[Aqua]

Mistclan Warrior

The work to prepare the camp for daily living was well under way. A whole gang of Mistclan cats worked diligently to build up the dens and get things comfortable. The rest of the cats made their way out into the land to gather up medicinal supplies and food to fill the clan's bellies. This presented a nice list of jobs that any cat could work on to help out. With such a wide variety of choices, one would think each cat would jump job to job to mix things up each day. But the black tom that padded out into the Safe Clearing had chosen to take on the exact same duty every day. Hunting.

Panthercall, unlike many of the Nightclan and Rainclan cats that made up Mistclan, he had been born out on the moors. Lands that were wide open and trees were few and far between. Lightningclan was a clan adapted to speed thanks to the lack of overall cover when they would go on their hunts. It was something the tom had to adapt to very quickly when he was younger due to the dark colored pelt he sported. He stood out like a sore thumb among the grassy lands so he had to do what he could to not be spotted or risk never catching anything on hunts. But here, he had so many places to use to his advantage. So many shadows to hide in. It was almost a free feeling being able to move about almost unseen in some areas. He never would have gotten away with such a thing back home with Lightningclan and quite frankly, he was loving every minute of it.

The tom, along with another cat or two, had taken up a hunting patrol in the Safe Clearing today. This was similar to his old hunting days, the trees being very spaced out and providing more of an open area. But in this case, he was able to use the tree trunks to hide himself in the event that he needed it. So as he weaved among the trees, he scented the air with the rest of his senses on high alert for any movements or noises around him. He was hopeful to bring back at least something today, even if it was a tiny mouse. Any food right now would be helpful regardless of it's size.

The sudden sound of something moving about near the roots of a tree nearby made the dark tom freeze. He slowly moved his head, green eyes scanning for the source of the noise he was hearing. A small rabbit had wandered into the trees, digging at the roots for some food it probably had left here. The tom smirked, rabbits were a common prey for the former cats of Lightningclan so he was ready for this challenge. He slowly inches forward, keeping his belly just above the ground so he did not make any noise that the critter's ears would catch. His own ears twitched in anticipation as he grew ever closer to the animal. The rabbit lifts it's head to look around, chomping on food of some sort with it's big old teeth. Panthercall totally freezes, holding back even a single breath while the animal's head was raised. The moment it drops it's head again, he steps forward now within a couple feet of the rabbit. Without any further hesitation, Panthercall rushes at the rabbit with a sudden burst of speed. The rabbit rounds the tree trunk in an attempt to throw him off but he is fully prepared, kicking up dirt as he slides around. He rushes forward again and takes a leap, snagging the rabbit with outstretched claws. Before the critter could make it's awful cry for help, he grabs at its throat, a loud gurgling noise letting him know he succeeded. It doesn't take long for the rabbit to go limp in his mouth, allowing him to safely set it on the ground. He smirks. That was one piece of prey to take home.

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Sneaking in the pain, every truth becomes lie

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olfpaw wasn't fond of the mossy cavern that Cloverstar had chosen as the location for their new camp. It reminded him too much of Darkstar, who drowned trying to save her clanmates from the same fate. Holding back the waters long enough for him, Dawnpaw and the others to escape. Fearless, even in the face of such a terrible death. He'd been trying to suppress that feeling of loss ever since the earthquake, perhaps afraid to admit that there was a weakness within him similar to the weakness he saw in his little brother.

The best way to suppress these feelings was to throw himself into whatever duties allowed him to avoid the camp as much as physically possible. And one of the best answers to this was a hunting patrol, of course. It was strange now that he was expected to sustain himself on a diet of fish and frogs and toads. He had taken to swimming lessons quite well, confident in his own ability to overcome any obstacle or challenge. But still, NightClan had been everything to his family. To have it dissolved into whatever Cloverstar was attempting to build... It felt deeply wrong. As though Cloverstar's choices had perverted a significant part of his identity into something strange and unfamiliar.

The cat he was patrolling with was a moor cat at birth. Wolfpaw observed him, wondering if he contained the weakness of his former clanmates or if perhaps he was a formidable cat in his own right.

He watched with judging orange cats as the black tom dispatched a rabbit, shaking his head as the excellent silver mane bunched around his neck and flowed with the movement. "Haven't you been going fishing?" He asked the tom suspiciously, trotting across the open meadow towards him to sniff the rabbit. "This isn't the kind of food our great leader wants us to bring back. We eat water prey." He frowned. "Have you even tried going after a frog or a newt?" He sat down and licked a paw, extending his long white claws as he did so. He knew it was rather bold of him, questioning a full warrior before he himself had even earned his warrior name. But it bothered him that so many cats clung stubbornly to their old ways. Cats from Clans as generally weak as LightningClan, who chased rabbits out in the open fields with the wind constantly blowing in their ears, should especially be forced to learn how to evolve and change to the new territory in which they chose to dwell.

I won't trust myself once I hear your call

WOLFPAW

Progeny of MistClan
^He/him

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