Thrill of the Kill [AsterFox Hunting] Feb 22, 2020 17:55:26 GMT -5
Post by Ginger on Feb 22, 2020 17:55:26 GMT -5
Leaf-bare 17: All bodies of water are completely iced over, even the river. Though the snow falls slowly, it is persistent. Prey tracks are quick to disappear, and scents are blanketed by the snowfall.
It had been a ... rough paw-full of days. That's the understatement of the century. TreeClan had taken a trip to the Dark Forest and back. NightClan's ambush had greatly hurt TreeClan, both physically and mentally. The morale was at an all-time low.
And for StarClan's sake, who would attack someone else in the middle of a Leaf-bare night? Foxfur's beauty sleep was already suffering due to the cold!
Foxfur didn't hold a great deal of enmity for NightClan, but it was sure starting to develop for its corrupt leader.
But it was no help for anyone, especially his own stress levels, to sit around a camp of angry cats all day. Returning the NightClan prisoners the day before almost seemed to make everyone more upset.
Therefore, Foxfur decided it was time to try to go back to normal. Help his apprentice, who had been terribly confused during the battle, to being on his way to becoming a warrior.
The sun had not even risen yet. The snow on the ground was thick yet fluffy. It was almost a pleasant day.
Foxfur stuck his head into the apprentice's den. Upon spotting Asterpaw's sleeping white form, he walked in and gently prodded the apprentice. Looking into the freshly-awoken apprentice's blue eyes, Foxfur offered a smile, then jerked his head towards the general exit of the camp. It was time to hunt.
The Somali tom slinked back out of the apprentice's den and walked to the exit of the camp. They would be heading to the Shaded Mosswood today in the hopes of finding some prey among the various nooks and crannies. Looking at the empty spot where the fresh-kill pile usually was, Foxfur gulped ever so slightly.
He hadn't eaten in two days and was getting rather grumpy. All this "prioritizing the wounded" dung had meant that he had to bring every precious and scarce kill straight to either the medicine den or the nursery.
They had to catch something. They would catch something.
Foxfur didn't even bother to wait long outside of the entrance. Asterpaw knew the drill at this point: get woken up by his mentor, follow his mentor, learn. Boom. Easy.
As the two toms made their way to the Shaded Mosswood, Foxfur let his tail run along Asterpaw's side, brushing over the slightly protruding ribcage of the young tom. Hopefully that was a sign enough that they would be looking for food.