"See you later Yarrowfang. I'm going to hunt a little while longer." She mewed, trying to see of she could pick up any other scents. Gingershadow tries to pick up the stench of crow. She inhales, absorbing the scents around her. 9TuVKhMR1-100 She spots a crow nearby. Yes. She crouches, ready to pounce. 1d6+3 She pounces on the crow, it fights until she bites down hard on it's neck, killing it. Gingershadow stares at her prey tempted to eat it. Her mouth begins to water. She couldn't help herself, she takes a couple bites of the crow before heading towards camp.
Ravenstar watched as his warriors fumbled around. He couldn't help but cringe at the embarrassing scene. His warriors didn't seem quite up to par today. He nodded to them as they left, giving them a slightly forced smile. "I think I will hunt a bit more. I might even try other territories if I don't find anything. I will join you soon." he called after them.
He sniffed to see if there was even any rats left or if they had all been chased off.
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To his surprise he noticed a small quivering body some distance away. He crouched and stalked it, praying it wasn't too on edge after his warriors had chased them all around. He steadied his breathing, then pounced.
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To his dismay, it scurried away while he was in midair. He huffed as he watched it disappear. Perhaps it was time to move on; the Darkened Grove had become suddenly unlucky for hunting. He prowled off into the trees, tail twitching. (Ravenstar exits)1d100·1d6+3
Molefur gave his head a slight shake. At least they were able to come back with SOMETHING for the others, he supposed. Maybe they could go out as a team later and find some better food.
"I suppose I'll follow Yarrowfang...maybe someone else back at camp's ready to head out." He realized that he wouldn't mind going out and checking another hunting party.
Quickly, he exited the area, heading back to camp.
Yarrowfang searched around for Nightmoon. She had invited him to go hunting with her, but he had lost sight of the she-cat. Eventually he made it into the Darkened Grove. Where did she go? Well, hopefully she'd come find him here in a few minutes.
Lowering himself down quietly among the thick undergrowth, he flicked his ears and waited. He was sure that most prey wouldn't be able to sense him here, and he slowly opened his jaws to scent the approaching-morning air. From where he was situated he could hear little rustles of nocturnal creatures hurrying to finish the last of their rounds, and he was tempted to go ahead and start the hunt. Why not? He was hungry, and all the prey would slip out of his grasp if he didn't hurry. Lifting his head ever so slightly, he decided to see if he could find a rat again. Last time he had hunted here with Molefur, Gingershadow, and Ravenstar, the hunt hadn't ended up too well, despite him managing to nab one of the fleeing rodents. But today would be a different story.
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He found one! Inhaling the scent of his quarry, he moved, slowly raising his haunches from the ground. He was a creature of the night, his every sense focused on the hunt. He heard the rat...he knew it was just beyond those roots.
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Yarrowfang sprang forth, catching the rat by surprise and ending it's life with a single bite to the neck. Licking his lips, he eagerly began to eat. He couldn't stop himself. It would be fine, though. He deserved this. He'd just hunt more for the clan later.
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Like a whirlwind of leaves being swept around in a pool, a wave of dreams entered his mind. Dreams of the forest, of an endless darkness, and of surreal landscapes…yet unlike most of these dreams, this one was more vivid than anything else he‘d ever experienced. What could it be? Yet slowly, these visions left his mind, replaced with blackness.
Suddenly, his body jolted and his eyes shot awake. He was laying on the ground, surrounded by dirt and leaves. Yarrowfang realized he was in the Darkened Grove, and remembered he had been feasting on a rat just before. A wave of shock caused the tom to tingle all over. Yowling in pain, he managed to stumble forwards and positioned his body so that he was standing, but had his face buried in the dirt. It took several minutes for the pain to leave his body, and could feel his stomach pulsating. Yarrowfang gritted his teeth. He felt like he was dying! Or wait. Maybe he had already died. But that wasn’t possible - once you’re dead, you’re dead, right?
With a yowl that seemed to shake the forest, Yarrowfang started jumping away like a crazy cat, his fur on end. Something…SOMETHING had cast a strange feeling over him, that caused him to prickle and twitch with unease. His breaths came in short gasps, and he was inexplicably frightened. What was wrong with him?! Not capable of believing that Starclan had given him another life, Yarrowfang could only be scared as he wondered what had happened.
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As Lionstrike prowled the forest, a single yowl came from the forest and made his fur stand on end. Alarmed, he stormed through the forest like a thunderstorm, his paws skidding and sending leaves flying as he laid eyes upon the tabby. “Yarrowfang! What the matter?!” He asked, his eyes darting around. What happened? Why had he shouted out? There was no attack from what he could see, but Yarrowfang did seem to be acting very strange…he looked sick, or something. The massive tom didn’t get too close, a little uncomfortable, but did come over to sniff a rat that he had presumably caught, in case there was something wrong with it…
Suddenly, he heard the approach of another cat and whirled around to face Lionstrike. He looked concerned, or at least alarmed. But who wouldn‘t be? He was probably looking crazy right now. But he wasn‘t crazy! “I-I don’t know! Nothings wrong with me but I-I think...well, I ate something but it didn't help my hunger!” Yarrowfang stammered out, his yellow eyes opened wide, and wild. He dug his claws into the dirt. Suddenly feeling a bubbling in his stomach, the tom crouched on the ground, retching up yellowy vomit. He really was sick, wasn’t he? He saw Lionstrike move over to the rat he had eaten earlier, and felt an urgency in his chest that he had never felt before. “Wait!” He shouted.
Staggering over to the half-eaten rat, Yarrowfang snarled as the bigger tom sniffed the carcass, swiping the air in front of him as a warning. “That’s mine!” He hissed. Yarrowfang then gorged upon it once more , ripping apart it’s bloody meat and swallowing it without grace. He had just eaten before his fainting spell, or whatever that was, but something told him that he had had a close call…he had starved. STARVED. He had been hungry, but he hadn’t thought his hunger was that bad…he couldn’t get like that again, or bad things would happen.
His maw was stained with the blood of his meal, and once he realized what he had done, he flickered his gaze up at Lionstrike in shock and flattened his ears. “I mean, I didn’t mean to - but, I’m sorry - just, ARRGHH!” The tabby tom turned tail and ran off, deeper into the forest…he just needed some time alone right now.
[Exit Yarrowfang]
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Lionstrike was shocked from Yarrowfang’s sudden erratic behavior, to say the least. Not only was he acting weird…well, weird-ER than normal, but he had actually swatted at him for getting to close to the freshkill and proceeded to eat like a mad cat! What in the world was going on?
He didn’t have time to react, as he had stammered out an apology and disappeared. “Hold on - come back here!” He shouted after him, starting to run but slowing as he realized he was gone. Shaking his head, he turned around and buried what remained of the rat’s carcass.
Frowning, Lionstrike wondered if he should tell someone about Yarrowfang…he wasn’t comfortable having that lemonface around if he was gonna act like that. Before he could do that however, the clan needed to be restocked with freshkill, and he wanted to bring something big and juicy back for the clan to feast on. Especially since there were more mouths to feed now.
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Prowling after the fresh scent trail of a woodchuck, he found the creature walking through the shadowy forest. Lionstrike did not crouch; he would lunge immediately, claws unsheathed to attack the creature head-on!
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He pounced the creature and raked his claws over it's back. His attack did not fell the woodchuck, so he attacked again.
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This time the woodchuck tried to evade his attack, but he was more than a match for it. Sinking his teeth into it's thick fur, he brought the rodent down and felt it go limp under his heavy frame. Pleased with his kill, he whispered his gratitude to Starclan and lifted up his kill to return it to camp, taking time to make mark a few places on his way back. [Exit Lionstrike] 1d100·1d6+4·1d6+4
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Ravenstar stalked into the Darkened Grove, staying in the shadows and carefully checking his surroundings. Talonhawk had escaped of his own accord and Ashenmane had reassured him that the rogue would not return for awhile, but he would take no chances. His caution was not helped by the terrible realization that this had been the place of his last conversation with Gingershadow. He bit back the grief and concentrated on the task at paw. Not wanting to linger, he quickly breathed in and checked for the scent of any prey nearby.
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1d100 [checking for mockingbird, 1-55]
In his hurry, Ravenstar realized he was being a bit careless. He almost missed a small form nestling in the branches above. He clambered up the tree and without hesitation attacked the mockingbird.
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Even in his rushed and sloppy state, he pounced on the bird with such incredible precision and ferocity that it immediately fell limp and slid off the branch. He expertly kept his attention on the other branches, knowing his attack might rustle awake other prey.
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Sure enough, another bird fluttered in nearby leaves in its preparation for flight. He had startled it, but Ravenstar still swung out a paw with claws unsheathed as he balanced on his own branch.
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Surprisingly, his haste did not hinder his hunt. Ravenstar felt his claws puncture the bird's breast and he drew it to his mouth, crunching down on its head and dropping it on ground below. Inspired, he leaped to a neighboring branch and boldly searched for more nesting birds. It may be unlikely that he find another, but he was enjoying some awfully good luck right now.
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Awfully good luck. A terrible grin stretched his face as he plunged after a crow that squawked and cried at the bloodthirsty intruder. This kill was even easier than the last -- he caught onto the bird with his claws and plummeted downward with it, ultimately crushing it beneath him to break his fall. In delight, he gathered it into his jaws and padded over to the other dead birds, swiping some needles over them. He'd return for those soon. (Ravenstar exits)1d100·1d100·1d6+5·1d100·1d100·1d100·1d6+5·1d100
Ravenstar hurried back into the Darkened Grove, following his own trail until he arrived at the shallowly buried mockingbird and blackbird. He lifted them in his jaws, and with some difficulty, managed to carry both with him back in the direction of camp. He didn't want to make too many unnecessary trips. He dropped the mockingbird and blackbird repeatedly and began to wonder if it wouldn't just be easier to have made the two separate trips. Finally, he dropped the blackbird and batted the mockingbird along, though it was a difficult task and the bird ended up worse for wear by the end of it. He accomplished his task, though, and returned to camp with both birds. (Ravenstar exits)
Note: I thought it'd be kind of pointless to make four more posts just to get birds from Point A to Point B -- hopefully no one minds? Trying to hurry through these posts just so I can get Ravenstar fed and off to the Gathering.
Moonfire watched as she found a Rat and watched it before attapting to pin it.
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She saw that this was going to be a bit hard but didn't wory about it, and tryed again to pin it. 1d6+2
Having filed to pin agaain she knew what was going to happen. And soon after the rat ran away. Moonfire kept her spirits high and diide to search for another rat. 1-100 She managed to find another rat and dicided to attack first this time. 1d6+2
Monnfire smiled as her attack was succeful and got her first kill in the Darkened Grove. She layed down and began to eat part of the Rat. After she had ate her part she dicided to leave the rest where it was for anyone who may come past. With her belly more full she dicided to go back to camp.