*Searching for prey*

[siberiantiger]

Brightflame crept forward. This time she would not mess up. She would not scare away all the prey. She trotted over to the edge of the Drop and peered down into the territory beyond. She breathed in the scents and caught the faint scent of mouse. She smiled. Maybe they would find some food after all. "Brokensoul?" she mewed, "you coming?" she called down the hill toward her compagnion.

[keestaa..]

A brown tabby appeared behind Brightflame with his usual, emotionless face. In his jaws he carried a mouse and a vole. The catch was extremely disappointing but they were trying to get all they could to feed their Clan. With a sigh he dropped the prey in an interesting shaded bush and looked back at Brightflame. "Yes I am here,"he meowed quietly and opened his maw to smell the air. Mouse, mouse, and, what was that? Thrush maybe? Yes. There was bird here. He smiled at Brightflame for a moment and began to search.

[siberiantiger]

Brightflame smiled slightly when she heard Brokensoul's reply. She shook her head, and went to work; searching for prey. don't mess up she told herself. She scented a vole nearby. She heard it's tiny paws scrabbling at the earth, and her ears pricked. She looked around and spotted it by a bush. She dropped to a croutch and crept up on it on silent paws. The vole never noticed her. Brightflame pounced, landing on the vole. She bit it once, and it was dead. She looked it over. good. she thought, At least this one has meat on it she joked. She scraped some earth over it, then went to find more prey.

[keestaa..]

Brokensoul didn't watch Brightflame, he was too busy tracking that thrush that he had smelled before. He was sitting on a bramble bush not too far away from where Brokensoul crouched. It would be hard and he probably won't catch it be he could at least try. He didn't know about the thorns on the bush and sprang. He missed and fell through the bush. He let out a screech as he fell through and thorns dug into his flesh. With a grunt, he managed to stand and limp back to a soft patch of grass, where he sat and began to pick the throns from his pelt.

[siberiantiger]

Brightflames heart skipped a beat when she heard Brokensoul's screetch. She left her vole, and ran toward the tom. "What's wrong?" she gasped. She noted the thorns in his fur and grimiced. Those looked painful. She noted the thornbush close by. She looked at him with sympathy. "Do you want any help?" she offered. She expected him to deny, but it was the least she could do.

[keestaa..]

There were so many thorns to get! Some were in his paws which made him unable to walk on them well. Sighing, he shook his head and picked picked a few from his paws. Blood splattered all over his pelt but he ignored the smell and the feeling of the peircing pain and continued to pick every last one. Finally, he shook his pelt and began to groom the blood from it.

[siberiantiger]

Brightflame watched as he tried to clean the blood. Her tail lashed in worry. Brokensoul would have to go see the medicine cat after this. "I'll gather the prey." she mewed. "I'll be right back. Then we'll go see the medicine cat." she bounded off. She did not want to leave him. She found her vole, and the prey from before. She raced back to Brokensoul. "Come on," she mewed. "Let's go."

[keestaa..]

Brokensoul shook his head and stared at Brightflame for a long moment. "I'm fine,"he meowed and went back to grooming the blood soken pelt. He hissed slightly as he accidentaly pushed a thorn even farther into his skin. He winced at the pain then looked up at Brightflame. "They are just thorns,"he growled.

[siberiantiger]

"Are you sure?" Brightflame mewed uncertainly. "We could stay and hunt a bit more if you're sure you're okay." Her ears twitched as she waited. The wind started again, and ruffled her ginger fur. Brightflame shook herself. She looked at Brokensoul expectantly.

[keestaa..]

Brokensoul had pushed the thorn so deep that he couldn't get it out. With a grunt, he shook his head and muttered,"I'm fine." His voice was stirn but he was angry. Angry at himself for being so stupid. Most of the thorns just rested on his fur and where easy to lick out. Soon, after many times to try, all the thorns where out, that he could tell, except for the one that he pushed in too far. That one was also bleeding. The others weren't. With a sigh the tabby shook himself again and stood. "Let's hunt some more,"he meowed a little lighter but his eyes were still full of anger for being so stupid.

[siberiantiger]

"Okay," mewed Brightflame. She pushed the prey she had gathered under a bush, then set off to hunt again. The wind buffeted her ginger fur. She smiled. Her and Brokensould were always getting into trouble like that. Like before when she had fallen in the rabbit hole. She shook her head, while smiling. She trotted on. Now where is the prey around here? Brightflame wondered. Her eyes flashed back and forth. Her ears were pricked, and her mouth open to drink in the scents. Finally, the scent of vole came to her. She looked around to see where it was.

[keestaa..]

Brokensoul watched her go for a second but then went back to searching for prey. He sighed, stood, and stretched for a long time. He then yawned and smelled the air for prey. He smelled squirrel and mouse but the squirrel was in a tree above his head. No use of killing himself. The mouse stood under the tree, eating something. Brokensoul, painfully, crouched and stalked the mouse. He pounced and killed the mouse in an instant. Smiling to himself, he threw it in a bush. Even if he had fallen into a thorn bush, he could still hunt.

[siberiantiger]

Brightflame heard the faint scruffling of paws on the ground. She whipped her head around, to see the vole; crouched on the ground. She dropped into a crouch. Don't mess it up she told herself again. do it quickly. She stalked forward quietly. The vole never noticed her. She pounced. She landed on the vole, and killed it with one bit to it's neck. She looked down at her kill. It was thin. But better than the mouse she had caught on Tall Hill... She scraped some earth over it. She would find it later.

[keestaa..]

ooc; What to have something exciting happen? Gettin' kind of bored. I was thinking fox.

[siberiantiger]

(ooc. okay! yeah, I was too! )

Brightflame padded on. Hunting had gone really well so far. The Clan would be glad. She opened her mouth to drink in the scents again. A faint scent came to her. At first, the WindClan warrior thought it was rabbit. She licked her licks and looked around happily. She hadn't had a rabbit in a while. She padded forward a few steps. Where are you? she wondered. She opened her mouth to smell again. This time, she recognized the scent as a different animal's. Her heart began to pound. Her ginger fur bristled. She took a few paces back. Her eyes darted back and forth, keeping watch for the beast.