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Hunting
Jan 19, 2006 16:18:11 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Jan 19, 2006 16:18:11 GMT -5
**Travel throughout WindClan’s territory in search of prey. What will you catch? A young rabbit? A plump, fat mouse? Just remember, the Clan comes first! Catch some prey for the fresh-kill pile before you eat.
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A young, pretty tortoiseshell cat stands at the entrance to the WindClan camp, her long tail swinging back and forth.** Anycat care to join me on a hunt? **She flicks her ear impatiently.** We must go now, before sunhigh comes and it gets too hot.
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Hunting
Jan 23, 2006 16:56:21 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 23, 2006 16:56:21 GMT -5
** A grey tabby tom trots up, dropping to the forest floor respectefully before rising and smiling. His grey tail is curved and his ears pricked.** I will come, Roawnstar. It's been a while since I've hunted for the clan, and I need some practice.
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Hunting
Jan 23, 2006 19:23:36 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Jan 23, 2006 19:23:36 GMT -5
**Rowanstar bobbed her head and looked around one more time.** Good. I don't think anycat else is coming, so let's go, shall we? **The tortoiseshell turned and trotted off without waiting for an answer, weaving her way through the tall grass that covered WindClan's territory. Scenting rabbit, she lowered herself into a hunter's crouch and crept up towards a small hill, silently waiting for the right moment... NOW! She leaped, front legs outstretched. Feeling her sharp claws sink into the startled rabbit's flesh, she bit down on its backbone, killing it swiftly.**
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Hunting
Jan 23, 2006 19:35:31 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 23, 2006 19:35:31 GMT -5
** Kempaw follows silently, going in a different direction. He smells rabbit- fresh, and near by. He drops to stalking position and waits. The grey tabby is soon rewarded with the sound of a hopping rabbit near by. He walks forward, careful to tread lightly, and pounces. Biting down on its neck, the rabbit struggles, but is soon dead. He drops it, fighting back the urge to eat it. Clan first, Clan first...**
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Hunting
Jan 23, 2006 20:11:47 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Jan 23, 2006 20:11:47 GMT -5
**Rowanstar padded up and looked approvingly at the freshkill.** Good job. Let's keep going. **The young leader turned her lithe body and trotted through the plains. She opened her mouth to let air over her scent glands and her whiskers trembled in eagerness. Thrush! It was her favorite prey. Looking back at Kempaw, she asked quietly, wanting to know how keen his senses were.** Kempaw, what do you smell?
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Hunting
Jan 23, 2006 20:16:19 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 23, 2006 20:16:19 GMT -5
** Kempaw sniffs, scents instantly filling his nostrils.** I smell...thrush, and some mice over a way's...** He wrinkles his nose.** What smell is that?
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Hunting
Jan 23, 2006 20:20:59 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Jan 23, 2006 20:20:59 GMT -5
**Rowanstar lifted her snout and took a long sniff. There was a new scent. Looking around worriedly, she crept forward and whispered back to Kempaw.** I think it's a fox. It smells stale, but we'd better check it out.
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Hunting
Jan 23, 2006 20:23:12 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 23, 2006 20:23:12 GMT -5
Never know, could be badger..** He whispers back. He creeps behind her, the smell getting stronger as he breathes it in.**You sure it's stale? Smells pretty strong...
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Hunting
Jan 23, 2006 20:27:52 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Jan 23, 2006 20:27:52 GMT -5
**Rowanstar halted for a moment and took another long scent. Yes, it was definitely fox. She assured Kempaw over her shoulder.** Fox scent is always strong. I'm certain it's a fox, though that's not much better. Perhaps it's gone. We need to check it out, either way. **The young WindClan leader crept forward, her belly fur brushing the ground. Suddenly, she stopped. In front of her was a den, but from the sight and smell of it, it was long deserted. Relaxing, she looked back at Kempaw and meowed in relief.** Don't worry. It's abandoned. We should be safe.
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Hunting
Jan 24, 2006 7:27:33 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 24, 2006 7:27:33 GMT -5
** Kempaw steps frward catiously and peers into the den.** You're right- this one ahsn't been used in a while.** He backs away and shudders, thinkning about what could've happened if the fox had still been there.**
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Hunting
Jan 24, 2006 20:28:29 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Jan 24, 2006 20:28:29 GMT -5
**Rowanstar flashed a smile at the tabby, touching his shoulder with her tail reassuringly.** Don't worry. That thrush is probably gone, but let's see what else we can catch before sunhigh. **The tortoiseshell turned and headed off through the tall, wavy grass, her tail held high like a beacon.**
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Hunting
Jan 25, 2006 7:59:58 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 25, 2006 7:59:58 GMT -5
** Kempfur bounds after her, sniffing here and there for prey scents.**
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Hunting
Jan 25, 2006 19:07:18 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Jan 25, 2006 19:07:18 GMT -5
**Rowanstar stopped suddenly and lifted her snout inquiringly. Yes, there it was. Thrush. Her body trembled as she recognized the scent. Flicking her tail at Kempfur to get his attention, the tortoiseshell she-cat motioned with her ears towards where she knew the thrush was- sitting on a low bush.** Do you want to get this one? I'll move on.
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Hunting
Jan 25, 2006 19:10:37 GMT -5
Post by Torclaw and Kempfur on Jan 25, 2006 19:10:37 GMT -5
** As an answer, Kempfur crouches and motions her forward. He licks his lips in aticipation of bird in his mouth. Thrush wasn't particulary his favourite, but bird was better then squirrel. He moves slowly, watching the bird preen. He wiggles his rump, takes a step, and pouces, surprising the thrush and quickly taking care of it. He buries it to come back to later and looks to Rowanstar, a smile lighting his face.**
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Hunting
Jan 25, 2006 19:29:05 GMT -5
Post by StarClan on Jan 25, 2006 19:29:05 GMT -5
**Rowanstar smiled and let out a purr of approval. Glancing at the sun, she stood and trotted up to Kempfur.** Well, I think it's about time to be heading back to camp, don't you think?
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