Post by skybird on Feb 17, 2008 12:43:37 GMT -5
Nightfang trotted out into the main clearing of the TreeClan camp. The sun was rising in a pale blue sky. The day before, he had been on the sunset patrol, and he had been exhausted when he had returned. But he was glad to curl up with his mate and the TreeClan deputy, Moonfeather in the warriors' den.
The black warrior padded over to the fresh-kill pile. He gave a disdainful sniff when he saw how low it was. He chose a small chaffinch anyway and started eating it ravenously.
When he had finished, Nightfang stood up and stretched his legs one by one. He would go hunting, he decided. He raced over to the entrance and shot through it, out into the forest.
He raced away toward the DarkClan border. When he was still a while away from it, he slowed and tasted the air for the scent of prey. Almost at once he caught the scent of mouse. He dropped into the hunting crouch, and, pinpointing his prey, began to stalk forward through the undergrowth. When he was about a tail-length away, the mouse had still not detected him, so he pounced. He bit down on the back of its neck and it instantly went limp.
He carried the body over to the roots of a tree, and dug under the ground. He dropped the mouse in there, then turned and scraped earth back over it.
Then he detected a stronger smell. Cat. DarkClan. Nightfang let out a low growl. If he caught any of their warriors on TreeClan territory, he would rip its fur off.
He prowled through the thick undergrowth until he could peer out at the cat that was at the border. He relaxed when he recognized the snowy white pelt and ice-blue eyes of the DarkClan medicine cat, Skybird.
Nightfang stepped out of the cover of the vegetation. Skybird looked up at him. "Hello," she meowed.
"Hello," Nightfang answered. "What are you doing here?"
Skybird bristled, then relaxed, her fur lying flat. "What does it look like?" she meowed. "I'm collecting herbs!"
"Oh," Nightfang mumbled. "Well, I have to get back to hunting."
"Good luck!" Skybird called after him as he turned around. "Will you say hi to Mistcloud for me!"
"Okay," Nightfang answered before he disappeared back into the undergrowth.
The black warrior padded over to the fresh-kill pile. He gave a disdainful sniff when he saw how low it was. He chose a small chaffinch anyway and started eating it ravenously.
When he had finished, Nightfang stood up and stretched his legs one by one. He would go hunting, he decided. He raced over to the entrance and shot through it, out into the forest.
He raced away toward the DarkClan border. When he was still a while away from it, he slowed and tasted the air for the scent of prey. Almost at once he caught the scent of mouse. He dropped into the hunting crouch, and, pinpointing his prey, began to stalk forward through the undergrowth. When he was about a tail-length away, the mouse had still not detected him, so he pounced. He bit down on the back of its neck and it instantly went limp.
He carried the body over to the roots of a tree, and dug under the ground. He dropped the mouse in there, then turned and scraped earth back over it.
Then he detected a stronger smell. Cat. DarkClan. Nightfang let out a low growl. If he caught any of their warriors on TreeClan territory, he would rip its fur off.
He prowled through the thick undergrowth until he could peer out at the cat that was at the border. He relaxed when he recognized the snowy white pelt and ice-blue eyes of the DarkClan medicine cat, Skybird.
Nightfang stepped out of the cover of the vegetation. Skybird looked up at him. "Hello," she meowed.
"Hello," Nightfang answered. "What are you doing here?"
Skybird bristled, then relaxed, her fur lying flat. "What does it look like?" she meowed. "I'm collecting herbs!"
"Oh," Nightfang mumbled. "Well, I have to get back to hunting."
"Good luck!" Skybird called after him as he turned around. "Will you say hi to Mistcloud for me!"
"Okay," Nightfang answered before he disappeared back into the undergrowth.