08-13-2018, 10:18 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px;font-size: 10pt;text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"]The day had been a young one when Fernheart had first set out on a hunting patrol. Although the clan's numbers weren't as grand as they had once been, that didn't mean a warrior such as she was given any reason to slack off. Especially considering the recent disappearance of Stonestar and the fact that all searches had turned up without any trace of the former leader. If anything, his presumed permanent absence gave the molly even more of a reason to work harder in hopes that she might be promoted to deputy. After all, the thought of one day becoming Fernstar had been a dream of hers since kithood.
Drifting beneath the leaves with the grace of a gentle breeze, Fernheart scented the air in hopes of catching the lingering trace of some miserable piece of prey. She didn't expect much considering that she had already caught a squirrel and a sparrow, but it was always appreciated if she brought back something extra. The greenleaf heat had not yet set upon her and even if it did, the short-furred female wouldn't care much for it, especially considering the shade provided by the many trees that blanketed her clan's territory. As she prowled the forest floor, Fernheart finally smelled something fresh.
Carefully following the trail left behind by the prey item, the green-eyed warrior paid extra attention to where she placed her feet. She had noticed that recently the territory had been drier than usual and that prey was a tad scarcer as a result and didn't want to scare off the possible food. Perhaps she should report it to Aloestar, just to be safe. Shaking the thought from her mind, the pale-colored molly focused once again on the task at hand: providing for her clan. If she couldn't do that well, how could she ever achieve her dreams?
Eventually coming across the source of the lovely scent, she stared intently from the bushes at the somewhat plump shrew scrabbling around a tree's roots. Her tail swayed in anticipation before the molly lept through the air and pounced upon the rodent, quickly ending its life and sending a prayer to StarClan before she picked up the warm body and continued on her way. She figured three pieces of prey was plenty enough, especially considering the squirrel was rather large. She dug up her catches from earlier, holding each by their tails as she continued on her way toward ThunderClan's camp.
Making her way through the entrance, the molly dropped her catches in the freshkill pile. She had eaten one of the older catches before she had left before dawn and now that the sun was halfway toward sunhigh. She contemplating going to Aloestar with word of the minor dry spell but figured it would be best to wait until the leader had risen from her den to bring up the disturbance. So, for the moment, Fernheart sunned near the freshkill pile, her mint eyes half-lidded as she surveyed ThunderClan's oddly quiet camp.
Drifting beneath the leaves with the grace of a gentle breeze, Fernheart scented the air in hopes of catching the lingering trace of some miserable piece of prey. She didn't expect much considering that she had already caught a squirrel and a sparrow, but it was always appreciated if she brought back something extra. The greenleaf heat had not yet set upon her and even if it did, the short-furred female wouldn't care much for it, especially considering the shade provided by the many trees that blanketed her clan's territory. As she prowled the forest floor, Fernheart finally smelled something fresh.
Carefully following the trail left behind by the prey item, the green-eyed warrior paid extra attention to where she placed her feet. She had noticed that recently the territory had been drier than usual and that prey was a tad scarcer as a result and didn't want to scare off the possible food. Perhaps she should report it to Aloestar, just to be safe. Shaking the thought from her mind, the pale-colored molly focused once again on the task at hand: providing for her clan. If she couldn't do that well, how could she ever achieve her dreams?
Eventually coming across the source of the lovely scent, she stared intently from the bushes at the somewhat plump shrew scrabbling around a tree's roots. Her tail swayed in anticipation before the molly lept through the air and pounced upon the rodent, quickly ending its life and sending a prayer to StarClan before she picked up the warm body and continued on her way. She figured three pieces of prey was plenty enough, especially considering the squirrel was rather large. She dug up her catches from earlier, holding each by their tails as she continued on her way toward ThunderClan's camp.
Making her way through the entrance, the molly dropped her catches in the freshkill pile. She had eaten one of the older catches before she had left before dawn and now that the sun was halfway toward sunhigh. She contemplating going to Aloestar with word of the minor dry spell but figured it would be best to wait until the leader had risen from her den to bring up the disturbance. So, for the moment, Fernheart sunned near the freshkill pile, her mint eyes half-lidded as she surveyed ThunderClan's oddly quiet camp.
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