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Shadowclan

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Warrior

38 moons

Female

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RUSSETNOSE

Gas light low[Open] Jan 19, 2017 4:27:38 GMT

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Post by RUSSETNOSE on Jan 19, 2017 4:27:38 GMT

The plentiful prey of green-leaf should be taken advantage over. Russetnose knew she had been doing a lot of out of patrol hunting as of late. She was certain after their spoiled fresh kill that no one would mind. After all, she needed to distract her thoughts off of Honeytail even if it was for a moment. Starclan knew Russetnose struggled with her mother and her crush. It almost felt as if the clan was crushing underneath her own weight. The feisty she-cat had no one to confide in. She literally felt like she was alone so what better way to waste her time other than hunting for the clan. Russetnose's stomach was too tied into knots for her to even think about eating.

With these thoughts in mind, she found herself in a hunters crouch. Her eyes locked onto a frog in the mud. It's throat expanding with every breath that it took in its statue state. Russetnose could feel the muddy earth underneath her paws. Flexing her muscles as she crept closer and closer. Letting her instincts and warrior training take over as she got close to the prey. Until finally she sprang, easily landing on the frog before it could escape. Killing it with a swift bite behind the head she happily lifted it like a prize. Moving away from that spot to bury it - three pieces of kill collected. One more and she would have to return to camp to drop off her loot. Considering she wouldn't be able to carry all of that on her own.

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Shadowclan

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Warrior

39 moons

she-cat

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ashfall

Gas light low[Open] Jan 19, 2017 20:40:03 GMT

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Post by ashfall on Jan 19, 2017 20:40:03 GMT

"Good kill."

Ashfall had been drawn to the frog's voice initially, but as she slunk towards it she was alerted to the fact that another of her clan-mates already had her sights set, the scent familiar. Out of respect the pale she-cat refrained, low to the ground all the same with her bottle brush tail curled close against her hocks. She could see snippets of Russetnose's dark brown pelt through the thin underbrush she chose as her own vantage point, and only after the situation had been resolved (and all went silent) did Ashfall reveal herself, stepping from hiding and arching her tail up over her back.

She might not have known Russetnose very well, but Ashfall was an observant cat; this particular warrior was out hunting more often than not, to the point where Ashfall could start assuming something was on her clanmate's mind. Likely, it had nothing to do with her personally - and Starclan knew she wasn't out here to pry, when she had dozens of other things to do instead - but the least she could do was acknowledge someone's efforts, even in the form of such a flat delivery. Hunting here herself would be of no use while the other frogs were so alert, but there was still the promise of nabbing something upon her return to camp once they believed the danger had passed them by.

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Shadowclan

14 POSTS

mark

Warrior

38 moons

Female

biography

Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.

RUSSETNOSE

Gas light low[Open] Feb 10, 2017 12:44:25 GMT

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Post by RUSSETNOSE on Feb 10, 2017 12:44:25 GMT

Russetnose let her ear flick as she turned to the voice. She must have been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed her clan mate. Not that it mattered too much to her, as long as she didn't scent an intruder usually she never paid attention. The only scents that stuck in her head were Honeytail and her mothers. Ashfall also was a different case entirely. Russetnose didn't KNOW the loner all that well even before she had come to shadowclan. Not that Russetnose thought that accepting an outsider was a good idea- however when you pushed a cat hard enough it became clear where their loyalties would be. So as snappy as Russetnose could be, she still held a simply respect for the other she-cat.

"Sorry if you were hunting it. If you want though you can help - I was about to head to camp with the three pieces of kill I've caught but with you here we could probably catch more." Russetnose didn't know what it was with her today. She wasn't being too snappy nor irritated. Perhaps she actually was looking for some company and a distraction from her thoughts at mind. She hummed for a moment looking at the half buried frog. What did her clan think of her recent outtings. No doubt some of them were bound to get suspicious. Honestly though it was over her own emotional tact for her mother back home among other things. So she made herself useful by hunting.

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