- Feb 6, 2023
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Mud cracks as he stretches his paws, and glues the longer fur down to his toe pads. An unpleasant and altogether familiar sensation– he had lived amongst these territories for most of his life, a wild cat uncaught by the twolegs, by the beasts that roam these forests. It has been a strange life– twolegs are difficult to tell apart, with their strange furless pelts, but each season one in particular has tried to cajole him ever closer. Perhaps someone else would have fallen to it. In seasons such as this one, Owlear almost does not blame them. ThunderClan is filled with hunters. Even in these poor moons, they cope well enough, though his belly will always ache for a fuller meal.
It makes a fruitless hunt such as this one all the worse. He had split off from the remainder of the patrol with their agreement, each hoping the other would have caught something to feed them all. As he began his trek back to camp, that hope had grown ever larger. He had not yet neared their fortified walls when his body instinctively drops. A noise? A scent? Owlears reacts to both with a hunter's crouch, wide eyes on the foliage that is now shaking before him. And it pushes through, finally, as his haunches tense up when he sees– a pheasant. Its head bobs as it struts, body high and tall in its wary foraging. And its perfect ring of white, a target in the making. The tabby warrior pounces, springing from his hiding place to fix his jaws around the bird's delicate, fluffy throat.
By the time he walks back into camp, head held high with his prize, his mouth is salivating from the promise of food. But there are others here to think of first. They are only as strong as the weakest among them, of course, and so the tom takes it to the nursery. He pokes his head in with friendly eyes, and sets it before the nursing queens. "Plenty of feathers to line your nests as well," he chuckles. "I can only hope that there is enough food beneath them to fill a belly or two." Reluctant as he is to leave the meal behind, it is for the best. He'll tend to the mud between his paws instead, and prepare himself for the next patrol so that the comforting cycle might repeat again and again.
It makes a fruitless hunt such as this one all the worse. He had split off from the remainder of the patrol with their agreement, each hoping the other would have caught something to feed them all. As he began his trek back to camp, that hope had grown ever larger. He had not yet neared their fortified walls when his body instinctively drops. A noise? A scent? Owlears reacts to both with a hunter's crouch, wide eyes on the foliage that is now shaking before him. And it pushes through, finally, as his haunches tense up when he sees– a pheasant. Its head bobs as it struts, body high and tall in its wary foraging. And its perfect ring of white, a target in the making. The tabby warrior pounces, springing from his hiding place to fix his jaws around the bird's delicate, fluffy throat.
By the time he walks back into camp, head held high with his prize, his mouth is salivating from the promise of food. But there are others here to think of first. They are only as strong as the weakest among them, of course, and so the tom takes it to the nursery. He pokes his head in with friendly eyes, and sets it before the nursing queens. "Plenty of feathers to line your nests as well," he chuckles. "I can only hope that there is enough food beneath them to fill a belly or two." Reluctant as he is to leave the meal behind, it is for the best. He'll tend to the mud between his paws instead, and prepare himself for the next patrol so that the comforting cycle might repeat again and again.
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──── owlear. senior warrior of thunderclan. cis male.
──── approximately 90 moons old, yet still youthful.
──── pansexual and single, though with past flings.
──── a chocolate tabby with long, thick fur and a broad-shouldered build. despite his age, he is still a strong, imposing tomcat with clear, attentive eyes. though they are a muted hazel, they seem to twinkle with silent wisdom and a warm, deep-seated joy. - "speech"
