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Post by Snowstar on Jan 29, 2006 19:36:56 GMT -5
Well, I think we're done for today.** Snowstar looks sympathetically at Twingepaw.** You'll get it next time. Fallenpaw, grab your mouse and head back to camp. Twingepaw, go get that mouse you had earlier. I'll get my rabbit.
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Twingetail
Kitten
Fresh Warrior
I am Twingetail, warrior of ShadowClan.
Posts: 46
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Post by Twingetail on Jan 29, 2006 20:07:38 GMT -5
Thanks, guys. **Twingepaw twitched his tail appreciatively at the other cats, then nodded at Snowstar and headed back to where his mouse was buried in the ground. Quickly digging it up, he grabbed it in his sharp teeth, fighting his hunger, and the urge to eat it.**
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Post by Fallenclaw on Jan 29, 2006 21:53:04 GMT -5
**Fallenpaw dipped her head and murmured quietly.** Of course, Snowstar.. **Without further comment, she slipped off silently throw the threatening shadows which were growing longer now that the sun was just about done with its shift. Upon reaching her destination, Fallenpaw swiftly sniffed air for conformation that this was the correct location and uncovered the small, slightly battered carcass. Lifting its limp body in her mouth, Fallenpaw set off for the camp at a swift canter, her motions smooth and silent as she leaped over a boulder, dashed past a tree, and scampered across a deep rut.**
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Post by SilverSTAR and SoulWIND! on Jul 7, 2006 19:28:39 GMT -5
~Later...~
**Soulpaw waits quietly for Riggatpaw**
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Post by RiggatPAW on Jul 8, 2006 11:46:40 GMT -5
*Riggatpaw pads quitely up to Soulpaw. He drops quitely into a hunting crouch creeps forward. He senses a small movement in the bushes a couple tail lengths away. He sniffs the air. Mouse. He sneaks up, preparing to pounce. He leans unto his haunches. Moving quickly he jumps high into the air and lands on the mouse, killing it silently.*
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Post by SilverSTAR and SoulWIND! on Jul 8, 2006 20:12:35 GMT -5
**Soulpaw then knows that her time to go hunt. she sniffs the air carefully, letting all the smells sink in... she then smells something, something in the bushes. The She-cat carefuly and quietly stalks up to the bushes and crouches down, hse smells again and smells a nice squirrel. She spots it-and it spots her-so she know shse must be careful. Soulpaw then leaps swatting it to wound it. She pins it to the ground, and finaly gives the death-bite.**
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Post by RiggatPAW on Jul 9, 2006 18:10:41 GMT -5
*Riggatpaw nods at Soulpaw, then wanders a little deeper into the forest. He soon finds himself in a hot, rather closed in, thicket. However, despite the thicket being uncomfortable, Riggatpaw smells rabbit. Fat rabbit. He pads up, silently. He sniffs. This rabbit smells of twolegs. He is a fat twoleg pet! He pads closer and peers around a corner. What a strange rabbit! It is white whith red eyes and a black spot on the back. Riggatpaw looks closer. The rabbit is stuck in the thicket. Easy kill! He thinks of how the rabbit would taste.What a fat rabbit! It will taste good. And such easy kill too! He walks right up to the rabbit and bites it. Not wanting to return to the thicket, Riggatpaw walks out and buries the rabbit. Taking a deep breath, he moves off, avoiding the thicket. He soon sniffs another thing, mouse! He stalks up. The mouse has his back toward Riggatpaw. Riggatpaw Stalks up, squats, and pounces. The mouse saw him! Still in mid air, Riggat paw twists his body around. Missed! He pads of again, hoping the mouse did not alert all the animals around about him.*
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Post by RiggatPAW on Aug 19, 2008 8:11:52 GMT -5
--Two years later--
--Sort of--
*Riggatstorm bounded into the woods, smelling all the different plants, animals, and other things..such as cats. He could smell Mostly his clan, Shadowclan, but also in the distance, faint traces of Thunderclan. Hoping the hadn't dared cross into his clan's territory, he concentrated on the other smells; mice. One of them was near, very near. He felt it's little paw's hitting the ground, smelled it's tasty scent on the crisp air, and heard it rustling in the bushes, practically at his foot paw. It almost was if Riggatstorm was invisible, or that the mouse thought he was not a threat. Preparing, he crouched down slowly, as to not disturb the mouse. Unsheathing his claws, he pounced! For a brief, wonderful second, he was soaring through the air, lost in the wonderful blue sky, and free to go wherever he wished. With a thud, he landed, squarely on top of the poor mouse, who had not quite finished what he was doing; eating a small piece of clover, or some such plant. Riggatstorm couldn't tell, medicine cat's were the ones who knew about plants. Breaking the mouses neck (just to be sure) he buried it, scooping out the dark, rich earth next to a soaring tree, so high he could almost not see the top. Happy at his first catch of his first hunt as a warrior, he almost shouted out, catching himself in the nick of time. He was a warrior, so he had to act like it. Even though it would be so much more fun to run through the forest, regardless of boundaries, prey, or noise. He could leap into the sky, land on Windclan's moors and run to Riverclan, where he would swim through their territory, catching many sparkling fish (or at least he assumed the would sparkle) finally reaching Thunderclan, where he could slink through the many trees, spaced far apart, unlike the forest he lived in, Shadowclan. Suddenly shaking himself, Riggatstorm forced himself to concentrate. Warriors were good examples, hunted lots, went on patrol, and never complained. The only problem being the lack of people to be an example too, the lack of cats to hunt for, the lack of other clans to bravely defend his borders from, and the lack of other warriors to complain too. There were only three warriors in Shadowclan, two of them recently promoted. And Shadowclan was one of the ones thriving. Oh well, he could hunt like normal, catching as much prey as possible to feed the tiny clan, meaning they all would b stronger. Taking a breathe, he tried to find another scent.*
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