Post by stray on Jan 17, 2023 23:46:11 GMT
309 words
This sucked.
There was no way the deputy expected a hunting patrol of just two cats to bring back anything worthwhile. So early in the morning, too. Paws were short, yeah, but surely they could've chosen two cats who were more suited for the job. Stormhawk kept his eyes trained on the ground, avoiding dried twigs and crunchy pebbles. At least the creek wasn't too far from camp.
Stormhawk flexed his claws at the thought of encountering a rogue looking for a fight. Now, that was something he'd handle with enthusiasm. He was more suited for patrolling borders and hauling heavy materials. He wasn't all that great at tracking and, with his large frame, he wasn't the best at stealth. And Muddybug—well, Muddybug...
Stormhawk paused in his tracks, looking up as he tried to think. He didn't know. There was never really a reason to get to know the molly. They were never in the nursery or apprentices' den together. She was... nice. And other cats liked being around her. And... she sang songs during the Journey. Ugh, Starclan, all the kits flocked to her. That much he knew.
Her warrior ceremony... That wasn't too long ago, was it? If he raked his brain, he could just barely remember cheering her name alongside his clanmates from the edge of the crowd. But it was a blurred memory, obfuscated by the exodus of the clans that followed soon after.
With a shake of his head and an irritated flick of his tail, Stormhawk huffed and continued his trek through the tallgrass. Who cared? Not like he'd said much of anything to her since they left camp. Anything important about either of them was on a need-to-know basis. Point was, there were definitely better hunters than the two of them. He needed to pay attention. Bringing back nothing meant empty stomachs.
There was no way the deputy expected a hunting patrol of just two cats to bring back anything worthwhile. So early in the morning, too. Paws were short, yeah, but surely they could've chosen two cats who were more suited for the job. Stormhawk kept his eyes trained on the ground, avoiding dried twigs and crunchy pebbles. At least the creek wasn't too far from camp.
Stormhawk flexed his claws at the thought of encountering a rogue looking for a fight. Now, that was something he'd handle with enthusiasm. He was more suited for patrolling borders and hauling heavy materials. He wasn't all that great at tracking and, with his large frame, he wasn't the best at stealth. And Muddybug—well, Muddybug...
Stormhawk paused in his tracks, looking up as he tried to think. He didn't know. There was never really a reason to get to know the molly. They were never in the nursery or apprentices' den together. She was... nice. And other cats liked being around her. And... she sang songs during the Journey. Ugh, Starclan, all the kits flocked to her. That much he knew.
Her warrior ceremony... That wasn't too long ago, was it? If he raked his brain, he could just barely remember cheering her name alongside his clanmates from the edge of the crowd. But it was a blurred memory, obfuscated by the exodus of the clans that followed soon after.
With a shake of his head and an irritated flick of his tail, Stormhawk huffed and continued his trek through the tallgrass. Who cared? Not like he'd said much of anything to her since they left camp. Anything important about either of them was on a need-to-know basis. Point was, there were definitely better hunters than the two of them. He needed to pay attention. Bringing back nothing meant empty stomachs.
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