[williams]

[BRIARthroat]

-- It felt refreshing to be back in the forest again. Being cooped up, while necessary to keep the disease from spreading to more cats as well as to help the warrior recover faster, had made Briarthroat's paws itch. He would have felt like a scolded apprentice if it wasn't for the aches and pains that burrowed into his bones. The ache in his lungs had faded completely, and with the final medical check-in completed, Briarfoot was released back to his warrior duties. He had practically ran for the forest once the verdict was given. Briarthroat did stop to grab a hunting companion, then happily jogged out of camp and into the woods. The forest air never tasted so sweet.
-- Tasting the air for prey, Briarfoot glanced over to his companion, the equally quiet and focused Crowstrike. He hadn't seen his brother around, and found the tom's company enjoyable.They both felt the drive to do the best for Nightclan, and the clan needed it right now. As warriors and apprentices were healing, not only from losses of friends and family, but from this illness, it was important to get good food in their bellies quick. They chose a place closer to camp with easy prey to start. No point in wearing themselves out early. Clouds threatened to chase away their prey, but everyone needed to drink. Briarthroat knew even with the weather not on their side, their hunting trip would prove successful.

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[notes] very excited to get back into this!!

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Crowstrike

57 Moons, Senior Warrior of NightClan

Crowstrike padded next to his clan mate with a little less enthusiasm to his step than the tom next to him. Though he couldn't blame Briarthroat for the eagerness that exuded from within him - if Crowstrike had been cooped up in the clan for a while with sickness, he'd be just as quick to feel the soil outside of camp beneath his paws again, too.

Even though he seemed as dull as usual today, with an almost unreadable expression, Crowstrike was very grateful to see Brairthroat in good health again. The tom was only a few moons younger than him, and was a familiar face since kithood, and he appreciated the warrior's same drive to serve the clan that Crowstrike himself possessed.

That's why when Briarthroat invited him to go out hunting, Crowstrike couldn't decline, even if he was somewhat sick of hunting at the moment. When the clan fell sick with greencough, Crowstrike had managed not to contract it. Though good for him, it also had it's drawbacks. He and all the other NightClan warriors who stayed in good health had to work twice as hard to make up for their ill clan mates. Crowstrike had done more hunting in the past moon or two than he cared to admit, something that he previously enjoyed doing for his clan.

He knew feelings were irrelevant though, and cats needed to eat everyday, so he continued to trek on fulfilling his duties. Crowstrike couldn't help but to wonder how much prey they would actually be taking back with them though, dark clouds loomed ahead, as lightning danced across the sky. A storm would be coming soon, and nothing likes to get caught in the rain, not even prey.

"How are you feeling?" Crowstrike mewed, breaking the silence between them. "Think you're up to hunting for today?" He inquired of his clan mate, as they made their way to the muddy pools. The tom was legitimately concerned about the other cat's condition. He hoped Briarthroat wouldn't over exert himself after just recently getting over a sickness.

williams

[williams]

[BRIARthroat]

-- Briarthroat paused his already eager quest to start hunting, nudging his shoulder against Crowstrike's in a brotherly manner. Growing up training alongside the warrior, barely a few moons apart, made him a familiar face and one who would worry as much as a family member would. "I'm  feeling much better, I appreciate your concern." Briarthroat smiled back. "I am ready to feel useful again, help ease your burden of providing for so many mouths." There was unspoken gratefulness that lined his words. So many clanmates were sick, and so few became the backbone for a hard season. Briarthroat had seen how hard Crowstrike had to work, quietly chiding himself for choosing someone who was probably sick of hunting.

--"I understand your concern though. As soon as the first drops fall, we can collect our catch and head back. No sense pushing my luck. Although I bet you would have no trouble carrying me." Briarthroat laughed, keeping his voice low as they reached the edge of the Pools. Both toms could stand easily shoulder to shoulder, making for an impressive duo to stalk into their hunting grounds. Although the clouds threatened, the prey was not deterred. Briarthroat could smells the mingling scents, and hear faintly some frogs chirping somewhere. Finally, he thought, shifting his weight to lighten his steps.

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[tags] @shady

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Crowstrike

57 Moons, Senior Warrior of NightClan

"I'd have no problem carrying you, but would I carry you is the real question?" Crowstrike teased, speaking more softly as they approached their hunting grounds, walking in unison with the other tom. The two made an impressive duo as partners in the hunt.

As they reached their place of hunting, Crowstrike closed his eyes briefly, inhaling the scent of the territory. No matter how many times he's been here, the familiar damp, earthy smells always brought on a sense of nostalgia. The muddy pools was where he was brought as an apprentice to learn how to hunt, and there would always be a certain fondness inside of him for this location.

The black tom's ears pricked as he picked up on the chirping of a close by frog. His eyes opened and darted to where it's location was. He flicked his tail to Briarthroat, signaling that this prey was his to catch. The first one to spot something  was always the one who would do the honor of killing it. Perhaps they could make a game out of it, and see who could catch the most.

Crowstrike crouched down, and with careful footing stalked closer to the unsuspecting frog. The tom waited for the right moment, and then pounced; sinking his claws into the prey as his teeth delivered the killing blow. 

The warrior carried his catch back to his companion, dropping it at his feet. "Looks like the score is 1 to 0, right now, brother.." Crowstrike smiled, with an unusually playful tone. Most cats knew him to have a bad temperament, but he was fond of like-minded individuals, as he knew Briarthroat to be. Their clan was going to be fed today, and they were going to have a little fun in doing so, breaking away from the usual mundane nature of it.

williams

[williams]

[BRIARthroat]

-- Briarthroat snorted at his companion's words, knowing full well what the outcome would be. He would be carried to camp, with Crowstrike jokingly complaining about how heavy he is and how he'd have to go back out for their prey. Then back at camp, they would get not one lecture, but probably two, one from each medicine cat about the dangers of going out early. In the end, it would be a bad situation, and this quiet cat would like to avoid that public embarrassment.
-- A soft tail flick brought the tom back to the pools, the prey in question spotted. Briarthroat nodded his permission, crouching down to watch his friend hunt. While he watched, he opened his mouth, tasting the air and opening his senses to all that surrounded them. Something more was near by his senses said.
--"Looks like the score is one to zero right now, brother." Briarthroat laughed, a smile appearing on his lips. "Right now, eh?" He stood back up quickly, swiftly leaping after a thrush that hadn't seen the two cats. He got his teeth around it's neck, breaking it quickly to avoid a painful death. Jogging back to add it to their pile, he muffled around the feathers, "Looks like we have a competition on our paws"

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[tags] @shady
[notes]i love them both so much