I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS
When it came to survival skills, Dusk really only had enough to get by. Which, to be fair, was more than a lot of other cats had. When he'd first escaped that hellhole and found himself on the streets of twoleg place with barely enough strength to walk more thana block without everything starting to blue and spin, garbage from metal tins alongside the houses was all he could find to survive on- all he had the strength to survive on.
But as the days had slipped into weeks he'd found himself growing steadier on his feet and more alert to his surroundings, and it wasn't long until the bengal tomcat had been killing the enormous amounts of time he had by simply stalking birds and rats in twoleg place. By the time he'd stepped foot on the moors for the first time it was with the basics already in paw, and so he hadn't found himself entirely helpless when joining Windclan.
It did, of course, take some adapting. He was far from an expert hunter, prone to missing just as often as he managed to catch something. But he was tenacious and patient, and if he did miss he kept trying until he didn't.
Sometimes though, he got lucky.
Body pressed low to the ground, the tall grass all around him, green eyes were fixed on a fat bird that was pecking and scratching around in the soft soil for grubs. Birds were something he was familiar with. They weren't like the racing rabbits or the volces with their tunnels everywhere, and stood motionless in the grass for many long seconds, waiting for the oppurtune moment.
Elsewhere on the hillside were Inky and another shecat, but Dusk was too concerned with his own business to worry about thiers.
Now!
The tomcat would burst from the undergrowth at full speed toward the bird, a cry of alarm slipping from the avians beeak as its wings flapped to try and carry it skyward. But Dusk knew this trick, knew it well, and with another fierce kick from his hindlegs the tom would leap up to snatch the creature clean out of the air.
He hit the ground with the bird struggling in his jaws, wings flapping to beat against him, but he quickly pinned it and delivered a killing bite to its neck. A small flicker of something like satisfaction settled in his gut, a minor reasurrance that even if he wasn't at the same level as these other cats, he could still catch up if he threw himself into it.
windclan warrior - male - 17 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - bengal 
