Post by Miss Tactical on Apr 20, 2018 15:13:03 GMT
TOADPAW
He awoke that morning with excitement burning in his chest. He had been working hard for a couple of moons, and his mentor decided that it would be best for a half way assessment. He would be hunting solo, and needed to bring back prey for his clan. He knew it wouldn't be overly hard, he was blessed to be training in New-leaf. He grabbed a mouse and nibbled on it, too excited to really want to eat. After his mouse was gone he stood up heading to the entrance and out into the forest. He thought that perhaps it would be a good idea to bring back a small trout of some sort. Fish was a delicacy and it wasn't often that there were any in the prey pile.
The tom was humbled as he trotted holding his head high. On his way over he managed to catch a mouse and shrew, burying it for later. That would certainly feed a couple of cats! He found the deep water where he normally tried to catch fish, he had never been successful but today was his day to shine. He crouched over the waters edge looking into the pool, one paw in swipe, nothing. He hissed in frustration, a growl forming in his throat. Fish were very clever...more clever than he was it seemed. He lifted his head as an odd scent hit his nose. It was something he couldn't quite put his paw on. The fur on the back of his neck began to rise. Something was off in MistClan today....
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ASTER
The petite gray she-cat had been following the tabby tom for awhile now, staying silent, picking up herbs along the way. She narrowed her eyes as he bent over the deep water. Despite being small, she was well toned since she joined Honeyheart. She raised a brow as she could see the fur on the back of his neck began to rise and his tail gave an irritated flick back and forth. She couldn't get caught, that would mean the tom would alert a patrol, and surely the she-cat would not be able to handle that. Their last invasion was enough.
She cursed under her breath gliding through the underbush. She wasn't one to normally show violence, but she was in a situation where it was him or her. She contemplated on her actions before finally deciding. She got close to him claws unsheathed, the tom yelped and she shushed him with her tail. "I am not violent...but I'm sorry...you will be watching your clan mates from StarClan." She saw the look of horror in his eyes and with a paw forced his head under the water. She felt the tom struggle under her weight before his body went limp and his skin cold. He was dead.
The gray she-cat dragged his body to shore before placing small flowers around him. "One hit from us and you are never the same." She whispered. She arranged the flowers in a beautiful formation. On his chest lay a purple flower with brown center, more elongated petals..it was an aster. She rubbed up against the tom before grooming his pelt clean. "There. At least you died in a less gruesome manner." She dipped her head before padding off with the herbs she had collected. Perhaps it would be in the clan's best interest to not underestimate their power.
