- Mar 28, 2023
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Hunting, hunting, hunting. It felt as though from the moment they got out of their nest to the moment they finally collapsed into it for rest, Sparrowsong was out hunting. Yet it seemed that no matter how hard they tried, cats were going to bed hungry; themself no exception.
To make matters worse, patrols have been finding more and more signs of trespassing and even theft from cats beyond their borders, those who have no regard for scent lines in the face of an easy meal. It made them frustrated. Everyone was working so hard, trying to support everyone as best they could, and- and―
Everybody had to press on, though. All they could do was keep going, defend their borders, and hunt what they could.
Pale paws pounced upon a mouse, and it was dispatched swiftly after. Sparrowsong puffed, pride swelling in their chest. While it may be small, likely a meal for one, it was something, and it would fill a belly.
Yet when they lifted it up, the scent of mouse in their nose, they had been unable to catch the distinctly unfamiliar scent until it was upon them. They had thought the pounding of paws was a Clanmate, a smile already upon their maw and head held high to show off their catch, but outstretched claws barreled into their side and sent them tumbling with a wail of surprise. The mouse fell dejectedly to the earth.
"Stop!" Sparrowsong gasped, scrambling back upright, but the intruder was faster, and snatched up their prey. They snarled at them, fur rising, and the SkyClan warrior flinched back, ears flat. With a sneer of victory, the enemy turned tail and fled. Although they briefly pursued more out of desperation than anything, it wasn't long before they slowed to a halt, tail drooping to the ground.
Just like that, their mouse was gone, and they were left with nothing. Gaze downcast, they felt their ears grow hot and their eyes blurry, breath hitching in their chest in their frustration. What were they meant to tell their patrolmates?
To make matters worse, patrols have been finding more and more signs of trespassing and even theft from cats beyond their borders, those who have no regard for scent lines in the face of an easy meal. It made them frustrated. Everyone was working so hard, trying to support everyone as best they could, and- and―
Everybody had to press on, though. All they could do was keep going, defend their borders, and hunt what they could.
Pale paws pounced upon a mouse, and it was dispatched swiftly after. Sparrowsong puffed, pride swelling in their chest. While it may be small, likely a meal for one, it was something, and it would fill a belly.
Yet when they lifted it up, the scent of mouse in their nose, they had been unable to catch the distinctly unfamiliar scent until it was upon them. They had thought the pounding of paws was a Clanmate, a smile already upon their maw and head held high to show off their catch, but outstretched claws barreled into their side and sent them tumbling with a wail of surprise. The mouse fell dejectedly to the earth.
"Stop!" Sparrowsong gasped, scrambling back upright, but the intruder was faster, and snatched up their prey. They snarled at them, fur rising, and the SkyClan warrior flinched back, ears flat. With a sneer of victory, the enemy turned tail and fled. Although they briefly pursued more out of desperation than anything, it wasn't long before they slowed to a halt, tail drooping to the ground.
Just like that, their mouse was gone, and they were left with nothing. Gaze downcast, they felt their ears grow hot and their eyes blurry, breath hitching in their chest in their frustration. What were they meant to tell their patrolmates?
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