Hunting Patrol[Shen/open]

[shiningheart]

Just for two or three other cats, as it IS a hunting patrol.

It's at moments like these when Russetcloud felt absolutely alive. Sliding from shadow to shadow, making nary a sound, Russetcloud was absolutely thrilled. Not that anyone watching would know. He kept his eyes on his prize, a plump water vole that was nibbling on the grass. Not a hair was out of place as the ginger-brown tabby slid closer. When he was finally a fox-length away, he leaped.

He felt the satisfying crunch of a spine beneath his paw, and silently thanked StarClan for the easy catch. It hadn't even made a squeak. Russetcloud dug a shallow hole to put the body in to collect it later, idly wondering how the rest of the patrol was fairing. Hopefully as well as him. That was the third vole he'd successfully killed.

[Skaddonstar]

Meh. Hunting patrol was not Fishfang's favorite activity. Of course, it gave him time to get out of everyone's fur for a few precious minutes and brood alone, but he didn't always want to brood alone. The doing of that led his thoughts down paths he would rather not think about. So there was nothing left to focus on but boring old hunting for the Clan. During the course of the hunt the young warrior wandered toward the stream. While he loved to be obnoxiously cheeky to his Clanmates when in the mood, he was not crazy, and did do his duties- albeit sometimes, and reluctantly at that.

The sun rose higher in the sky, and eventually two fish lay at his golden paws. Fishfang yawned. It must be okay to find the patrol again by now, right? Picking up his prey by their tails, so that they hung out and their heads bumped almost comically against his chest, he set off. It was difficult to scent anything at all above the reek of freshly deceased fish, but luckily he had not gone far before he heard something moving around up ahead. Fishfang stepped out of the bushes, fish still in his fangs as he called a greeting around them. "Hey, Russ! What's up, eh?"