Hunting {Open to all}

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Willowbrook sat on the edge of the pond, tail twitching as she watched the flitting fish hungrily. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her she was starving. But I'm hunting for the clan, not for myself. She remembered regretfully.

She scanned the pond waters for a big fish and soon found one. It was fat and red, with small white patches over it. She watched it swim around for a while until it was close enough to snag with her claws. Her paw shot out into the water, hooking the fish on her claws. She flung the flailing fish to the side and jumped on it, killing it instantly. She picked up the now dead fish and, trying not to drool too much, headed back to the place where the hunting patrol had agreed to meet.

[Graystripe]

Graystripe padded slowly through the forest trying to be quiet so as not to scare any unseen prey away. He took in a deep breath and scented a mouse. He slowly stalked towards the sourse of the scent untill he saw the tiny shrew nibbling at a seed. Graystripe readied himself and suddenly jumped and scared away the shrew when he heard another cat nearby.

Graystripe sniffed to see if the noise he heard came from a RiverClan cat just to be sure, but the cat was downwind from him. He slowly stalked towards the source of where he heard the cat. He relaxed as he recognized the cat as Willowbrook. He trotted out by the pond. "Hey Willowbrook," he said. He noticed that she had a fish. "Good luck fishing, I see."

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Willowbrook looked up. "Oh, yeah. I guess I got lucky." she replied. "How's hunting been for you?" she asked politely, smiling a little. She loved the warm feel of the sunshine on her fur. It energized her somehow.

[Graystripe]

"It has been great for me! Yeah, the prey is really active now, must be because of the warm weather," Graystripe responded happily, "So watcha doing?" To Graystripe it appeared that Willowbrook was waiting for somebody. Graystripe let the cool summer breeze ruffle his fur as he waited for Willowbrook's response. He could almost just take a nap out in the sun. Graystripe loved beutiful days like this!

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Willowbrook smiled. "Just waiting for the rest of the hunting patrol. You?" she asked, trying not to drool on the fish she'd caught. She loved fish, even more than she loved rabbits.

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The black she-cat stalked its prey. Though it was nothing more then a rabbit, it was still something to eat. Many would be wondering what type of cat would be hunting in the Dark Forest, well this was no ordinary cat. Blackfeather had trespassed the borders of all territories and had no guilt toward it. The she-cat pinned her ears against her head getting ready to pounce. Her motions were as quiet as a moth landing on a leaf. She took little steps closer and closer. Just as BlackFeather was about to take her finally step, Crack! Though it wasn't very loud, the rabbits high senses heard her and sprinted off. Crap, she hissed then ran off after her prey.

Her patiences soon ran out then pounced on the rabbit. She felt the ruffled fur of the rabbit against her muzzled and bit down hard on the skin that entered her mouth. After helpless thrashing and attempt to get away, the rabbit suddenly went limp. A successful smirk formed on the she-cats face and she 'pranced' along to find a good place to eat her kill.

The bright icy blue eyes of the feline caught sight of two other cats. "Great" BlackFeather muttered, remembering she had to share her kill. Without hesitation the cat approached the two cats. "So what have you two caught?" She asked wrinkling her nose. "Better not be poisnous" I hissed then dropped the grey rabbit at their feet. Her hate for other clan cats applied to all, even the leaders and elders. She only stayed with them because she would be kicked out of Idlewild if she wasn't in a clan. Her sharp bear like claws dug into the ground at the thought

[Graystripe]

Graystripe watched as Blackfeather rudely walked up to them and dropped her prey at their feet and said, "So what have you two caught, better not be poisonous." Graystripe glared at Blackfeather, "Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed!" he remarked at her bad mood. Graystripe had noticed since the cats moved to Idlewild how Blackfeather was always in a bad mood. Graystripe nodded it off. She must just miss our old home! Graystripe thought to himself.

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Willowbrook gave Blackfeather a dissinterested look. Her attitude used to bug her, but now she just ignored her most of the time. She knew she wouldn't change, but she wished she would stop tresspasing. Then the other clans wouldn't have reason to attack them. Willowbrook ran her tongue over her lips, tasting a little of the fish. She shrugged. "Fish." she answered curtly.

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[S A N I T Y ? ¡ ? ¡]

The black cat rolled her eyes at the Tom. A low hiss escaped her mouth. "I am not in the mood for your immaturity." She warned, flicking her tail. BlackFeather wrinkled her nose as she looked at WillowBrook's fish. She looked up into the sky. "Well today is a lovely day" She noted at the rainy weather. She opened her mouth and breathed in the moist air. Cold, icy, or wet weather was her ideal of a perfect day. Anything with bright sunlight or scorching heat was pure torture for her. The she-cat gave a quick glance at WillowBrook. A small little evil grin appeared on her lips but erased it quickly as she went down into a lying position.