Walk The Right Way (CLOSED)

{ Spottedfawn | Medicine Cat | RiverClan }

A low-spoken, quiet curse was muttered from behind the bush, and a rather rumpled-looking she-cat dragged herself free of it with a short hiss. "Fox dung," Spottedfawn sighed, narrowing her pale eyes at it and frowning. So much for easy pickings...the berries had looked simple enough to grab, but very quickly the young medicine cat had tangled herself up in the sharp branches with her thick, fiery fur. She shook out her pelt- now tangled with burrs- and stomped away bad-temperately, though she wasn't stupid enough to go back for another round.

Having found a knobby tree root jutting up from the ground to sit upon, Spottedfawn sank down on her haunches and began to meticulously pluck away the trapped bits of branches and thorns. It just wouldn't do, walking around appearing as if she'd just had a fight with a thorn bush. That was embarrassing...not to mention she hadn't even gotten away with any of those dark berries. They intrigued her, and she wondered what exactly they did. Such a lovely purple color...but those leaves! Well, she might try again later, when the scratches on her paws had healed over. It shouldn't take very long, at least. Perhaps she could-

but what was that? Spottedfawn's eyes lit up when they sought out the creator of the soft scuffling sounds her good ear had just picked up- the dusky-brown body of a mouse, carefully wriggling between a crooked root towards a cracked walnut. Prey! Oh, she'd show everyone- she still had that strong warrior's spirit. Spottedfawn could feel it, beating alongside her heart, and she broke into a wide smile before dropping into what she believed to be a correct hunter's crouch. It had been so long...but that didn't matter. What did was the prey her eyes were focused on entirely. One step forwards, two steps now- no!

The crack of a twig sent the mouse skittering away in panic, and Spottedfawn threw herself after it with a desperate gasp. There came a squeak- not from her prey, but from the mighty huntress herself- as Spottedfawn crashed against the tree and the mouse dropped away to safety.

Fox dung.

|| Fenthistle | Deputy | RiverClan ||

Gaze roamed the forest, searching for the prey that hid beneath the foliage and roots of the entwining trees. Quietness was key; and the Deputy of RiverClan knew this. She wasn’t an ace hunter, and she doubted she ever would be. Growing up how she did lent it to be rather useless to know how hunt. Barely a day in her old life was spent where she would not have prey brought to her. All of her mother’s efforts had gone to waste.

Leaping forward, claws outstretched in a straining attempt. Fenthistle had known she had to be quick, and her paws landed on their target. Feathers spun through the air as the blackbird was quickly laid to rest and a silent thanks to StarClan rose from the she-cat’s lips. Deftly burying the prey, Fenthistle continued her search. She preferred hunting alone rather than in parties; it allowed her to focus on the hunt rather than feeling her skin itch at the proximity of her clan members beside her.

Twitching her ears at the scuffle of tiny paws, the RiverClan cat approached slowly; smooth paws gliding over the loam like feathers over air. Her nose picked up the scent of another RiverClan cat, and upon closer inspection she realized it was Spottedfawn, the medicine cat. Must be collecting herbs. Crouching low, she knew she couldn’t see the mouse, but the scent lingered in her mouth and the she-cat could practically taste it.

Before she could twitch a muscle, a snap of a twig sent to mouse scampering back to the safety of enclosed roots. Lifting her head high, Fenthistle peered over the leaves and spotted Spottedfawn. Closer than I thought, and a rookie mistake too. With her focus being on the mouse, Fenthistle had failed to realize that Spottedfawn only stood a couple fox-lengths from her, and had been stalking the same mouse.

Striding forward, the Deputy felt her skin itch precariously, but she knew as deputy she should confront and help Spottedfawn if she wished to learn. Hunting was useful to any cat, and the medicine cat seemed rusty.

Giving a small dip of her head, she smiled. ”Having some troubles there? You look like you could use some help,” her voice level and calm, almost straining to keep it relaxed.