CRIMSON ⁀➷ first catch

( ⁀➷ )  Fallow knows it wasn't a good idea to run off on her own. She knows this, and yet she continues. Her stomach snarls at her, a steady chorus of hunger sated in any way it can be. Insects, abandoned scraps, whatever kind loners are willing to give her. Prey is scarce, even for seasoned hunters. The world is still and lifeless, blanketed in white. Fallow had little training before she broke from ThunderClan, hunting with an amateur's dedication.

It's a cardinal that she finds. A blessing or luck, she's not sure, but the sight of it freezes her still.

Desperation is a powerful thing.

Fallow explodes into motion, tearing claws into the beast's wing and catching it, just as it takes off. Hunger courses through her body, and as the bird falters she snaps with drooling jaws, tearing into it once, twice -- it stops moving. Blood and feathers mingle in a mess of red across the snow, across Fallow's mouth. She clings to it, teeth sinking into the warmth. It was not a clean kill.

Still, it's her first. There's a pang in her chest. Stormywing would be proud, she thinks.

She leans down and begins to eat.
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  • ˏˋ ° • *⁀➷ FALLOWPAW. THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE. SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
    5 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST. PENNED BY SATURNID.


    A SCARRED, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

    NPC xx NPC. SIBLING TO ELK DOE ANTLER & FAWN.