Time To Hunt (closed)

[Puddlesdog]

@wildpelt
Duckstrike woke with a pounding in his chest, scared to death the tom leaped up and opened his eyes, he was safely in the warriors den, warriors den. Taking deep breathes he arched his back slowly trying to stretch with no stress. "Oh boy is it bright." He mumbled as the fuzziness of his day dream shifted off. Standing fully he stepped outside into the activity of the camp. "What to do.." He mumbled to himself casting a glance at the prey pile, it was empty. He sighed almost in anger, hunting was not what he known for, more like embarressed for. Shaking his head he looked around trying to catch the eyes of any one who would come over here and hunt.

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OOC: Sorry it took me so long to respond my computer crashed.

Emberpelt opened one eye. There was some commotion in the den. It was some tom. Well I might as well get up. She sighed and pulled herself to her feet. After walking outside of the den she stretched and saw a tom standing there looking around. It had been the one who had woken her up this morning. She trotted over, "Hey! What happened to you?" She questioned his odd expression. He looked a little frustrated, but also just kind of tired. She glanced over at the fresh-kill pile to see that it was empty. "Mouse-dung," She muttered half to herself. She turned back to the tom, "So there is no food here, and you clearly have nothing to do but stand around. How about we go do some hunting." It wasn't really that much of a question.

[Puddlesdog]

Duckstrike was surprised when the she cat walked up, "Just a nightmare." He responded casually. The gray tom looked at the she cat who spoke, it was Emberpelt. He knw he but not very well, everyone talked about her but he had never talked to her. He noticed how she looked into his face and he tried to drop his expression. "What?" He said in question to the she cats 'mouse dung.' Oh, he also noticed how he was standing in front of the warrior den staring at the fresh kill pile. "Thank you for pointing that out, now I was just thinking about that and-" his words faltered, he didn't need to search for a cat any more. "Of course I' ll go, I won't just stand here with my rump on the ground doing nothin' you know." He said with a joking tone to his voice. "Let's go then!" And with that he set off towards the camp entrance.

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Emberpelt followed Duckstrike out of the camp. It was a good morning for hunting, and the sun was in the right direction for hunting fish. Now their shadows wouldn't hang over the edge. "Come on Duckstrike the fish are over here." She walked off without the tom towards the water.

She looked back at Duckstrike. She vaugly reconized him from around the camp, but she had never talked to him. She had never talked to really anyone. Okay there was Cinderpaw and Fangstrike, but other than that. She was pretty a much loner that just lived in the clan.

[Puddlesdog]

Duckstrike realized he was wondering in the opposite side of the river. "Oh uhh.. Sorry." He bounded after the she cat. He slowed his pace while pondering over how he should act and fish. Swaying his tail he stopped in front of the water. "Emberpelt, do you want to take the first dive?" He asked as he knew it was always polite to let's he cats go first. Racking his brain for more kind words and manners he tried to focus his green eyes on the she cat. How long did it take for them to respond?
@wildpelt

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"Thank you," Emberpelt pelt meowed gruffly. She brushed past him and headed into the water. She saw that Duckstrike was just being poliete. it was nice that manners still survived in this world. When she was a loner no one was ever polite. All they did was bit and hiss at her.

[Puddlesdog]

Duckstrike stepped back quite surprised when the she cat pushed past him. He shook it off remembering the ruff time she had gone through. "Okay, I am following." And dove in after her opened his eyes to see a school of fish. Aha! He unsheathed his claws and stabbed the fish he amied for and kept it stuck in his claws. As he poped above the water climbed out his swirled pelt soggy and sagging. Looking at the dead fish he sheathed his claws and it fell off. While he knew this was probably the wrong way to fish it was his way and that's what counted. He dove in again and looked at Emberpelt, "Hello!" He meowed happily before going for another fish.
@wildpelt sorry for the late reply! My phone died in the middle of this reply and I had to rewrite it

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OOC: That is alright! It happens to everyone.

Emberpelt frowned a little. Though she was very amused. This tom was just like a big kit! "Hello to you too." She laughed. She noticed a fish swimming away from her, and she dove after it. Biting into it she pulled it out of the water and flung it onto the land. "Hah! Stupid fish! How can something so dumb live so long?" Her idea of a joke. She wasn't the best at making cats laugh. The only cats she had ever been able to make laugh were Sparrow, Rain, and Ellie. Ellie...

[Puddlesdog]

Duckstrike was happy to amuse her even though she frowned he could see the twinkle in her eyes. As he hooked a fish in his claws he climbed out of the water and heard the she cats joke and his own lips curved into a smile. "HAHA!" He laughed quite loudly but it was a true laugh. The tom was easy to make laugh and boy was this one a hit. "Ha. Fish are like all prey, so deffenseless and probably don't even last a moon! Stupid stupid stupid!!" He was practitly rolling with laughter. Finally he stopped and went serious, "So now do ya want to do?" He was starting to warm up to this she cat, because she taught him a new sense of humor.
@wildpelt xD

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Emberpelt looked at him. He laughed quite loud. She laughed a little. "Um okay..." He was odd, but not in a bad way. "Well I guess we can head back to the camp..." She didn't really want to go back there. No one liked her. She always sat alone watching other cat share tongues and chat and eat together. While she just sat awkwardly in a corner. Watching them with jealousy burning in her eyes.

[Puddlesdog]

The tom looked at her happily, then he frowned which was peculiar for such a happy tom. "No we don't have to if you don't want ." This sentence was firm when he saw her sadden, common signs. He flicked his tail in the camps direction, "No, you honestly don't. We can patrol the borders, sit here and joke, fish more, race! but I don't care as long as it depends on your wanting." He had a hint of steel in his voice. While he was funny he hated to see cats sad or hurt. His emerald orbs gazed into her eyes.
@wildpelt

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Emberpelt smiled a little though it was more like a smirk. " A race... I bet I could beat you too the abandoned two-leg nest." She purred coolly. She was teasing. This tom was probably faster than her, even though she was a very fast cat. She was just baiting him. "I bet you can't beat me." She teased.

[Puddlesdog]

"Oh really?" Duckstrike commented with a smirk on his own face. "Ready, set, go!" The tom blasted off towards the empty nest his legs pumping underneath his body. Go go go! Was the chanting inside his head. With his head down he felt the wind buffeting his fur. He skidded to a halt when he reached the den. He was panting and his eyes were wide. "How was that for running! Pretty sure U was faster then the wind." He meowed to her as he turned around.
@wildpelt

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Emberpelt sprinted after Duckstrike. Her heart was racing with excitement. She wanted to win. She was shoulder to shoulder to him now. Duckstrike speed up and zoomed past her. She was right on his tail when they reached the den. "Good job. You're faster than I expected. Especially for a tom." She teased.

[Puddlesdog]

Duckstrike felt his chest heave in a pant and he let his breath out as he turned and saw Emberpelt. "Tha-nk." He paused drawing a sharp breath. "Thank you, you are also faster then most cats I meet." He tried to match her compliment with some success. "Shall we see of any mice are around? To dumb to run away?" He remembered her sense of humor and he smiled at her. His emerald eyes glanced back at the den his heart pounding, perhaps he could hunt just one land animal? Not with out her going along he thought firmly as he turned back to Emberpelt.
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