// welcome random census rolls! @RAGGEDBITE. @Scorchedmoon aaaand apprentice tag @Sweetpaw
On this patrol, the cats will notice increased predator scent all around the territory and will have to hunt more carefully, reporting it to Chilledstar after!
Perhaps some of her clanmates were growing tired of the chorus of frog song that now filled the marsh at all times, but it was quite literally music to Forestshade's ears. The prey to hunt seems endless, too easy to catch at this point. It may as well leap right into her paws! But today seems a little more difficult. They'd begun their hunt at the northern end of the territory, upstream from the thunderpath. With the strong scent of otter, they'd swiftly taken their leave, deciding to head downstream. Lo and behold, more otter scent! So again, they'd moved.
Now, the little hunting patrol prowls just away from the thunderpath tunnel, splitting off from each other to find their own scent trails. Forestshade moves towards a cluster of pines, her jaws parted and ears angled outward with focus. She aches for the scent of frog or even the special treat of marsh rabbit on her tongue. Instead, she only gets another whiff of something familiar. A hiss of frustration leaves her as she swings her head back towards her patrol-mates. "Again?!" They need to get out of here, and quickly. Otters may not be as big as foxes, but they can be just as nasty and certainly don't mind roughing up cats if they stray too close.
On this patrol, the cats will notice increased predator scent all around the territory and will have to hunt more carefully, reporting it to Chilledstar after!
Perhaps some of her clanmates were growing tired of the chorus of frog song that now filled the marsh at all times, but it was quite literally music to Forestshade's ears. The prey to hunt seems endless, too easy to catch at this point. It may as well leap right into her paws! But today seems a little more difficult. They'd begun their hunt at the northern end of the territory, upstream from the thunderpath. With the strong scent of otter, they'd swiftly taken their leave, deciding to head downstream. Lo and behold, more otter scent! So again, they'd moved.
Now, the little hunting patrol prowls just away from the thunderpath tunnel, splitting off from each other to find their own scent trails. Forestshade moves towards a cluster of pines, her jaws parted and ears angled outward with focus. She aches for the scent of frog or even the special treat of marsh rabbit on her tongue. Instead, she only gets another whiff of something familiar. A hiss of frustration leaves her as she swings her head back towards her patrol-mates. "Again?!" They need to get out of here, and quickly. Otters may not be as big as foxes, but they can be just as nasty and certainly don't mind roughing up cats if they stray too close.
