It was oftentimes difficult to see the faults in one's plans until someone else was looking at them from an outsider's perspective. They could see the cracks and flaws that seemed miniscule to one's own mind, brushed aside in an effort to focus. So far, Rattleheart had been under the impression that they hadn't been working themself that hard. Especially not compared to their sister or Wolfsong, or especially not Sunstride, with all the different duties around Windclan that he needed to worry about now. It only seemed natural for them to fill in the gaps, especially when it came to the tunnels beneath all of their paws. Their numbers had bene reduced ever since Sootstar's loyalists had been driven out, and Rattleheart refused to let their sister take all of that onto her own shoulders. Even if that meant being especially careful while down navigating the winding pathways, not wanting to drag any of their still healing wounds against the cramped walls. Wolfsong had told them it would be another day or two until they were completely cleared to head down into them again without worry, but impatience had been itching at their pelt ever since they had returned to Windclan's camp.
With their home base finally at least looking like it was in a decent state, the tunneler had instead set her sights on hunting for a while - even without the tunnels readily available as an option. Hunting on the open moors was far from her specialty, but at least she did have a bit of an advantage at the moment. The white parts of her pelt blended in perfectly with the scattered melting snow, making her into a petite spot of black against white as she laid in wait. It took a while for anything to come by, but relief did wash over her in a wave when a slim looking hare began to bounce by through the snow, clearly unaware of her presence. Rattleheart bolted forward once it hopped right in front of her, jaws colliding with the side of the frightened prey as she almost went crashing down into the snow herself. Her legs were a bit wobbly as she yanked her head back, tiredness threatening to bowl her over even as it mixed with satisfaction.
The walk back to camp was a difficult one, her eyes drooping as she held onto the hare, desperate to curl up in the pleasantly warm nest that she and Venomstrike had built together. But could she truly allow herself to rest, when all she had brought back was a hare slimmed down by the harsh season? She really wasn't sure, depositing her catch atop the freshkill pile before sitting down hesitantly nearby. Her gaze was flicking back and forth between her nest and the entrance to camp, jaws pulled open in a yawn that almost seemed like her body's way of mocking her.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]