private IS IT COLD OUTSIDE? // coyotebite, also kind of prompt

[Tybalt [Stagstrike]]

Tybalt slipped out of the warriors den, casting a disappointed glance at the sparse looking fresh-kill pile. It was nearly always close to empty now that the weather had gotten colder, and he found himself thinking of the city streets he had grown up on. Prey was difficult to come by there in the winter, and he supposed that there were probably just as many cats competing for it, but at least there he'd only ever had to worry about catching enough for three cats at the most, less if his parents had managed to bring down something of their own. And if nothing else, they'd been able to scrounge for twoleg scraps if they were particularly desperate.

Here there were no scraps to scavenge, and more mouths to feed. There were no twolegs to worry about, but bigger animals were also constantly in search of a meal. Remembering the pathetic looking blackbird from his last hunt, he turned to the nearest cat and said, "I'm going hunting. We'll bring down more with two of us, if you want to come." He didn't know Coyotebite particularly well, but figured it couldn't hurt to ask.

@COYOTEBITE

 

[COYOTEBITE]

She was surprised he had asked her to tag along on the hunt given they were not exactly friends, nor did they speak often, but she knew how important it was for the clan to have food to eat so she agreed anyway. "Sure, I could use an excuse to get out of camp." Rising to her paws, she would stretch, allowing herself a moment to gather her thoughts before moving to join Tybalt and slip out of camp. With any luck, they would be able to return to camp with at least a squirrel that would feed all the elders currently housed within ThunderClan.
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[Tybalt [Stagstrike]]

Padding out of the camp, Tybalt wrinkled his muzzle as an icy wind chilled his nose. On top of all the prey hiding away in their dens, the biting cold made it difficult to smell much of anything. Tail twitching in agitation, he parted his jaws to taste the air and then looked back towards Coyotebite. “Any ideas on where we should head?” he asked. “We could try around sunningrocks. There might be some mice sheltering between the rocks if we’re lucky.”