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Post by pookakin on Jul 29, 2014 19:53:49 GMT -5
That hunting patrol had not gone well at all.
Bluestripe didn't want to admit it, but there was a problem. For once, she wasn't worried for no reason. Prey really did seem to be dying off, if the scrawny bodies of her clanmates were any proof.
There simply had been so little to find. Four cats went out, and they came back with a mouse and a shrunken rabbit. The fresh kill pile looked even sadder and smaller than it had on some leafbare days.
Bluestripe flexed her claws, digging them into the dusty earth. She didn't know a way to solve this problem. She could send out all the patrols she wanted- that would only make her bedraggled cats even more exhausted. There wasn't anything to catch. Greenleaf was supposed to be a time of plenty, of leisure, but the tired and hungry cats around her did not reflect this.
She was thinking all this and more as she dismissed the three cats she brought with her. She thanked them for their time, then sat down to take stock of just how much prey they had on hand.
(you can write your cat/s as having been part of the hunting patrol if you'd like. they went to the mountainclan border.)
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Post by Pancakes on Jul 29, 2014 20:46:33 GMT -5
Pebblefoot padded quickly to her deputy bearing a small mouse. The elders and queens had -somehow- been fed, and Bluestripe needed to eat. Setting the mouse down in front of her, the calico managed a small smile. "H-Hey Bluestipe, you looked like you were hungry. . ." Pebblefoot's voice trailed off," I hope you don't mind me sitting here," She whispered, before settling down next to the she-cat.
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Post by sparky on Jul 30, 2014 22:22:17 GMT -5
Thrushheart grimaced as Bluestripe thanked him for his “help” with the hunting patrol. This was probably the most successful patrol they’ve had all moon, and they only had a few measly scraps of prey to show for it! It wasn’t even that they couldn’t catch anything, there just wasn’t anything to catch.
He gazed around FlameClan’s camp. The fresh kill pile was pathetically empty. It was the middle of Greenleaf and the entire clan looked like a band of rouges during Leafbare. Thrushheart could count the ribs on every cat in the hollow. Frustration began to build throughout his body, he couldn’t just sit by and watch his Clan starve! He noticed Bluestripe sitting next to Pebblefoot and started towards them, trying to mask his growing aggravation with the situation.
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Post by pookakin on Jul 31, 2014 15:17:16 GMT -5
Bluestripe started a bit as Pebblefoot approached her. "Oh, hello, Pebblefoot," she said absently. It took her a few moments to notice as Pebblefoot dropped the mouse at her paws.
"No, I don't mind." She answered, eyeing the mouse. She was very hungry, but had a nagging feeling that someone else should have it. Still, the kits, queens and elders had all had a meal (measly scraps that they had been.) She didn't feel quite right with taking it herself, but would it even be worth offering to split?
She was about to offer to share it anyway, but spotted Thrushheart approaching. She wasn't about to split the mouse three ways. He looked pretty grumpy, and Bluestripe didn't blame him. Any cat would be frustrated after such a terrible string of hunting patrols. "Thank you for the mouse." She said, before biting into it. Hmm. It was a little dry, but it would quiet her belly. It went down easily.
"Have you had anything?" She asked. She didn't want Pebblefoot offering her food without having eaten herself. Her warriors were already starved enough.
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Post by Pancakes on Jul 31, 2014 16:09:25 GMT -5
Pebblefoot stared at the mouse with displeasure, the thought of eating made her stomach churn. "Ah, no. . . I haven't been hungry lately." She rasped, lifting a bony fore-paw so she could clean it. Pausing mid-lick she looked up to saw Thrushheart drawing near them, the look on his face made her extremely nervous, yet she couldn't find it in her to get up and move. Instead she just stared at the ground and hoped that he would leave soon.
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Post by Twilidramon on Jul 31, 2014 17:09:33 GMT -5
Firetail padded into the camp, sighing. He spotted Bluenose and the other warriors, and began heading over to them while his apprentice Redpaw took her mouse - the only thing they managed to get on their hunting trip - to the fresh-kill pile. "Bluenose," he mewed, stopping before the deputy, "sorry to interrupt - but I have something important to tell you. Redpaw and I were out hunting near the ForestClan border - there seems to be more prey near that way... but we scented ForestClan warriors in our territory. I just thought you ought to know. They didn't get far, but they crossed the border - and I scented squirrels; they must have disturbed a whole nest."
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Post by sparky on Aug 3, 2014 12:12:02 GMT -5
Thrushheart stared at Firetail in disbelief. They chased away an entire nest of squirrels! He kneaded the ground as he looked towards Bluestripe, waiting to see her reaction. She couldn't let them get away with this!
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Post by pookakin on Aug 3, 2014 17:38:12 GMT -5
Bluestripe sniffed doubtfully at Pebblefoot's response, but didn't push the issue with others around. She'd find something for her to eat later, and hopefully impress upon her that she needed to eat just as much as any other cat.
She lifted her head as Firetail approached. "Yes? It's fine," she said to him, then was silent as he explained what had happened. Prickling, hot frustration built in her chest as he mentioned the ForestClan warriors. The fox-hearts! They would be rolling in prey in this season, what did they need to be making forays in FlameClan territory for?
"You did right bringing this to me. I'm going to let Buzzardstar know immediately," she said, giving Firetail a respectful nod.
Rising to her paws, she adressed the cats near her. "The gathering is approaching... ForestClan will be answering for their transgression." Her tone was uncomfortably dangerous, but she didn't care. Her claws flexed. She was trying to keep cool, but she felt angry enough to tear down the forest.
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Post by Twilidramon on Aug 3, 2014 19:34:41 GMT -5
Firetail couldn't help but let himself be taken up by his anger at ForestClan. He looked up, towards the nursery. He knew there were little kits in there - not as hungry as warriors, but still hungry. He flattened his ears.
"I hope Buzzardstar does something," he admitted. "ForestClan is no doubt fat off of their prey while our kits are just barely making it through the day with a single meal. Doesn't seem fair at all. Those squirrels could have fed all of us."
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Post by sparky on Aug 3, 2014 22:12:30 GMT -5
Thrushheart gazed at his deputy in shock. His ears flattened and his pelt began to bristle.
"That's it?" Thrusheart question, barely able to keep himself from snarling at her. "We're just going to sit back and let ForestClan take our prey? The Gathering's days away!"
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