private everything, silent - hunting group 1

[shrewflight.]

He was still utterly surprised to be leading in some sort of idea that others were more than excited for. Well, excited, eager, or whatever it was. There werent complaints, and they were quickly ready to go hunt. Maybe he shouldve waited for one more, but others seemed busy doing their own patrols or chattering amongst themselves. After wishing the other patrol good luck, he found himself walking beside Wolfgrin. He hadn't ever talked to the other much, but he knew their thoughts were clouded of sorrow, and he wanted nothing more than to hopefully distract them from their thoughts.

"I hope you can k-keep up," He teased, before pushing ahead a little faster. Until he suddenly stopped, his nose lifting, and his tail signaling to hault. Just ahead, a squirrel shuffled through the crispy leaves, shoving an acorn into its cheek. It seemed... distracted enough. Olive eyes were focused, paws careful as not to suddenly scare it from crunching leaves. He was surprised he hadn't already alerted it. In a flash of brown and white, the small warrior leaped forward, snatching it in his teeth and quickly interrupting the noise it made with a snap of its neck. "Whew, that was close. M-maybe, no hurrying," he suggested. he shouldve known that, but maybe he was just a bit excited. thank you, starclan. for the easy catch. he silently prayed, before digging his paws into the ground to bury it so they could return to it later.

@WOLFGRIN

rolled an 18.

3d20 - one for each location (forest, sandy ravine, tallpine)

12-15 - 1 prey caught in this area
16-19- 2 prey caught
20 - 3 prey caught
20 + - 4 prey caught

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[WOLFGRIN]

This is it, his first real attempt at spending time with his Clanmates. The stirrings of squirrels stuffing their faces in preparation for leaf-bare rustle through the forest; the two cats stroll through their territory with the same idea. Wolfgrin tries to keep his strides short to accommodate Shrewflight, keenly aware of his size, only for the smaller cat to tease him and scamper forward. The tortoiseshell nearly laughs - if its a race he wants, Wolfgrin has him outclassed. If his leg doesn't decide to sabotage him, that is.

He lengthens his steps, then breaks into a jog. He's about to catch up with his patrolmate when the raise of a tail halts him. A squirrel busies itself with its meal just ahead. Wolfgrin flattens himself to the forest floor, but hangs back as Shrewflight stalks forward intently. An impressive leap, and the squirrel is hanging from the other warrior's jaws. "Good catch," he murmurs. As he buries it, Wolfgrin's eyes dart away to the leaf mulch, paws following suit, his jaws parted to taste the air. He catches the musty scent of dead leaves, and the mouth-watering smell of Shrewflight's catch, growing fainter as he wanders away.

There - a dustier, more feathery smell, masking warm flesh and blood beneath. A quail shuffles past a few trees away, oblivious to its oncoming demise as Wolfgrin drops into a crouch. His leg twinges - oh, enough shit from you - but he ignores its mild complaints as he skims forward over the fallen pine needles. The quail pecks at the ground, fishing a worm out of the soil and gulping it straight down its gullet. It remains blissfully ignorant.

It meets its demise in a burst of speckled feathers, the beginnings of a choked squawk silenced by Wolfgrin's jaws. He sits up to catch his breath, flushed with pride. The bird has some heft to it, and he has to lift his chin to keep it from bumping against his chest and forelegs as he trots back over to Shrewflight. Wide paws work quickly to bury it nearby. "Should we move on?"

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• WOLFGRIN☾ he/him, warrior of skyclan, thirty-six moons
  ⭃ a tall, disheveled chocolate smoke tortoiseshell with orange eyes. he displays oddly dog-like qualities, even smelling faintly like a dog after growing up with them on a farm. his smug, careless, smooth-talking outer persona masks a heart of gold. though the safety of a clan serves his interests well, he is more inclined to loyalty to individuals rather than clans. after the death of his mate, flamefeather, he's begun to privately question starclan.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.
  

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