I'M PLAYING A SONG ☁ hunting

[Cloudyfur]

CLOUDYFUR / 14 moons — up in the sky Creeping through the undergrowth, Cloudyfur was in good spirits. It had already been a good day of hunting for her and now she had the scent of yet another mouse. Hunting came more naturally to her than it used to as of late, but even then, today she was doing unusually well. Her steps slowed as her prey came into sight. Just a bit closer and Stealth, unfortunately, still wasn't her forte. The leaves beneath her paws crunched and she knew by the way the mouse's ears twitched that it had heard her. Before it could glance her way, she pounced.

It was a long distance to leap, but one she just barely managed. Her claws slammed into the mouse and it squealed for the final time. She breathed a sigh of relief. Each of her kills still felt like a blessing to her, that much hadn't changed.

Other than that though, so much of her life had changed, she thought as she went to bury her catch. Her skills most of all. That had not been a leap she could have managed back when she lived in twolegplace. Nowadays, was still big and well-fed, even if not as much so as she had been back then, but there was a power to her frame that hadn't been there before. There were muscles underneath all of her fluff.

More than that though, she really felt like a warrior now. Like a Thunderclanner. That wasn't something she had ever thought she would really feel. Cloudyfur had always feel like a kittypet, first and foremost. Which wasn't a bad thing, in her mind. The word did not hold as much shame for her as it often seemed to for her siblings. Her mother was a kittypet., her family were kittypets. It had meant though, that she had often felt like she was a kittypet trying to be a warrior - or worse - pretending to be one. She still felt that way, sometimes. When she was having a bad day.

Most of the time, her new life just felt natural to her now. She had spent more of her moons in Thunderclan than she had in twolegplace. Even if that thought was strange to her. There was still some kittypet in her, though. Being a warrior of Thunderclan just came first. Dropping her prey into the hole she'd dug, she smiled gently at that thought.

Cloudyfur; Thunderclanner, Warrior, Kittypet.

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[Silverlightning]

War weighin' on my heart but I can't fall

The gunmetal hued warrior walks forward after Cloudyfur leaps and secures their catch. His pace slows considerably, watching the molly dig a small hole to bury her mouse in for the time being. It was a strange clan tradition he still found odd at best. Within the mountains they simply brought prey immediately back to the caves. But to drop your food in a hole only to retrieve it later still baffled him. Grey eyes trail back up to meet gold as he decided not to inquire about why the tradition was utilized. "That was quite a distant leap. You would have done well in the mountains with a bound like that." His attention breaks, drifting over his shoulder to lay eyes on his apprentice. "Were you able to catch anything?" Silverlightning asks, pivoting to face her. "I know the prey around here seems to be aware of us already." As he speaks a small pang of sadness raps at the door to his heart. She was growing up to be a fine young warrior and before long Mousepaw would no longer be his apprentice. No longer his Little Mouse. (@MOUSEPAW !) ​

Seekin' shelter from the storm on this blank road​

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[MOUSENOSE]

Mousepaw had separated from her mentor to try and take advantage of the bustling undergrowth. She’s a bit heavy-pawed for rabbits and mice sometimes, but a streak of auburn catches glistening green eyes, and she’s hurtling up the oak sapling with surging limbs. The squirrel, panicked, halts on a lower branch, quivering as though it has no way to go but in her jaws. Teeth click around the back of its neck, and its over quickly—it’s not a big squirrel, but it’s plenty for a cat’s meal.

Satisfied, she scales back down, carefully dropping her catch at the base of the tree before she does so. Going down backwards with a catch that big is a fool’s endeavor—even she knows that. But she happily trots up to Silverlightning, her paws muddied after freshly burying the bit of prey. “Sure did! Caught a squirrel just back there.” She gives Cloudyfur an appraising look. “That was a big jump! Y’think I could do that?” She directs her line of questioning to her mentor, ear twitching with that same old desire to out perform anyone in the near vicinity.

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  — mousekit . mousepaw
  — she/they, apprentice of thunderclan
  — pansexual ; single
  — long-haired blue tortoiseshell with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Rai

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[STORMFEATHER]

"Wow, Cloudyfur..." Stormpaw remarked with awe, blue eyes widening at her kin's impressive feat. She was tagging along with the hunting patrol, not too far from her mentor, @OWLEAR , when the scent of something preylike veered her away for a moment. Knowing how badly she was at a hunt, she tried to keep her haunches poised and paws light. Suddenly then, a flash of gray passed her vision as Cloudyfur reached for an unsuspecting mouse. Stormpaw's breath puffed out of her chest.

"They should have named you Cloudyleap." She joked with a purr, trying to make up for the fact that she was still empty-pawed. She would find something soon, right? The tricolor cat's tail lashed across the ground. Mousepaw's success made her look down at her paws for a moment.

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[BERRYHEART]

Nearby were Berryheart and his own apprentice; not part of the hunting patrol, but apparently close enough that they might as well have been. The voices carried through the undergrowth, slightly obstructed but audible- the medicine cat was pulled from herb hunting by the noise, head poking through a bush. Foggy-forest eyes swept swiftly across the gathered figures, before thoughtfully settling upon Speckles, crooked jaw parting slightly.

"It can be learned." Though, he supposed that was up to her mentor... Stone-face, stood nearby. Little Blue implied the perpetrator of this big jump was in fact Stumbles; and it had clearly been deliberate, unlike whatever incident she had earned her name from. Berryheart could not remember exactly why he had assigned it... a fickle mind was active, but often tiresome in matters like these, latching to unimportant details.

\ @LICHENPAW apprentice tag!​

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