[ti]Open[/ti]Searching Through Scrap

[KingHarry]

With the weather growing colder, Mothstar had increased the number of hunting patrols sent out in order to hopefully feed the clan as well as possible before the prey vanished. Today, the patrol was hunting near the pile of twoleg scrap that lay on MothClan territory. The warriors wanted to avoid the rats - they couldn't risk disease at this time of year - but there was other prey that hid between the nooks and crannies of the random discards of the twolegs.

Leading this patrol in particular was Tallspark - a rather young warrior, but one that had shown promise when it came to making executive decisions. He'd seen some mice hanging around the area the other day and so he'd taken the group he'd been assigned and taken them directly towards the scrapheap. 

"Keep your eyes open." Tallspark instructed, hopping over what looked like a torn-off chunk of a monster. "There's prey around here somewhere - I know it. We just needed to find it."

[pebble]

Jaysong couldn't shake the feeling of kenospia as they crept through the rubble and random twoleg things. The mountains of discarded things loomed above them and she couldn't help but allow her fur to stand on end, green ways wider than full moons as she followed after Tallspark. She hardly realizes he spoke and when she did realize, she felt a bit more at ease. At least her clanmates were still talking. She muttered around the hunk, afraid of cutting herself on it.

"Are you sure, Tallspark? This place seems pretty dead," she commented. "Save for the rats." She added in a quieter tone, watching one watch her hungrily. It turned away after a while, realizing it couldn't possibly take on an entire patrol of cats. Not on it's own, anyways. Jaysong didn't want to find out how many could gather and quickly sped up to walk at Tallspark's flank, ears flicking about worriedly.

[KingHarry]

"I'm sure. Rowanfrost said that he saw mice around here, and why would he lie, huh?" Sure, that guy was a bit of a grump, but lying would just hurt himself. Rowanfrost knew the difference between rats and mice, yeah? Yeah! He must do! What cat didn't? Well, kittypets maybe, but Rowanfrost was a former loner - not a pampered housecat.

Tallspark's froze for a second as he saw a flicker of movement. "There!" He whispered. "You see it?" There was a mouse sniffing about a piece of scrap. It didn't look like the tastiest piece of prey ever, but it was something and that was enough.