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Thrushsoot kicked the stick out of his way as he trotted through the forest. He always wore his emotions on his sleeve, and right now, he was just annoyed. He had missed such a great opportunity to catch a fat rabbit - a dumb kittypet had to get in his way.
Foxfoot had just lost his own fresh kill when he watched a sick fly into the path he was on. He sniffed the air and caught Thrushsoot's scent and bounced his way to catch up with the orange tom. The deputy seemed off his rhythm, so Foxfoot decided to try and help out. "Hey! Thrushsoot!" He yelled to get the other toms attention. "Whats up? Something wrong?"
The deputy's ears perked at a clanmate's voice. He didn't realize he had ventured off near someone else's path, and hoped his angry tromping through the forest didn't ruin someone else's hunting. His greeting calmed him. "Yes." he admitted bluntly. "I lost a fat rabbit. Not something usually found on FallClan's territory. I'm assuming it had just finished off it's winter stores."
Foxfoot smiled and gave his clanmate a friendly flick of the tail. "I just lost one myself. Nothing to write home about, I admit, but still could have made a good meal." He paused for a moment before his amber eyes lit like a flame. "Hey," he started, "would you wanna hunt together?" He proposed to the orange tom "Maybe together we can watch each others back and spot more prey." He smiled warmly to his senior and deputy. "Maybe you can even show me a thing or too."
"I prefer to stay low." He stated. "I'm a pretty good tracker, and it's harder to do that the higher you get." He gave his chest an anxious lick. "Do you have a particular direction you want to go? I was heading west before I saw you."
I'll just keep roleplaying him as Thrushsoot, if you don't care? ]
The striped tom agreed. "That sounds like a good area. I'll go above in the trees and signal to you if I see anything in the distance." he padded a few mouse-lengths away and pulled himself up a tree. The branches were small but strong enough to hold his weight. He was careful to not step on rotting or thin branches.
(i dont mind!) The somali nodded and sunk his body to the group. He sniffed the air and caught the scent of vole- his favorite prey. His pupils constricted as he went into full hunt mode. He chirped and flicked his tail, signaling to Thrushsoot he found something.
Thrushsoot raised his ears as he heard Foxfoot's signal. A scent drifted to his nose and the vermin slivered across roots a few feet ahead. He was sure the warrior had already sighted his prey, so he jumped to another tree, careful to not cause noise. We wouldn't want another piece of prey lost. he said to himself. A few faint chirps also pricked the striped tom's ears. Perhaps they'd go after some feathered creatures after this.
He stalked slowly towards the rodent, keeping his weight off his paws. Once he was a few mouselengths away, he raised his sorrel haunches and swiped his fluffy tail from side to side. Amber eyes deadlocked onto the brown rodent, and he pounced. Foxfoot shuffled around for a moment as he managed to trap the creature into his mouth, biting firmly until he could taste the blood. His pupils dilated as he looked up to Thrushsoot with the fresh-kill in his mouth.
Thrushsoot smiled. He didn't want to make much of ruckus for success as he remembered the bird nearby. Climbing down lower on the tree, just a few feet away was a blackbird, perched on a lower branch than him. He stooped lower, unsure how to attack the bird from the air. He stepped carefully into the same tree as the prey, and with a low growl landed on the branch where the bird stay perched, unsuspecting. A loud crack echoed through the woods and the striped warrior fell to the ground, the bird still stuck in his claws. "Ooph." he said, pain shooting through his shoulder.
"THRUSHSOOT!" Foxfoot yelled as he watched the tabby fall. He dropped his prey and immediately rushed to his side, helping him up off the ground. "Are you okay? That was quite a fall." He asked, voice soft with concern.
Thrushsoot looked up, his head wobbling. "Did I get it?" he asked, looking for the bird. He struggled to stand and his paws slid from underneath him, causing him to fall onto his shoulder once more. A painful yelp escaped from his jaws and stayed still for a moment. "That probably wasn't the smartest idea."
"Forget about the hunt- we have to go back to camp. Softpelt needs to look at you, you seriously hurt yourself!" Foxfoot slipped underneath Thrushsoot and wrapped his front leg around his body. He lifted most of the larger toms weight and hobbled slowly back on their way to camp. Foxfoot was tired and slow, as he wasn't used to carrying the weight of two cats. With no prey in hand, they slowly made their way back to camp in shambles.
Thrushsoot grunted as he was lifted and let out an annoyed sigh. "It's not like I've never fell before." Despite his tone, he appreciated Foxfoot's help. He probably wouldn't have made it back to camp without him.
