[ti]Open[/ti]A Prickly Situation

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BRACKENFALL >>

    Moons had past since the birth of the deputy's first litter, and the loss of two of his kits. He had taken his time to mourn, but was ready to finally continue on with his duties. First and foremost, he decided, a hunting patrol would be appropriate. The influx of new kits from NewLeaf was more than the Clan could have expected, which meant many more mouths to feed. He'd asked for any warriors who wished to volunteer to accompany him, and was pleasantly surprised with the group that came to his aid. 

    The grass was soft under his paws, a bright and vibrant color of green. The deputy lifted his head to the breeze, catching the scent of various types of small creatures that the patrol could catch. It looks like it wasn't just the Clans that had such a growth in numbers. Once the patrol had reached high ground, he flicked his tail in a motion for them to stop. "There's an abundance of prey running today." He remarked, turning to glance at his Clanmates. The fresh-kill pile would be plenty stocked for many days to come, by the smell of it. A sense of pride welled in the deputies chest as he waited for the rest of the cats to catch up. It was almost too perfect of a day. 

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Curlymoss

The young tom had been playing moss ball with the kits when he heard the formation of a hunting patrol, lead by no one other than his most favorite cat in the whole clan - Brackenfall. Ears perking up, the curly furred tom pranced over to join the patrol, slightly unaware that he could still leave camp if he wanted to. In his heart, Curlymoss would always be an apprentice, following at Brackenfall's every movement. "I'll go!" The tom exclaimed happily, smiling at the deputy with his bright, overly joyous grin. He could catch so much for his siblings, aka Brackenfall's kits!! He would definitely catch Thunderkit a lovely robin!

Trekking into the wilderness aka Mothclan's territory, Curlymoss got distract first by the first butterfly he'd seen in New-Leaf, what a thing to behold! Wide-eyed and cross-eyed, Curlymoss watched it flutter away. Next, he plucked some random plant up from the ground that smelled interesting, prancing back to the hunting patrol to show it off before he left it on the ground absentmindedly at the scent of prey. "I smell stuff!" The young warrior commented, thankfully in a quiet voice as he perked his ears and opened his jaws to try and detect what it truly was. Hopefully a big ol plump ROBIN!

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Feathercrest shuffled silently beside Brackenfall, watching the scenery and pondering about himself and the other cats. What a strange cat he was, with an elongated snout that looked borderline deformed. So different, he had only seen one or two cats like him. He wondered what happened in his family that gave him this. Was he related to a big cat? None looked like him, so it was doubtful. Anyhow, Feathercrest was summoned to join his comrade in a hunting patrol, and he's need to focus on that.
"I agree, Brackenfall. Prey is almost crawling into our paws." He said as a mouse scuttled under his nose. He bounded off and returned a few seconds later with its now dead body.

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Duskjaw had been planning to go hunting anyways that day, preferring to hunt alone. It was not because he hated his Clan or anything, but because he was rather shy. Yet, to his surprise, Brackenfall asked him personally to come with. Had he seen him looking anxiously at the camp entrance? Well, it would be rude to turn him down, even if he was a little nervous around others. That, combined with his own constant internal anxiety, was how he ended up going out on patrol with a few of his Clanmates, ready to catch as much prey as possible.

He did not need Brackenfall to inform him that there was plenty to go around once they were at the top of the hill. The dull brown tom had a sharp nose, which had caught some of the scents before they had reached their stopping point. But he nodded politely anyways.

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Liongaze is just looking for something to occupy himself with when Brackenfall asked for volunteers for a hunting patrol. Liongaze didn’t enjoy hunting patrols as much as border patrols, nor is he as good at hunting as he is at fighting, but he trots over to join the small group of warriors anyways. With a quick nod to Bracken to let him know that Lion will come along, the ginger warrior falls in with the patrol.

He silently pads along behind Duskjaw, Feathercrest, and the deputy, his ears swiveling to catch the soft rustle of leaves as prey moves through the soft grass. The big warrior doesn't say a word as they pad along, as he has been extremely quiet for the last couple moons, ever since the death of Fattail. The ginger tom pauses as Bracken stops to declare the abundance of prey; with a silent nod of agreement, Liongaze stops to see where his clanmates slink off to. He’ll cover whichever direction isn’t chosen by the other hunters.

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BRACKENFALL >>

    The tabby tom had waited until all of his Clanmates had caught up before crouching into the long grass. He held his tail low, and slowed his breathing as he carefully trod through the meadow. It didn't take long before the scent of shrew hit his nose, and like a flash he'd already given it a swift killing blow. He trotted back to where they had begun there hunt and made a makeshift pile for everyone's catches. Before long he darted back through the grass, already stalking his next kill, this time it was a pigeon. His muscles rippled beneath his pelt with each paw that he moved forward, careful not to misstep and disturb the bird. In just a few heartbeats, however, the bird flew off. He jumped to catch it but only got a clawful of feathers. "Mouse dung!" He spat, licking his claws clean. "Something must have spooked it..."