Post by cosmic on Jun 25, 2024 9:21:48 GMT -6
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The grass was still dewy as a brown cat trotted along the long blades of grass. The morning sun felt riveting against his long pelt as he took in the moment around him. It was not as often that he was placed on a hunting patrol, rather than a border patrol instead, but he didn't mind the extra time that he got to sleep in. Normally, a cat of his size, it was a splendid idea to have a cat along the patrols to scare off any possible intruders along the border, but they probably chose some other dashing muscle to take his place for now.
Heatherclaw let the fresh, dry air take him toward the nearest prey, as he instantly identified it as an unlucky thrush that would be his catch of the day. The tall cat kept his eyes toward the suspected prey, hunkering down once the bird came into view. Slowly creeping along the ground, his claws sunk into the hard earth, the prairie grass gliding along his dark pelt.
The PrairieClan cat then leaped toward the bird, though he instantly realized his mistake in moving just as the bird saw him. The thrush let out a chirp, before his wings gave flight for the prey to miss the warrior's claws. As he landed, Heatherclaw's eyes followed the thrush's escape into the open air, while he shook his head in disappointment. "Well, I guess I can't be that lucky," he commented under his breath, before lowering his gaze. As he did, he heard a figure in the distance approaching, not sure where the cat was coming from. Likely a clanmate, as he wouldn't dare to think a clanless had the courage to venture this deep into the territory. Still, he wouldn't rule it out entirely. Perhaps it was a RidgeClan cat across the border. Who knows.
Heatherclaw looked around until he spotted them. "My, my, who do we have here?" he raised his eyebrows, his charismatic nature lingering in his words to echo toward the approaching feline.
athletics roll: 12 [17 needed for success]