wrap my teeth around the world || hunting

[sorrelsprig]

she dreams of flying. she always does — since she was a girl, playing on the outskirts of colony grounds, darting in and out of parents' line of sight and giggling — she'd run and run and run all day and when she curled up to sleep at her parents' side she dreamed the same dream every night: racing over the moors, faster and faster till her feet hardly touched the ground at all, then till suddenly they didn't.

she remembers that now as she races after a rabbit. there's no hunger slowing her down, and the rabbit is plump and she knows it'll feed plenty — there's nothing to stress over right now, coming off the height of greenleaf.

all she needs to do is run.

she'd missed her first rabbit today, but not this one. she pounces, lands exactly where she wants to, and kills it quickly. she looks at it for a moment, taking deep breaths as her heart comes back down — and then digs her claws into the prey with a satisfied smile. it's meaty and full, and now it is windclan's.

she turns her gaze up to the night sky, stars glittering just out of reach. she says a prayer of thanks for the rabbit — she imagines the mangy forest cats, so sheltered from their ancestors, and she wonders how they don't suffocate, lifting their heads and praying to a canopy of trees.

sorrelsprig shakes herself out of her thoughts and casts her gaze back over the starlit moors. she knows she's not the only one who slipped out for a nighttime hunt; she wonders how much luck her clanmates have had.

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[Badgermoon]

Greenleaf was a season of joy, so long as rain still fell and prey continued to race across the moors. This one had felt particularly lush, a state of affairs which warmed his heart, just as the sun heated his white-patched pelt. The abundance was such that even the night air thrummed with the promise of prey: tiny, delicious creatures creeping through the tall grasses and past clumps of heather and pools of wildflowers. Badgermoon had taken up guard duty for a few hours that night, relieving the warrior who had been stationed near the hollow's entrance as the moon crept past its apex. The stars shimmered above as he kneaded the soft grass underpaw, content to stare out through keen yellow eyes. Watching over the land felt right, felt important, like he was performing a vital service for WindClan.

A flash of movement, almost too far for him to see, caught his attention. Badgermoon stiffened, narrowing his eyes and tuning all his senses in the direction of the tawny flash. The figure is vaguely cat-shaped, and it stilled even as he watched. Probably someone out hunting. mused the deputy, rising carefully to his feet. Best check, just in case. He flicked one white-tipped ear to the other warrior on guard before striding out onto the moor, inhaling deeply. His pace quickened as the ferric tang of blood caught in the back of his throat. Memories of Tigerfrost and Vulturemask flickered through his mind, quick as a hawk's flight, and his body and mind only stilled when he came close enough to understand what he was seeing.

Only Sorrelsprig. He breathed out, just once: a sigh. Of relief, yes. But perhaps, just a little, of disappointment. Perhaps he had wanted there to be trouble. But that was absurd. These were good times for WindClan, peaceful ones. It was nonsensical to wish for conflict. "Hi, Sorrelsprig." Badgermoon inclined his head to the fawn tabby, a small smile appearing on his starlit face. "Good catch. I saw you from guard duty." he flicked his inky tail back in the direction from which he had come, a glossy serpent of shadow in the darkness of night. The rabbit was appetizingly stout, and he eyed the places where her claws and teeth had sunk into the meat. "Are you planning on taking this straight back?"​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

The night is young and bright. Sedgepaw lingers in the grasses, padding quietly through a carved-through pathway leading away from the Sun-Warmed Pool, when he hears the familiar sound of friendly and night-hushed voices. Whether or not he's strictly allowed to be out wandering the fields at night is unclear—however, he's wandered close enough to the burgeoning crowd that it would be more suspicious if he tried to sneak away, so instead the young tom pokes his head out from a nearby thicket and finds Sorrelsprig and Badgermoon in its midst.

"Ooh," he hums appraisingly, for want of anything better to say. The caught rabbit is little better than a smear of gray in the greater, darker night. The smell of it is a bit easier to pick out—Sedgepaw's stomach gives an imperceivable growl, and he contemplates going to catch a midnight snack of his own. "Or will you eat it right now?" he asks idly, tacking onto Badgermoon's original query.​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I AM SORRY THIS IS ALWAYS HOW IT GOES ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 13 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner​

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Periwinklebreeze has always been fond of night hunting - a habit started once upon a time when he'd been unable to sleep, and his mentor had put his paws to good use. Now, it is simply a habit he carries on with, wearing himself down most nights until he finally wins that battle and drifts off into the land of dreams. Tonight is hardly any different - pale figure streaking cross the moorland in near silence, blackened paws carrying him through his chase under silverpelts watchful eyes. His catch is successful, as he tastes blood upon his tongue and feels feathers graze his teeth - the ouzel hardly standing a chance against him, dead before it could even take flight.

Blue eyes catch movement nearby, and he's quick to join the small gathering of others, charcoal head dipping into a respectful greeting due to the still-warm body clutched tightly in his jaws. Sedgepaw's question is a startling one - to be honest, peri is the sort of feline to always put others first - he can't think of a single time where he'd eaten his own catch without first bringing it back for the others to share. But... perhaps that's just him, another oddity amongst the rest.

— the wind blows loudest when you've got your eyes closed ❀

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  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched figure. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
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