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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 15:29:18 GMT -5
Post by blubolt on Aug 17, 2009 15:29:18 GMT -5
Mousepelt sat up and stretched his limbs, the sun beating down on his pelt, making him tired. He gave a yawn and stood up, licking his chest. Mousepelt noticed that there was little fresh-kill so he thought he should go out hunting. "Anyone want to hunt?"
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 15:57:24 GMT -5
Post by Russet on Aug 17, 2009 15:57:24 GMT -5
Russetfang padded out of the warriors den, her calico ruffling out in the sunlight waiting for the warmth. She trotted over to Mousepelt who just asked if anyone wanted to join him hunting, the she-cat figured it would be a great way to start the day. "Ill come" she meowed happily trotting up to the tom. Russetfang settled down, picking pieces of moss out of her pelt, and licking it flat waiting for any other cats that want to join.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 16:32:53 GMT -5
Post by blubolt on Aug 17, 2009 16:32:53 GMT -5
Mousepelt smiled and nodded thanks to her. "If another cat doesn't join soon then we can probably just go. Don't want to waste too much sunlight."
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 16:40:31 GMT -5
Post by Russet on Aug 17, 2009 16:40:31 GMT -5
Russetfang nodded her head agreeing. She sat and waited, it didn't look like any others were going to come. The she-cat stood, "Alright Mousepelt, lets head out, it doesn't look like anyone else wants to join us" she meowed. Russetfang started off slowly for the camp entrance, she looked back seeing if Mousepelt was following.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 16:45:58 GMT -5
Post by blubolt on Aug 17, 2009 16:45:58 GMT -5
Mousepelt grunted as he stood up, his legs aching for some reason. After swiftly running to Russetfang's side, the pain went away. He stalked out of the camp into the lush green forest. "There should be plenty of prey to find out here," he pointed out, opening his mouth to smell all the scents of the woodland creatures.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 16:54:38 GMT -5
Post by Russet on Aug 17, 2009 16:54:38 GMT -5
Russetfang stepped out into the forest, many scents hit her and mingled around her nose. She opened her jaws to scent any signs of prey, and instantly caught the scent of a vole. The she-cat slowly got down in a hunters crouch and begin stalking silently up to it. It was like the whole world stop and Russetfang heard no other noises but the chattering of the small animal eating something. Suddenly she leaped her claws landing firmly on the prey, with a swift bite to the neck it lay dead in her mouth. Russetfang padded back to Mousepelt, "I caught something" she muffled forgetting that the vole was still in her clamp in her jaws. The calico she-cat felt so embarrassed, she must of looked so mouse-brained in front of the tom.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 17:01:02 GMT -5
Post by blubolt on Aug 17, 2009 17:01:02 GMT -5
Mousepelt let out a mrrow of laughter at the cat. "Good catch," he praised her, dropping down himself. He smelled a mouse up ahead of some foliage. He stayed light on his paws and crept closer, barely missing a stray twig that had been on the ground. When he was close enough, he bunched up his legs and launched, swiftly killing the creature with a bite to it's neck. He hid it to come back when they were done. He didn't want anything else to steal it.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 17:09:52 GMT -5
Post by Russet on Aug 17, 2009 17:09:52 GMT -5
Russetfang smiled at Mousepelt's catch then went off to find more prey. The she-cat caught another vole, this one plump and big. Coming back to where she placed her first one the she-cat settled down, Russetfang wasnt feeling the best today, so maybe a small rest would make her feel better.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 17:16:17 GMT -5
Post by blubolt on Aug 17, 2009 17:16:17 GMT -5
Mousepelt gave her a flick of his tail at her catch and went back to a crouch when he saw her laying down. "You okay?" He asked, coming to sit next to his hunting cat
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 17:27:19 GMT -5
Post by Russet on Aug 17, 2009 17:27:19 GMT -5
Russetfang watched as Mouseplet sat beside her, his chocolate brown pelt brushing up against hers. "Yeah, I'm fine...I just don't feel the best today. Maybe its the heat" she suggested glaring up at the shinning sun above her. The calico she-cat lied her head down gently on the forest floor, closing her eyes a figure of a cat appeared. It was her father, the big brown tabby tom who she hated so much. All she could hear was him yelling at her, "Get up!!! Don't be a coward!". The she-cats eyes shot open, Russetfang didn't need that today, not feeling this crummy.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 17:33:34 GMT -5
Post by blubolt on Aug 17, 2009 17:33:34 GMT -5
"Well, we caught enough to feed us and another. We could go back if you don't feel like staying out." Mousepelt sympathized for his clan mate, knowing how it felt to not feel good. Though he didn;t get why the sun would cause it. He always relished the feeling of the sun on his pelt.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 17:42:17 GMT -5
Post by Russet on Aug 17, 2009 17:42:17 GMT -5
Russetfang shook her head, she couldn't believe how week she must of looked right now. This was even more embarrassing than talking with the vole in her mouth. Her father was right and Russetfang hated to admit it. The she-cat stood, "No, I'll me fine. We can stay" she meowed.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 17:51:26 GMT -5
Post by blubolt on Aug 17, 2009 17:51:26 GMT -5
"It's not bad if you don't feel good. Every cat has a day like that," Mousepelt told her, standing up and stretching. His joints had been cramping up all day. "You have to be really sure that you want to continue. I don't want you not being able to go back to camp."
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 18:09:40 GMT -5
Post by Russet on Aug 17, 2009 18:09:40 GMT -5
"No, I'm fine, lets continue" she meowed. Russetfang got up and stretched her legs. She looked around, "Or maybe we I should go back. Sorry Mousepelt" she added. The calico she-cat grabbed her two pieces of prey. She dipped her head to the tom in goodbye, "See you back at camp" she meowed, not to clearly cause one of the voles was in her mouth.
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Hunting
Aug 17, 2009 18:16:53 GMT -5
Post by blubolt on Aug 17, 2009 18:16:53 GMT -5
"It's okay. I hope you feel better," He flicked her ear with his tail and dropped down into a crouch. He scented a bird in the bush and crept closely, jumping in the bush and killing the bird. 'That's probably enough of that.' Though he was only 40 moons old, he was starting to feel the affects of his age. He hated to admit it, but he was getting old. He picked up his two pieces of fresh-kill and started to trot back to camp.
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