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Post by ---GRIMMInsanity ;; on Jul 30, 2011 9:21:36 GMT -6
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The tortie she-cat was more then ready to take down prey here. It was common to find birds by this old fence, and so, that was why she had come here.
To hunt.
Why did it seem to her that whenever Emberwing left camp, it was always to go hunting? The she-cat gave an amused little sound. Well, she was one of the best hunters in the clan. Glancing down at her multi-colored paws, she pulled from them her sharp claws, staring at the curved weapons with a light tilt of her head. She carried these with pride and the thought that these would feed and protect her clan. A certain feeling of joy began to fill her orange and black chest at that simple thought. She was born to protect her clan and she would die protecting it.
A flapping of wings caught the cat's attention and she promptly fell to the ground, pressing her body down tightly, amber eyes turned upward to the bright blue skies above her. The shock of black, she spotted made her breath catch, and the want to purr was strong. It was always a fun challenge to hunt down birds, one she took up with great effort, simply for the fact of saying she could. Limber legs lay tensed under her lithe frame, breath caught and heart rate slowing, she watched as the bird perched itself upon the fence. Glancing down every so often, she made sure not disturb the wheat or scruffy grass that could give her away.
Moving closer, Emberwing felt as if she could get this one. No, she would get this one. Watching, and waiting, she watched as the bird turned it's back onto her. With a a shift of her back legs, she lept up, catching the edge of the fence. The crow shrieked into her ear and she gave an upset hiss at the sharp call it had just delivered. Scrabbling paws against the wood, she managed to pulled herself up, pouncing over the edge, claws filled with feathers. Quickly, she tried to aim a bite at it's neck, but a claw at her nose back her yowl and pull back. Pawing at it, she blinked her eyes slightly, before turned about to face it once more. Catching the sight of it trying to take off, she quickly pounced once more.
A quick bite and the bird was dead.
Her nose, on the other hand, was bleeding. Or at least, the bridge of her nose. Swiping her tongue over a paw, she quickly tried to wash it, trying to ignore the sting that she could feel. Well, it's not as if she hadn't been attacked by her prey before, though it was a first that it had gotten so close to her eyes.
Embering gave a soft sigh. She'd need to go see Finchclaw when she got back. She didn't want anything happening to the wound. Carefully, she dipped her head down, picking the bird up, and turned back to the fence. Dragging it, she dunked her head under the most bottom board, and came out on the other side.
Even with the small wound, she felt proud of her kill.
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