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Post by Flamingthorn on Jan 11, 2015 16:38:10 GMT -6
He liked the idea of hunting. The wild pursuit of it all gave him a... rush. I have no problems with hunting. He decided to join her.
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Post by Shatterpaw on Jan 12, 2015 20:23:19 GMT -6
[[SOrry, JFK had a date with being done before tomorrow.]]
Shatterpaw smiled at him and nodded her head. Good, but perhaps it would be better to go hunting later.
Seen as it's nearly noon.. I say finish up your projects if you have any and meet me at the entrance at dusk. Hunting at night is waaay better. She purred, stepping away from the tom.
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Post by Flamingthorn on Jan 16, 2015 16:11:09 GMT -6
Alright see you then, and he walked away.
*several hours later because i'm lazy*
I'm ready! he called out.
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Post by Shatterpaw on Jan 18, 2015 19:42:05 GMT -6
000 words outfit link in/complete SHatterpaw trotted towards the edge of camp and saw that Flamingthorn was ready already. Eager much? The brown and white she-cat trotted towards him, a cough nearly shocking her awake.
The she-cat nodded at him and brushed past him out towards the territory. There was a small break in the river where there wasn't any ice yet. It would be good fishing. |
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Post by Flamingthorn on Jan 18, 2015 20:09:48 GMT -6
He grinned at the crack. It was hunting season. He just had to be careful about approaching the edge or he would be doused out. The ginger Tom was not going to be hesitant. He padded lightly over to the edge and began to wait. It was a fish! Grinning, he attempted to scoop up the fish and nearly fell in, cursing to himself.
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Post by Shatterpaw on Jan 19, 2015 19:21:48 GMT -6
Shatterpaw snickered as he nearly fell in the river. Rookie mistake. Wasn't like she hadn't done it several times. The brown and white she-cat looked over at him with a smile playing on my face.
"Put your weight farther back onto your hindquarters." She murmured, her face turned back towards the river.
She sat at the rivers edge, her hind paws digging into the soil. Shatterpaw watched carefully as the fish started swimming back towards the edge. She leaned forward, her face with a determined look on her face. The she-cat looked down and her paw flashed down quickly, scooping out a fat fish. She bit the fishes neck and it went limp.
"That's how you finish that." She meowed, smiling.
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Post by Flamingthorn on Jan 23, 2015 19:45:14 GMT -6
"I know how to do it, I'm just rusty." He shook his head in determination and decided to try again. He felt so foolish, not being able to catch a fish. Good thing it was no longer his job to hunt for the clan. He had to do this.
A trout decided to be the lucky customer. He waiting in anticipation, knowing he had to string soon. He did. He ad the fish in his jaws in an instant and dropped it as his feet with a smile. "Not so bad for a Medicine Cat eh?"
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Post by Shatterpaw on Jan 24, 2015 11:05:32 GMT -6
The tabby lynx snorted and shook her head. Well at least there were two more pieces of prey for the clan by this point. The she-cat watched the surface carefully, determination setting over. Her brown eyes watched over the surface carefully and she knew that there'd be at least a few more in here. She hung over the edge a little farther then she expected and when she went to dive for a fish, she slid right in the water. Sputtering, trout in hand, she clamored up the steep bank. The white she-cat shook out her pelt and she looked down at the three trout. Perhaps it was better then nothing..
I can assure you that the water isn't as cold as it looks. She meowed, flashbacks running through her mind of when she fell through the water with Owain.
She shuddered, not of cold but of back memory. The water had been freezing then and she knew that it was warming up since the accident a month ago. And since then she really hadn't seen Owain around... or Fei'lan for that matter. Perhaps they were off bonding again. Shatterpaw nearly snorted at the thought.
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Post by Flamingthorn on Jan 24, 2015 23:09:33 GMT -6
He decided he had done enough. As previously stated, it wasn't his job to hunt. His job was to make sure everyone didn't bleed out. I try that, yet I have no desire to go into it. He tried to fight off memories too. Memories that were best forgotten. He blinked away those devious thoughts. They're all dead now. They can't hurt you.
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Post by Shatterpaw on Jan 25, 2015 18:44:56 GMT -6
She eyed the tom warily as he suppressed memories. Or at least looked like it.
"Should we go back? She asked, fidgeting her paws.
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Post by Flamingthorn on Jan 30, 2015 18:22:27 GMT -6
He took a second thought at that. No let's just stay out here and have fun!
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