I'll Convince Ya Chivalry Ain't Dead [Russethawk/Ashflight] Jul 14, 2018 0:59:24 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jul 14, 2018 0:59:24 GMT -5
Leafbare y5, Day 19: Snow covers the valley, but the skies are clear and blue, the temperature chilly but not unbearable. Despite the snow, it is a decent day for hunting.
329 Words || ZenekaLeaf-fall felt long gone. Chunks of snow floated on the surface of the camp stream, and collected on his whiskers when he stopped to lap at the water. It was more muddled with winter than the great river that flowed through the valley, and he was grateful he wasn't crouched on the cold, muddy banks, trying to catch fish.
Instead, the ruddy warrior, his coat showing bright against the browns and grays of a forest in leafbare, was hunting land prey. It was touch-and-go, but he didn't give up easily; not when there were mouths to feed (like Lotuswhisker's brood and Lilystream's two young kits). Triumphant, Russethawk sent a grinning, grateful prayer up into the snow-swirled sky for the piece of fresh kill now trapped between his paws.
It was a male cardinal, with striking red plummage and enough meat on it to make for a few full kit bellies. His pride took a hit, as Russethawk realized he wouldn't be able to bring the fresh kill right to Ashflight like he'd initially planned. It needed to go to the elders' den and nursery instead. Russethawk looked down at the dead bird, reluctant to bring it back to camp - and feeling bad for that reluctance.
When had a she-cat's opinion suddenly mean more to him than taking care of the Clan? I know when, Russethawk realized with a soft squeeze of his heart. When they went into the mountains, and he managed to epically catch a snail instead of a thrush. Sitting beside her on the rocky slope, in a fresh environment with a cat he found himself enamored with... Yes, that was when.
Russethawk scooped up a pawful of snow and generously rubbed it onto his face - trying to get himself to snap out of all these distracting lovesick thoughts. Get a grip, Russethawk. Just show her the feathers and bring the prey back! Simple, right? Or it should have been.
Jeez... He pictured her appearing out of the snowy woods, smelling like the mountain air and with a no-doubt impressive catch of her own. Would she care, that he'd been practicing how to catch birds? Would she be at least a little impressed with the result? Or did he have to work harder, to catch the attention of someone like Ashflight?
StarClan, he was overthinking this.
As if he could muffle the cacophony of thoughts filling up his skull, Russethawk took a rabbitlength of a step from the cardinal, and abruptly stuck his face into a snowbank. Maybe a little brain-freeze would finally give him some peace!