Caught Red-Pawed [Prey-Stealing] Jun 7, 2013 20:59:06 GMT -5
Post by Fate of Five Admin on Jun 7, 2013 20:59:06 GMT -5
If any Clan was to get away with preystealing, it would be NightClan. Masters of stealth, cloaked in shadows, far fewer patrols sent into TreeClan territory came back with wounds from being caught than Ravenstar had anticipated. She chided herself for clearly underestimating her Clanmates. Not that any NightClanner feared fighting those pathetic, bleeding-heart TreeClanners, but the point was to bring back extra prey for the Clan, not get into some pointless skirmish.
Her plumed tail flicked behind her as she slipped over the border and into enemy territory, motioning her small patrol to follow, Blackwolf and Grimjaw. She did not look back to make sure they obeyed, she knew they would. Her thoughts turned briefly toward the owners of the territory they now trespassed upon. NightClan had been stealing prey from TreeClan for moons now and other than the increased patrols on TreeClan’s part that her warriors had reported to her, meaning more of her cats were getting caught across the border, Lionstar didn’t seem to be doing too much about it.
Her lip curled in disgust. He sure looked every bit the leader, all… noble and… tall…. But his lack of reaction to NightClan’s preystealing was just making him look like a weak, pathetic fool. But then that’s about what Ravenstar thought of the whole of TreeClan so it didn’t make much of a difference in the end. She paused, scenting the air and wrinkling her nose at the TreeClan stench that pervaded the area. Ducking under a low-hanging bush, even by Ravenstar’s standards, she found herself in a small clearing, only a few tail-length’s across, and stopped. The scent of mouse was strong here and she crouched, still half under the bush, flicking her tail behind her to let the others know she had found prey if they were still following and hadn’t yet found their own.
Her ears perked forward and she focused on the mouse scent, trying to pinpoint its location. She spotted it scrabbling among tree roots across the clearing, searching for seeds probably, and crept toward it, each paw placed light as a feather upon the ground, slowly moving closer, keeping to the edges of the clearing and the shadows the undergrowth provided. Finally she drew close enough to pounce and it was over in an instant. She padded back the way she’d come with the mouse dangling from her jaws, triumphant. She dropped the mouse in a dip at the base of a tree and turned back to check on the others, remaining quiet so she wouldn’t disturb their hunting, nor alert any nearby enemy to their presence.