely the second one!" he huffed out a couple of coughs and stepped back " does everyone smell like this or is it just you two?" his black plumed tail twitching in humor, at the moment he wasn't at all intimidated. Partly because they were young and looked duller than a box of rocks. Might as well get some taunts out before the whole clan arrived.
Bright blue eyes dilating, the tom suddenly took on a friendly demeanor. "oh good heavens! I didn't see u there!" He exasperated, whiskers twitching as humor threatened to show. " Nor did I smell you! That could mean ur really good at sneaking up on poor fellows like my self or you smell like the surrounding area, which by the way reeks of deer poo, " He paused momentarily, A smug grin creeping upon his muzzle " And if I'm being honest, I believe it's the second one." Iro leaned in a bit closer and took in a tentative whiff before reeling back drastically. " good gracious! It's definitely the second one!" he huffed out a couple of coughs and stepped back " does everyone smell like this or is it just you two?" his black plumed tail twitching in humor, at the moment he wasn't at all intimidated. Partly because they were young and looked duller than a box of rocks. Might as well get some taunts out before the whole clan arrived.
Re: ThunderClan Territory
