Post by Yoko on May 26, 2011 12:13:36 GMT -6
(Night Hunting Patrol, still open to more cats)
The night sky was a merciless black. Overhead storm clouds rolled and rumbled like massive beating hearts ready to burst at the slightest rupture. All the more reason to make the hunt swift. The cold-eyed tabby split off to the right of the Burnt Sycamore, scenting frog near its base. Even his cold emerald eyes had trouble detecting prey in this storm. He parted his jaws, breathing in darkness, and perked his ears. The throaty croak of the frog sounded and without hesitation the tabby pounced. The slippery green creature squarmed beneath his curved claws and he delivered a killing blow before it could speak again. Gripping it in his jaws he pawed up some mud and lightly buried it. On to his next victim.
O' Blessed Night, are you the sweetest piece of fresh kill that does so tease the tongue? Or the most fragile elegant snowflake to touch the nose? No, tonight you fall upon us as a disgruntled lover.Full of tears ready to crash upon our brows. Full of rage, ready to rake our ears with yowls and rake our backs with wet claws.
With his fluffy tail lifted high above the mud, Snaketail wove his way through the darkness. Unable to see much, he tread carefully, lifting his paw every time he touched a fallen twig without snapping it Lizardeye broke away from their tight trio and suddenly his right side felt cold. His brother had the right idea though. No more time to wonder at nature if they meant to keep the Clan fed. With jaws wide, he caught a scent of mouse.
At last, something warm and fuzzy!
With all the rain lately, the fresh kill pile was stacked with frogs and toads. Delectable those might be, but the furry tabby desired more variety in his daily meals. Straining his ears, he could only catch its general direction. It sounded as if it were only a tail length away. Slightly frustrated, Snaketail squinted his eyes. Catching a flicker of movement he darted forward and struck out. The mouse ran into his foreleg and wheeled around, but Snaketail's amber eyes were on its round outline. He struck down on it with a single paw and lifted the squirming creature up.
"Life's not fair is it?" he murmured, before biting its neck.
Blood boiling, Twistedclaw slunk low to the ground, not minding the mud sliding against his underbelly. He'd rather dawnm patrol over any hunting patrol on ANY day. It felt ridiculous. Out here in the dead of night, unable to see their noses before their faces, and trying to find some small rodents or frogs.
Truth be told, he was never a very skilled hunter. What made them assume he'd do better at night? He had hoped that his siblings had other reasons for choosing to do this, but both had been as silent as he was. Lizardeye and Snaketail went their own ways to find hunt. Reluctantly, Twistedclaw parted his jaws to do the same. it would be disgustingly pitiful if he returned with nothing at all. He trailed to the outskirts of the area around the Burnt Sycamore. The steady hiss of a snake caught his ear before his nose. It was probably out hunting too. How unfortunate..He smiled hungrily. Tracking the slithering creature, Twistedclaw moved in quick quiet steps. His paw brushed its side, it whipped around to bite and being unable to see it, he could only jump back and hope that it would miss. It knocked against his forepaw hard, but he didn't feel teeth sink in. Now this would be a great fight, he grinned with a rather sick chuckle.