Post by Fate Admin on Jun 16, 2013 21:02:44 GMT -5
Maverick stood at the edge of the mountain spring that kept MountainClan hydrated and looked around at the gathered cats. Ever since he had come upon StoneClan sheltering in the mountains and offered them a place to stay with MountainClan, Maverick had been talking to them and trying to learn their names. There were quite a lot of new faces after all. Some of the other MountainClan cats hadn’t been entirely happy with the Clan moving in, but Maverick had been able to bring most of them around with the simple logic that there was safety in numbers. The more cats around, the less likely they were to be attacked by anyone or anything. The few that still didn’t like it after that had just chosen to leave for the time being, a couple rogues who had something against the Clans, or something or another.
“C’mon then. First lesson about hunting in the mountains!” He swept his plumed tail out beside him to beckon the StoneClanners closer to the water’s edge. He swiped his paws into the water, splashing it farther up into the dirt and creating a decent amount of mud before flopping down into it and rolling about until his fur was quite thoroughly caked in the sticky concoction. He stood and stepped aside, surveying the cats who would be coming out on his hunting trip with him. Wolfclaw he remembered, he was one of the higher ranking cats in the Clan… the deputy. He had learned Wolfclaw’s name within the first day of the Clan staying here. The others… no he couldn’t recall their names yet. Eaglesomething. He sorta knew that one. The two she-cats… well he’d be sure to get to know them better in time.
“Not only does the mud help to mute your scent, but it helps you blend in with your surroundings. As you can see, there’s not a lot of cover up in here in the mountains, little to hide behind. This is the best and easiest solution,” he looked them all over once and nodded, “Who wants to go first?” His yellow-green gaze sparkled with amusement. He was fairly certain most of the StoneClanners would find this part of mountain hunting to be rather unpleasant, since nearly all the loners and rogues of MountainClan had felt the same way and some still refused to use the tactic, and caught less prey for their stubbornness. In the mountains, a little mud could mean the difference between a full belly or an empty one.
“C’mon then. First lesson about hunting in the mountains!” He swept his plumed tail out beside him to beckon the StoneClanners closer to the water’s edge. He swiped his paws into the water, splashing it farther up into the dirt and creating a decent amount of mud before flopping down into it and rolling about until his fur was quite thoroughly caked in the sticky concoction. He stood and stepped aside, surveying the cats who would be coming out on his hunting trip with him. Wolfclaw he remembered, he was one of the higher ranking cats in the Clan… the deputy. He had learned Wolfclaw’s name within the first day of the Clan staying here. The others… no he couldn’t recall their names yet. Eaglesomething. He sorta knew that one. The two she-cats… well he’d be sure to get to know them better in time.
“Not only does the mud help to mute your scent, but it helps you blend in with your surroundings. As you can see, there’s not a lot of cover up in here in the mountains, little to hide behind. This is the best and easiest solution,” he looked them all over once and nodded, “Who wants to go first?” His yellow-green gaze sparkled with amusement. He was fairly certain most of the StoneClanners would find this part of mountain hunting to be rather unpleasant, since nearly all the loners and rogues of MountainClan had felt the same way and some still refused to use the tactic, and caught less prey for their stubbornness. In the mountains, a little mud could mean the difference between a full belly or an empty one.