ThunderClan Territory

[Terrestrial]

Originally Posted by Brightspot

Scowling against the affront to her status, the besmirched molly fathoms her ebony-patched pelt prickling, lithe figure laden with irritation. Maw snapping shut, her gaze merely narrows in offense towards the kit, sable-smattered tail whsking this way and that amid muted choler. Was she not imposing enough as an apprentice? Why didn't he respect her? This is so...so...aggravating!

Nevertheless, her flaxen gaze remains trained upon Condorkit's juvenile form as he alleges his adeptness in the skill, concluding that it would be a rather stupid notion to leave the kit without supervision, regardless of how much she might like to. Features twisting, a glower pervades the apprentice's muzzle, a low, rumbling, disbelieving chortle emitting her in an endeavor to sheath her apprehensive unease.

"Pfft! Yeah, right!" She yowls, suddenly worried about being shown up by this weird, mean kitten. "Go on, then! Hunt something! Bet you can't!"

Scrutinizing the prey before them, however, Brightpaw had allowed an irked chuckle to abscond her maw, intently observing the kitten before her. There's no way! She ponders, subconsciously attempting to soothe her own frayed, diffident nerves. There's no way he knows how to hunt! The inquiry on Condorkit's lips does very little to inhibit the dangerous pride that is suddenly incensing her.

"Best hunter in the Clan my flank!" Brightpaw titters, derision & mockery billowing from her tone. "If you're so good, you ought to know the types of prey, shouldn't you?"

Hollowedaster heard his apprentice Brightpaw and...was that Condorkit?! The black and white tom raced toward them seeing Condorkit crouching behind a porcupine. Hollowedaster quickly grabbed the kit and dashed away as the stupid spiky animal shot it's quills at them, dodging them he set the kit down and looked them stern "What were you thinking?! Running away from camp and trying to hunt a porcupine!" he scolded Condorkit "You could've gotten hurt or worse!" turning to face Brightpaw "Brightpaw why the hell didn't you bring him back to camp?! I am very disappointed in you both!" he finished his rant pissed of course. @Dust

[Dust]

[Porcupines don't actually shoot their quills!]

Condorkit turned with a hiss to Brightpaw, "Of course I know, but that isn't any prey I've ever seen.. It's huge!" This thing could feed the whole clan! He gestured with his tail to the large lumbering porcupine, the name of which he wasn't sure. Regardless, he would catch it. Prove himself to this stinky apprentice and his whole clan and get paw fed prey everyday! We love you, Condor! Condor! Condor! they would cheer his name. Filling with determination from the thought of little ol' himself being idolized, Condorkit crept forward - undeterred as the strange creature let out a strange hiss, it's feet stomping erratically on the ground. The kitten's entire pelt was standing on edge, puffing up to almost twice his size, but yet he slowly continued on,

"Don't you do anything stupid!" He hissed to the creature, "You're going back to camp to be eaten whether you like it or not!" Another step forward and the creature was doing small charges his direction, angling the strange quills towards him. What the heck was this thing doing? Dancing? Swallowing back the fear that was rising in his belly, Condorkit scuttled forward on his tippy-toes hissing at the creature and just as he was about to get the perfect angle to take it down (definitely not)...

"Ahhhh!" As Hollowedaster burst through the brush, it sent a frightened, and obviously startled, Condorkit rolling over himself and situated just behind the porcupine. With the stars in perfect alignment, the porcupine jutted it's quills straight into Condorkit's rear-end, sending the kitten FLEEING straight into Hollowedaster's jaws. As the warrior scooped him up, Condorkit let out blood-curdling wails, his paws flailing wildly until he was finally put down. Instead of bothering to listen to whoever this was scold him about something stupid, Condorkit was dancing, shaking, and absolutely loosing his mind with pain.

"IT BIT ME, IT BIT ME! IT HURTS! HELP! HELP!" Why weren't they bringing him back to camp?! Why was he still blabbering on about whatever?! "BRING ME TO CAMP!" The kitten wailed, still twirling around to see where the heck the creature had bit him, only to be surprised by the multiple quills sticking out from his rump. This only intensified the horrendous wails from the kit.

"CAMP. C-CAMP! CAMP! CAMP! TALLMARSH!"

@Brightspot @FlameQueen

[Terrestrial]

Originally Posted by Dust

[Porcupines don't actually shoot their quills!]

Condorkit turned with a hiss to Brightpaw, "Of course I know, but that isn't any prey I've ever seen.. It's huge!" This thing could feed the whole clan! He gestured with his tail to the large lumbering porcupine, the name of which he wasn't sure. Regardless, he would catch it. Prove himself to this stinky apprentice and his whole clan and get paw fed prey everyday! We love you, Condor! Condor! Condor! they would cheer his name. Filling with determination from the thought of little ol' himself being idolized, Condorkit crept forward - undeterred as the strange creature let out a strange hiss, it's feet stomping erratically on the ground. The kitten's entire pelt was standing on edge, puffing up to almost twice his size, but yet he slowly continued on,

"Don't you do anything stupid!" He hissed to the creature, "You're going back to camp to be eaten whether you like it or not!" Another step forward and the creature was doing small charges his direction, angling the strange quills towards him. What the heck was this thing doing? Dancing? Swallowing back the fear that was rising in his belly, Condorkit scuttled forward on his tippy-toes hissing at the creature and just as he was about to get the perfect angle to take it down (definitely not)...

"Ahhhh!" As Hollowedaster burst through the brush, it sent a frightened, and obviously startled, Condorkit rolling over himself and situated just behind the porcupine. With the stars in perfect alignment, the porcupine jutted it's quills straight into Condorkit's rear-end, sending the kitten FLEEING straight into Hollowedaster's jaws. As the warrior scooped him up, Condorkit let out blood-curdling wails, his paws flailing wildly until he was finally put down. Instead of bothering to listen to whoever this was scold him about something stupid, Condorkit was dancing, shaking, and absolutely loosing his mind with pain.

"IT BIT ME, IT BIT ME! IT HURTS! HELP! HELP!" Why weren't they bringing him back to camp?! Why was he still blabbering on about whatever?! "BRING ME TO CAMP!" The kitten wailed, still twirling around to see where the heck the creature had bit him, only to be surprised by the multiple quills sticking out from his rump. This only intensified the horrendous wails from the kit.

"CAMP. C-CAMP! CAMP! CAMP! TALLMARSH!"

@Brightspot @FlameQueen

Hollowedaster spotted the quills sticking out of the kits rump "great StarClan Condorkit!" he yowled and grabbed Condorkit then sprinted back to camp leaping gracefully over some debris from the fire. The toms black and white pelt flowing in the wind as he ran back to camp. @Brightspot

[Brightspot]

Originally Posted by FlameQueen

Hollowedaster heard his apprentice Brightpaw and...was that Condorkit?! The black and white tom raced toward them seeing Condorkit crouching behind a porcupine. Hollowedaster quickly grabbed the kit and dashed away as the stupid spiky animal shot it's quills at them, dodging them he set the kit down and looked them stern "What were you thinking?! Running away from camp and trying to hunt a porcupine!" he scolded Condorkit "You could've gotten hurt or worse!" turning to face Brightpaw "Brightpaw why the hell didn't you bring him back to camp?! I am very disappointed in you both!" he finished his rant pissed of course. @Dust

Startled by the abruptness of her mentor's chastising, stupefied by the rapid reorienting of the subject, the apprentice bows her head amid discernible anxious chagrin. Flaxen gaze flitting towards Condorkit, the molly glowers lightly, ivory toes pawing uncomfortably against the earth as a caterwaul absconds her lithe maw. "He wouldn't have gone with me!"

The rapid hammering of her heart amid her chest appeared to sober Brightpaw up enough to at least look a tad ashamed of herself. "I didn't think it'd be a smart idea to leave him here alone, though, so I tried to stay and watch him. I would've carried him back if he got hurt..."

Stepping lightly, Brightpaw mopes back to camp, following Hollowedaster and Condorkit.

[Vessel]

@Starfall @Slushie

While Mosspaw did that, Sunsnow decided to hunt. He turned around, flicking his tail as he drank in the forest scents. Luckily, it didn't take long for him to pick up a mouse. He dropped into a hunting crouch, the same as the one he demonstrated, and focused on the prey-scent.

There.

The trail was coming from the roots of an old tree, and as he crept up to it, the tom could clearly see his quarry. He came closer, checking the wind every once in awhile in case it changed. At last, he was close enough. Sunsnow bunched his legs up behind him and leaped, claws outstretched. He landed right on top of the mouse, who let out a shrill squeak of surprise before he dispatched it with a swift bite behind the head.

He looked at the dead body, the warmth seeping out of it and sighed.

I wish I could share this with Buckbranch.

The orange cat shook out his fur, as if throwing off the thought. He then scraped a hole in the dirt, placed the mouse inside, and covered it once more. He looked up at the sky, and realized that it was getting late!

"We'd better get going, you two!" He hesitated, then added; "Well, Mosspaw, how about we stay until you catch your first piece of prey?"

[dino.]

[ @Vessel @Starfall ]

Buckbranch shouldered his way through the underbrush, the squirrel hanging from his jaws. "I don't know about you two, but I'm heading back," he stated flatly. "Duskfeather will murder me if I don't show up, and I think we're already late." He turned in the direction of camp, flicking his tail. He paused, glanced back to meow, "Good luck with your hunt, Mosspaw," then disappeared back into the snowy bushes.

[BEAR.]

Originally Posted by Kitty Mama

Mintfrost tried to envision the animal that came to mind in a blurry form at best. "It has been moons since I've seen one...or scented one. If it's weak, we might have a chance of taking it for the clan's food." Both were injured from the battle, not majorly, but enough where it could impair their fighting. Now, he liked the idea of using it for food and he could already smell some blood in the air. "If we stay quiet and sneaky, we should be safe following it." Mintfrost was lowered to the ground already to creep through the undergrowth and trailing after the scent.

Oooh, sneaky! Bluegorse could do that, he thought-- mimicking Mintfrost's crouch, eager to follow him into the undergrowth.

The scent of blood was getting stronger, and Bluegorse looked around them. A wolverine.. he didn't know what they looked like, only a vague idea of it being a large beast...

And his eyes widened as the creature came into sight, a trail of blood in its wake as the dark animal moved through the snow.

[Leucos]

Heading into the territory . Lionwhisker decided to go without cherrybubble for hunting. He was still a bit sour over the fact that she just simply forgot to report back to dusk....but then again she did take the fault for it. So he couldn't be completely upset. Getting into a crouch the tom started his search for prey. After a long while of seeking he returned with a somewhat plump vole for the pile and trotted on back.

[Terrestrial]

Hollowedaster dropped into a hunters crouch, carefully following the scurrying mouse then....POUNCE! The gray and white tom swiftly ended it with sharp nip to the neck.

[Grimshadow]

@Solstice_X

The sound of rustling, breaking branches, and crunching of snow was suddenly carried across the forest floor, alerting anyone in the vicinity to some sort of presence. Was it a group of attacking cats? A large animal? Whatever was making the noise was big. At first, it was hard to discern what direction it was coming from, but it didn't take long for the sound to get closer, which was quickly followed by a tiny, yet fast mouse, scurrying in panic past Morningsun, obviously in a hurry to get away from something, or someone. A moment later, a nearby thicket of brambles shook, and a rather large tom, gray and black in colour, came bounding forth out of it; with barely time to react, he promptly collided with the similarly fluffy golden she-cat at full speed, and tumbled into a nearby patch of snow as a blunt pain shot across his body. Grimshadow however wasn't one to voice his sudden discomfort, and only grunted as he used his powerful front legs to lift himself up, and with a shake of his head, see what exactly he'd apparently run into.