Light-Hearted Hunting

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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

[sabs]

LIGHTFOOT - - >


    The white and black tom had agreed to show one of his fellow young warriors a few hunting techniques. It was true, Lightfoot was one of the better hunters in the Clan made up of mostly fighters, but he didn't want to brag about it. He was quite humble, in fact. Though his name gave away his ability. Creeping through the fields, he'd let the dark lanky tom take the lead. He stayed back, keeping quite as his ears swiveled around for any sound of commotion. He hadn't really formed an opinion of Batsrike quite yet, but he seemed to be an interesting cat. At least they were close enough in age, anyway. As they neared the hunting grounds his Clanmate continued to ramble on, the tom twitching his whiskers in amusement at each remark.

“Going for a hunt is always a good excuse, ehh?" The silky tom nodded a response, signaling for him to keep his voice down with the flick of his tail. "I think we're nearing a rabbit den..." He trailed off as the squeaking noise grew louder. The grass had been flattened in various small areas, hinting that a small animal had made it's way frequently through here. He motioned for his hunting partner to come closer, speaking to him in barely a whisper, "This is the easiest way to find nests, look how the bogged down this foliage is..." He ran his paw over the yellowed grass. Yes, they were quite close to something.

[Storm]

BATSTRIKE
MothClan | Warrior | Tom | 12 Moons | Heterosexual

Impressed, Batstrike fell silent at the word, he's found something already? Luckily for both of them his paws were much quieter than his mouth, he moved a few steps nearer.  Yellow gaze holding on Lightfoot as he read their surroundings the tom shifted to finally notice what he had so easily picked up.  His tail twitched, annoyed at himself thinking of how many times he'd strode over such grass with no thought of what it meant.  His eyes followed the disturbed blades both directions before gaping his jaw to scent the air.  He never had much luck with uncovering prey hiding spots, coming up empty he nodded to his hunting partner.  Lightfoot could take over from here, he had faith in his hunting ability.

Despite being close in age, the two toms had developed quite different skill sets.  He was one of the many strong fighter, but in his own unique way.  The lean tom was quick and agile, he had learned to use that to his advantage.  He was more than capable of chasing down a rabbit, but he'd have to be close enough for it to not find a new hiding spot.  Ears standing forward for instruction, he'd leave the plan to the more successful hunter.  "Tell me where you want me and what you need me to do," he whispered to his hunting partner.  He may have lead the way but now as they grew close this hunt was under Lightfoot's lead.