- Mar 30, 2024
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*+:｡.｡ A large crow, almost bigger than himself, was about as difficult to bring home as it had been to catch. Wrathpaw's sides heaved as he struggled not to trip on the limp wing, but he raised his head and beamed with pride. All day he'd struggled to hunt. Much like the rest of his patrol - the rest of the clan, today was not as bountiful as one might've expected with the changing of the season. The air was so hot it practically vibrated, and anything that could find shade knew it foolish to escape whatever cooler spot they found. That meant that anything worth eating was hidden away more thoroughly in the shadows. It was almost cruel that all the birds and mice got to enjoy the darkness while Wrathpaw and his hunting party were left to scour through the forest, panting through the wall of hot and heavy air like every lungful was more sun than oxygen. No matter how many trips to the stream they took, Wrathpaw never stopped itching with sweat and exhaustion, any second convinced he was going to pass out before he scented anything, let alone catch it.
When the raven entered his sights, Wrathpaw had fought every instinct to charge at it. The animal had been trying to pluck a worm out of a hollow branch, starving enough to either not notice or care of its precarious position on the ground. Wrathpaw had focused his breathing, as he'd been taught. Muscles aching from a long day of trekking, he lowered himself into a poised crouch and crept slowly, the only sound being the raucous thump of blood in his ears. The bird had almost startled a few times - one of them, embarrassingly enough, had been when his stomach growled. But luckily, he moved himself into a close enough position that his success was assured, and with a powerful kick, he was upon the creature! A temporary wrestle, a few slaps to the face from a frantic wing, a nick in his forelimb where a talon aimed true, but ultimately all futile as his teeth found their mark.
And now, he holds the crow in his jaws, sweating, tired, but triumphant. He had never personally had crow before, so all the way home he wondered what it must taste like. But despite his grumbling stomach and buckling knees, when he arrived at camp he noticed a devastating sight.
A group of equally exhausted elders and queens pawed at the minimal scraps of prey. Today had been hot for everyone. Hunting had been a struggle for everyone. So when he brought home his crow, the needier members of the clan all perked their ears up with gratitude and excitement. And although they clapped his back and praised him for his catch, all he could focus on was-
"The kits are going to eat well tonight!"
And how angry those words left him.
After all...apprentices ate last.
When the raven entered his sights, Wrathpaw had fought every instinct to charge at it. The animal had been trying to pluck a worm out of a hollow branch, starving enough to either not notice or care of its precarious position on the ground. Wrathpaw had focused his breathing, as he'd been taught. Muscles aching from a long day of trekking, he lowered himself into a poised crouch and crept slowly, the only sound being the raucous thump of blood in his ears. The bird had almost startled a few times - one of them, embarrassingly enough, had been when his stomach growled. But luckily, he moved himself into a close enough position that his success was assured, and with a powerful kick, he was upon the creature! A temporary wrestle, a few slaps to the face from a frantic wing, a nick in his forelimb where a talon aimed true, but ultimately all futile as his teeth found their mark.
And now, he holds the crow in his jaws, sweating, tired, but triumphant. He had never personally had crow before, so all the way home he wondered what it must taste like. But despite his grumbling stomach and buckling knees, when he arrived at camp he noticed a devastating sight.
A group of equally exhausted elders and queens pawed at the minimal scraps of prey. Today had been hot for everyone. Hunting had been a struggle for everyone. So when he brought home his crow, the needier members of the clan all perked their ears up with gratitude and excitement. And although they clapped his back and praised him for his catch, all he could focus on was-
"The kits are going to eat well tonight!"
And how angry those words left him.
After all...apprentices ate last.
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GENERAL:
♡ Wrathkit
♡ DMAB— He/Him
♡ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Laughblossom || Pridepaw, Merrypaw
♡ Thunderclan — Kit
♡ Mentored by Wildheart
COMBAT:
♡Physically mediocre | mentally easy
♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
injuries: None currently
