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Crabapplebounce clung to the branch with his claws, balancing steady his thick, muscular body, which was a lot harder than it sounds. He tilted his head up, green eyes watching the chaffinch that rested above him in the tree. The tip of his ginger tail flicked back and forth, noting how the bird's eyes were closed, its breathing steady. He took a deep breath in and bent his legs, before pushing himself upward with a powerful leap. The chaffinch startled, its wings spreading as it screeched, but Crabapplebounce was too quick. He snagged the bird out of the branch, pulling it down to his mouth. He killed it with a swift bite, only to feel gravity work its magic and begin pulling him back down toward the ground. He scrambled, throwing his front claws out and grabbing the branch he had started on at the last moment, hanging by his white paws, his claws slipping through the supple bark. He kicked his hind legs until he got hold of the wood, pulling himself breathlessly onto the branch, heaving through the bird that hung limply in his mouth.
"Nice catch and recovery," a voice complimented. Swiftfire padded forward from where he watched the other warrior hunting. What he saw was admirable and it wasnt often that he saw feats like that. Taking a break from his weekly trek though the forest, he took this opportunity to talk to a fellow warrior. Although he had seen the ginger cat around camp, he didn't personally know the tom.
Crabapplebounce looked down at Swiftfire, his tail waving in recognition. The ginger and white tom climbed down the tree, jumping down at the end before he laid the chaffinch on the ground between them. "Thanks!" He purred, his chin high, "It wasn't planned to end like that, I'm just glad that I don't have a broken tail to show for it," he chuckled.
Swiftfire chuckled. "Yeah, that wouldnt have been good." He glanced up slightly, looking at the clouds to see what time of day it was, before looking back at the tom. "How long have you been out here?" he asked curiously. His walks arent normally that long, but today was a particularly nice day so he stayed out longer.
"Not long," Crabapplebounce informed him, burying the chaffinch so that he could retrieve it later. "That's my first catch. I thought I would bring something back to camp for the kits and elders since I wasn't put on a patrol today."
"Ah, well that's very considerate of you," he replied. Curiosity piqued his interest when asked his next question. "What are your plans after this?" he asked. At this point, he would be heading back but he didnt mind staying out longer.
"I didn't have any plans," Crabapplebounce smiled, "why, did you have something in mind?" Crabapplebounce was almost always up for an adventure, even when it came to the smallest ones. He hated sitting in camp all day when he had no duties - it dragged on until he wanted to pull his own fur out.
"Nothing in particular comes to mind," he replied shrugging. He looked around the surrounding forest, his ear twitching at the sound of birds tweeting. Just then an idea came to mind. "How good are you at catching birds," he said nodding toward the buried chaffinch from earlier.
"Pretty good, I suspect," the ginger tom purred in reply, his chin held high and his chest out proudly. "Why, you got something in mind?" Crabapplebounce followed his clanmate's gaze at their surroundings but didn't see anything that would spark an idea. Perhaps Swiftfire knew of something that he did not.
He grinned. "Let's have a little competition,eh? Let's see who can catch the most birds." Admittedly he was a competitive cat and took pleasure in hunting just as much as fighting. If they do compete, at least then, they'll have more prey to add to the fresh-kill pile for their clanmates. "We'll have 10 minutes to catch as many birds as we can. What do you say?" he asked expectantly.
"You're on," Crabapplebounce purred with pleasure, making sure that his chaffinch was buried well enough to stay out of the eyes of any predators that might have happened by. A shiver ran up his tail in excitement, "I'll take the left and you take the right?" He asked, one ear tilted toward Swiftfire, the other in the direction he planned on going to hunt.
A grin spread across his face and he nodded one. "Excellent. I'll take the right," he said as he took a low stance, preparing to bolt off into that direction. He listened closely and noted whatever tweets and chirps the various forest birds made. He had no intent on losing this. "Are we ready?" he asked glancing over to Crabapplebounce.
"GO!" Crabapplebounce shouted, taking off at full speed, although speed was never on his side. Crabapplebounce wasn't fat, however he was quite the husky tom in build. He had broad shoulders and shorter legs than most, and a full figure to boot. Still, he raced on to the left before he stopped, scenting the air. A sparrow caught his attention, an easier catch as it was on the ground, pulling a worm from the roots at the base of a tree.
"See ya!" Swiftfire exclaimed as he sprinted toward the first bird call he noted earlier, small patches of dirt kicking up where his back paws propelled him forward. Bending behind a tree, he slowly crouched down and came to a halt. Sniffing the air, the strong scent of a bird filler his nose. Its here. Inching forward, little by little, the bird came into view - a round bird sitting on one of the lower branches of a tree. Making sure he was out of its line of sight, but still able to pounce, he bunched his back legs under him.
Crabapplebounce chuckled to himself at his easy prey. The sparrow was completely oblivious as the ginger tom padded up closer, closer, closer, his tail swishing silently above the ground. Right when the bird was successful in its hunt, ripping a long, dirt-covered worm from the ground, Crabapplebounce pounced, adrenaline running through him. The sparrow hardly had a moment to celebrate when the warrior landed, a swift bite snapping the bird's neck and collapsing it to the ground.
A grin spread across his face. This'll be a piece of cake. He watched the bird as it fluttered it wings preparing for flight. Swiftfire inched closer anticipation creeping into him. He waited for the moment it was about to take off and pounced, reaching the branch and catching his victim in his maw. With a swift bite, he broke its neck. After burying his prize, he went on to find another.
