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Post by Sunflower Pal on Sept 19, 2019 15:48:55 GMT -5
To say she was irritated would be one thing, and Hollowstep wasn’t necessarily irritated. Surprised would be a better word, though that surprise was mixed with a bit of irritation. Okay, maybe she was irritated. As of lately, the she-cat’s mind had been clouded over with memories, making concentration difficult. Hollowstep prided herself in being a good hunter, often times coming back to the clan far from empty jawed when she went on a patrol. If the clan only knew her as a good huntress, she was okay with that.
But lately, she’d been messing up. She’d be right in view of prey, right in scent just as she’d pounce so the rodents would get away. Stepping on a branch just as she was creeping up on a bird… the list went on and on with how terribly she’d been messing up. Hollowstep had just made a fool of herself with a bird, doing exactly that. Stepping on a branch and getting a facefull of wing as the bird took flight.
Unfortunately for her, bring in the mega irritation, she could smell a clan mate in the same clearing as her. “I know you saw that, you can come out.” Her blue eyes roll and she sighs, deciding to sit down and wait to be humiliated. She brings a paw to her nose, lightly rubbing the area the bird had whacked her.
"You know, I don't know a lot about hunting, but if I remember correctly, you want to catch 'em before they escape," Bearspirit drawls, padding out of the brushes that surrounded the clearing. A coy smile spreads across her features, as she sits down, tail wrapping around her paws. "Please, don't stop on my account. I'll be watching your back, just in case those nasty loners are out there again." She flexes her claws, giving Hollowstep a wink. Was it a bit too much? Sure. But she wasn't one to hold back from showing off; she'd seen Hollowstep around the camp, though always in passing. Admiring from afar wasn't new to Bearspirit, especially when the other she-cat was a huntress; her duties mainly kept her in camp, shoving prisoners into line and muttering under her breath at how tiring that job was.
"Though perhaps you need a break?" A bit of worry appears, as she becomes serious for a moment in place of teasing. "You don't look too good, you feelin' alright?" Exasperation seemed to roll off of Hollowstep and for once, it didn't seem to be caused by Bearspirit - which was a first for her if she was being honest.
Post by Sunflower Pal on Sept 19, 2019 22:49:28 GMT -5
"Wow, a prison guard knowing anything about hunting? Send me to Starclan, I must have passed on." Hollowstep feigns shock, an over dramatic gesture for the typically cold feline. She rolls her blue eyes rolls more, a huff and a sigh falling from her lips. Frankly, the she-cat seemed rather defeated. Her fur prickled with frustration and embarrassment, knowing well that the other feminine had definitely seen her get slapped by the prey that had gotten away from her. At Bearstep's next statement, a slight smile falls across her lips and she flicks one ear back. "Oh, how lucky I must be to have a brave and strong prison guard to watch me while I hunt." She stands, running her tail beneath Bearspirit's chin, before starting to pad to a new area of the territory.
"I can't take a break until I bring something back for the clan. I'm useless if I don't have anything." Hollowstep says this without an ounce of self-pity, rather as a fact of life. She genuinely believed this to be true. "I'm fine, just not on top of my game today. I seem to be constantly tripping over my own four paws." Hollowstep glances back at Bearspirit. "C'mon now, my most loyal body guard. We've spoken enough to alert every mouse in this area we're here."
A shiver ran down Bearspirit’s spine as Hollowstep brushed her chin and she cleared her throat, hiding her embarrassment with a loud cough. Usually the she-cats she flirted with thought Bearspirit was just being friendly or just ignored her. This had thrown her in for a loop. “Don’t worry, WinterClan’ll keep you even if you have an off day,” Bearspirit teased, jumping to her paws and following after Hollowstep. “I’m sure you’re the best huntress the Clan has ever seen when you’re not daydreaming – or whatever you were doing beforehand.
“I’ll just stay to the back, I’m sure my loud stopping around will alert prey from miles away.” Bearspirit stomped from left paws to right paws, waddling from side to side. She stopped and smirked at Hollowstep, her whiskers twitching in amusement. “Now try and catch some prey – I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Post by Sunflower Pal on Sept 22, 2019 21:55:39 GMT -5
Usually, Hollowstep never gave into the fact she preferred the company of other shecats— if prefer was the correct word to use there. She’d never given a tom a second glance, let alone find one interesting enough to want to spend time with one. Hollowstep was never flirtatious either, but Bearspirit didn’t do a very good job hiding the fact she tried to get other she-cats’ attentions. It was fascinating, infuriating, and strange all at once. For Hollowstep’s entire life, she wanted nothing more than to hide that side of her, and yet Bearspirit never seemed to hide it. The white she cat had also noticed many other she-cats Bearspirit flirted with never even returned the time of day, so this was also a way to give Hollowstep the feeling of some sort of dominance, especially after the tabby had seen her make an absolute fool of herself.
At the other’s comment about her hunting, Hollowstep gives a short laugh. “I’m probably far from the best. Good maybe.” In fact, this was probably the only thing anyone knew about her besides the fact her mother left and never came back around the time she was an apprentice. Since then, Hollowstep kept to herself.
“Yeah. I guess stay put there.” Hollowstep pads over to a tree and creates a large X shape in the dirt. “Has anyone ever taught you how to pad quieter?” She teases, hoping that it came off as a joke rather than a cold edge. Maybe having someone that was a bit closer couldn’t hurt, rather than going through life alone. Hollowstep begins deeper into the wood, ears alert for prey, nose testing the air for the scent of anything close.
Bearspirit gave Hollowstep an exaggerated dip of her head. “Yes, ma’am,” she purred, settling back down and curling her tail around her paws. “It may surprise you, but they actually have told me that!” After years of being uncomfortable with how bulky she was, Bearspirit now grew more confident with each passing day. “What I lack in sneakiness I make up for it with raw strength.” With another flex of her claws, she gave Hollowstep a gleaming smirk. “So don’t you worry your pretty head – I’ll make sure nothing comes up to bother you.”
Even though assuredness rang in her voice, she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder, her fur ruffling a bit. The heat wave had apparently made for some loners and rogues to become more aggressive; Bearspirit wouldn’t be surprised if they showed up in camp demanding for food. Still, as she turned back to Hollowstep, the confident grin was still there, not a piece of fur out of place.
Post by Sunflower Pal on Oct 4, 2019 17:14:36 GMT -5
Hollowstep rolls her eyes, laughing softly before stretching her limbs to prepare to hunt. She needed just one piece of prey. Just one and she'd live with it. With her raw strength comment, Hollowstep nudges herself into Bearspirit's shoulder with hers, before she heads off ahead to start seeking for a mouse at the very least.
The white furred cat finds a squirrel rather easily, down at the bottom of a tree. The feminine hides, watching its movements, knowing the tree would be an easy escape route. Sneaking forward slowly and watching for any branches or rocks she could trip over, waggling her hindquarters and finally jumping to make the kill. It was swift and easy, a quick snap to the neck and a thank you to the beyond.
A snap of a branch behind her causes Hollowstep to stiffen, squirrel bleeding in her jaws. And the scent of an unfamiliar cat. Hollowstep starts to back up towards where Bearsoirit was, fear scent leaking from her being in waves.
