Hunting Patrol with Flarepaw.., Mice mice mice!

[Dappley's Mafia]

Sandpaw stalked into the barn silently, the she-cat her old chipper self. She scanned the barn, seeing a few mice here and there. What stupid little rodents! The oddly hued she-cat sat down at the entrance, awaiting for Flarepaw to catch up.

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(Wow, I definately did not see this. xD Hold on a minute.)

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Flarepaw had taken a slacker pace as she entered the barn and padded up to Sandpaw, where she sat down, breathing in the musky scents of the barn that she had grown familiar with. She came inside of this place alot, especially with hunting patrols, because of the surplus number of mice that was growing every day. She crouched instinctively, scenting one close to her. Her bright blue eyes scanned the area, and picked up a rather plump mouse nibbling on a seed several foxtail-lengths from her paw. Her eyes narrowed and she shifted her body slightly, but sadly, the mouse noticed her. It froze, terrorfied. Flarepaw went ahead and pounced onto it, trapping it onto the floor with her paw. She bit its neck gently and it died, scared, but it was a quick and easy death. All the same, she felt a little bad for it. What if the mouse had had a family? Or was someone's mate? Or- Oh, this was getting crazy, she thought to herself as she looked down at the dead prey she was holding in her paw. She picked the warm body up in her mouth and carried it back over to Sandpaw and then placed it nearby.

"This will be our hunting pile." She announced to her friend, a grin on her face as she returned to her oddly-pelted friend and sat down once more, swiping her paw over her ear once out of routine, her eyes and nose all the while in radar-mode, searching and sniffing out the mice nearby. This is where Flarepaw came alive, in hunting, not in fighting. She was a good fighter, but hated causing pain to another cat. Hunting was better. Sure, you killed way more often, but it was to an animal that would feed their Clan. And she thought that StarClan gave prey to RiverClan, like a mother robin gives worms to her kids. Only their food was more tasty, in delicious voles and squirrels and mice, not chewed up worms.

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Talonpaw poked her tan head in. "May I join?" she asked in her soft voice. Her wide hazel eyes shifted to look at the mice attempting to burrow away. Her magnificent hunting skills allowed her to crack a paw at it and kill it, barely looking. She put it the small pile and waited, long brown tail swishing from side to side.

[Dappley's Mafia]

"Sure, Talonpaw!" Sandpaw said, dropping into a crouch. A few fox-lengths away, a juicy mouse sat, nibbling on a strand of hay. The oddly-pelted she-cat crept forward silently, the mouse still ignorant to the predator's presence. Sandpaw wiggled abit, situating herself into a better position. Once into an accurate crouch, the she-cat pounced, hopefully landing on the tasty morsel. She hadn't leapt far enough. The mouse immediately scuttled away, to it's home, a hole, at the bottom of the wall. Sandpaw shot up, scampering after the juicy, succulant prey. Now, she was chasing it like she had never hunted. This chase continued, until they reached the wall. The mouse squeezed in, Sandpaw reaching her paw in after it. Her claws latched onto it's fur, but she bumped her head in the attempt. She pulled the struggling mouse out of the hole, pinning it to the ground. Sandpaw bit into it swiftly, the prey loosing it's life quickly. She picked it up in her sharp teeth, carrying it over to the small fresh-kill pile. She dropped into a crouch once more afterward, to get some more prey, though she had a headache.

[.:Iceheart's.Minions:.]

((er... Talonpile? x_x))

[Dappley's Mafia]

((whoops.. lol. I modified it.))

[.:Iceheart's.Minions:.]

The young apprentice nodded with content and swished her long reddish-brown tail as she went into the hunting crouch. Her darkly-rimmed hazel eyes narrowed with focus as she spotted a young, fat mouse, growing plump on hay. Tan fur riplling as her muscles moved smoothly, she leapt onto it, brown ears flattened and sharp teeth bared, and landed on it, killing it with a swift bite. She buried it in a pile of dirt and shook her head to clear away the dirt that had fallen from the rafters.I wonder if I look wierd; I'm a pacifist but I hunt like Bushshadow! she thought, remembering the slim reddish-brown tom. He was an ancient cat, a legend in RiverClan. He supposedly caught a thousand mice went he went out hunting, a long ways before he became a spike in the five great points of StarClan.

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(Lol. Talonpile. That sounds like a bad word. XD)

[.:Iceheart's.Minions:.]

((O_o it just sounds odd to me...))

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Flarepaw smiled, greeting her friend, then went on hunting in silence. After a few minutes and several mice, she blinked, surprised at how quiet everyone was being. "Hey, why the stillness?" The tender she-cat asked, sitting up, her head tilted slightly. The calico fur on her body shone in the faint light coming in through the broken rafters, but still her blue eyes sparkled like the river on a still leafbare's day. Flarepaw was a pretty she-cat, but mostly her beauty came from within. She was gentle-hearted and softspoken at times, and she cared nothing more then watching her friends be happy.

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Talonpaw shrugged. She was the quiet type anyway. She looked around; all the mice had started to flee, leaving only a few behind. She caught three of them and put them in the pile. "Should we stop? We'll have to burrow through the hay to get to the rest."

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Flarepaw nodded. "Yes, we're almost done." She said, pouncing on a small mouse nearby and then on a larger one. She deposited them in her pile. Around five mice from her, she thought with satisfaction and a grin on her face. She was getting better at hunting, even though she'd only recently been made an Apprentice. And Talonpaw as well was the youngest of the group.

[.:Iceheart's.Minions:.]

Talonpaw, who had caught around seven mice, took three in her jaws and muttered through the fur; "Look's like we'll have to make a few return trips."

[Dappley's Mafia]

Sandpaw had been concentrating on hunting as those two chatter-boxes (lol, opposite) talked, but to no avail. She had only contributed 4 mice, though their catched altogether was a lot.