Post by Storm on Jul 22, 2018 0:45:29 GMT
BATSTRIKE
MothClan | Warrior | Tom | 12 Moons | Heterosexual
The hot greenleaf day was coming to rest as a lean black and white tom crossed into the open field. The temperature was cooling off as the sun neared the end of its path in the sky. Batstrike carried his head level with his shoulders as he strolled silently through the tall grass. A gnarly healing wound was fully revealed at the base of his scruff in this position as his small white paws slid through the blades and he placed them lightly. The dog bite was hardly a big deal, but it served as a reminder of a failure to defend himself. It was actually the inspiration for this extra little hunting expedition. No other injuries occurred from the stray attack, but he decided he’d still need to redeem himself somehow. The problem was Batstrike was a terrible hunter and he was fully aware of this downfall, even with abundant prey. He brought someone along to hopefully keep them from returning from the trip with empty jowls.
He glanced back to the other warrior as the skies colors began to shift. “I know the forest at the border fairly well,” he mentioned plainly, “I think we’ll definitely catch something good there.” It was the border of his old home after all, he knew both sides of the land. His long tail flicked for the other tom to follow as Batstrike cut across the center of the field. He did not really know Lightfoot well other than he was a skilled hunter, hopefully he didn’t mind the request to join him hunting.
The cat was starting to feel guilty for the silent walk so far. He knew he needed to do a better job of being friendly especially since the other tom had agreed to hiking all the way out here. They wouldn’t scare away the prey in the woods if they chatted while they crossed through the grass, so the dark tom figured it would be okay to talk a little now. The least he could do was try to get to know his clanmate. “I didn’t thank you for coming along with me.” He mewed with a grin tugging at his lips as he offered a polite nod. “I just felt like stretching out for a bit and it’s nice to not go alone.” he hid his real reasoning, shaking his paws out to exaggerate what he said. “Going for a hunt is always a good excuse, ehh?” he offered a small chuckle to avoid the awkwardness of the beginning of a conversation. Hopefully this talk would go farther than their initial encounter in camp.
TAGS: sabs
MothClan | Warrior | Tom | 12 Moons | Heterosexual
The hot greenleaf day was coming to rest as a lean black and white tom crossed into the open field. The temperature was cooling off as the sun neared the end of its path in the sky. Batstrike carried his head level with his shoulders as he strolled silently through the tall grass. A gnarly healing wound was fully revealed at the base of his scruff in this position as his small white paws slid through the blades and he placed them lightly. The dog bite was hardly a big deal, but it served as a reminder of a failure to defend himself. It was actually the inspiration for this extra little hunting expedition. No other injuries occurred from the stray attack, but he decided he’d still need to redeem himself somehow. The problem was Batstrike was a terrible hunter and he was fully aware of this downfall, even with abundant prey. He brought someone along to hopefully keep them from returning from the trip with empty jowls.
He glanced back to the other warrior as the skies colors began to shift. “I know the forest at the border fairly well,” he mentioned plainly, “I think we’ll definitely catch something good there.” It was the border of his old home after all, he knew both sides of the land. His long tail flicked for the other tom to follow as Batstrike cut across the center of the field. He did not really know Lightfoot well other than he was a skilled hunter, hopefully he didn’t mind the request to join him hunting.
The cat was starting to feel guilty for the silent walk so far. He knew he needed to do a better job of being friendly especially since the other tom had agreed to hiking all the way out here. They wouldn’t scare away the prey in the woods if they chatted while they crossed through the grass, so the dark tom figured it would be okay to talk a little now. The least he could do was try to get to know his clanmate. “I didn’t thank you for coming along with me.” He mewed with a grin tugging at his lips as he offered a polite nod. “I just felt like stretching out for a bit and it’s nice to not go alone.” he hid his real reasoning, shaking his paws out to exaggerate what he said. “Going for a hunt is always a good excuse, ehh?” he offered a small chuckle to avoid the awkwardness of the beginning of a conversation. Hopefully this talk would go farther than their initial encounter in camp.
TAGS: sabs