Hunting

[silverpool]

A rusle in the bushes put everything into a motion. The sound got louder and the russling gor more voilent. A squirrel dodged for safety, a silver tabby she-cat jumped out not long after it. She grabbed its tail and killed it swiftly. "Thats my first catch of the day!" She mewed to herself and began to burry her prey.

[silentstar]

A bright red tom strutted about the forest, his head held high and his emerald eyes glowing with mirth. Perhaps the only thing that can be said for Forestfire is that he was always a joyful cat. Well, almost. Sunlight dappled the forest floor, flecking his pelt with its small white spots. His steps seemed to be keeping time with the bird's singing, an air of insufferable vanity eminating from him. He stopped dead in his tracks, his ears twitching as he heard a rustling in the leaves. Food! It was one of the things Forestfire loved best, the old glutton. Probably the reason Green-leaf and New-leaf were his two favorite seasons.

He dropped into a parcticed hunters' crouch, creeping towards the noise. Alas! As he was about to leap another cat beat him to it, she the one with the squirrel dangling from her mouth. Too irritated by the loss of a meal to pay attention to who he was speaking to he grumbled, "Bad form! Bloody bad form, old chap! Robbing a hungry cat of his meal!" A shadow flitted briefly across his face as his eyes remained fixed on the prey in Silverpool's mouth.

Slowly, he raised his eyes to look at who had taken the catch that was rightfully his. His jaw dropped. It was a she-cat... They were the only thing Forestfire loved more than food, the faithless old flirt. He lowered his head, blurting out, "Forgive me m'lady. Didn't realize who I was speaking to." With careful, flirtatious courtesy he asked, "And what might a fair young dame such as yourself be doing out on this beautiful morning?"

[silverpool]

After the silver tabby she-cat burried her squirrel she looked up to see Forestfire. "Hunting." She answered while she finished burrying the prey. Silverpool looked at him. "You were talking to me, right?" She sat down.

[silentstar]

Forestfire was irritated by Silverpool's indifference to him. He didn't like having to work to get a she-cat to like him, he was far, far too lazy. Nevertheless, the species seemed quite scarce at present. He had better stick to this one until he found someone else. But, honestly, she could have given him a better answer than "hunting"! Now he had absolutely nothing to work with! His glanced briefly at her, trying to find something to comment on. Eyes, pelt, anything to break the silence!

Slowly he began, "Y'know, m'gel, I've been partial t' stripes. Make a cat look like a tiger, makes her look more powerful." He inwardly rolled his eyes at the tactlessness of his comment. An experienced flirt such as himself should have been able to come up with something a bit better than commenting on a cat's markings! Though he reckoned he did better than any cat new to the art of courting a female would have! After all, they weren't usually difficult. There had even been a few who'd given up their hearts at the mere sight of him. Though, with his ever-growing belly, those days would probably come to an end soon.

[silverpool]

The silver she-cat smiled. "Thanks. The only thing that is keeping me from loking like a tiger is the silver of my pelt and my size!" She laughed. Silverpool rose to her paws and sat next to him. She met his eyes and blushed a little.

[firestorm]

A orange tom stalked through the bushes scenting for prey. He smelled a vole nearby. He creeped closer and closer until he was a tail-length away. He waited until the time was right and pounced. The vole tried to scramble away but it was too late. He purred with happiness. Well I better get back to camp. Its getting late. Firestorm thought. Firestorm grabbed his other catches and headed home.

[Stealth [Icy]]

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The seal point tabby Birman stalked slowly. He wasn't a great hunter, but he enjoyed do it. The mouse was nibbling on a nut a the base of the tree. Will be my first catch of the day... He thought, licking his maw. He inched close, all the weight in his haunches, his muscles tense for when he would pounce on the mouse, killing it with his powerful claws.

So far was good, the mouse hadn't seen him. He grinned. He was ready to leap now, a mouse-length away-- perfect. He flexed his claw, and felt them was with the dirt. He sprang. My first catch of the day... He thought with a smile, looking down at the limp mouse. He picked it up, walked over to a tree, dug a bit, then place the mouse in the hole. this told other to keep away.

He took in the warm new-leaf air. He could tell his Clanm-mates were nearby, he could smell it. He looked around, trying to find a cats figure. The scent slowly washed away. The sun was settting.