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The forest was in constant sound; birds were chirping, meltwater was a constant drip from the branches above. A few patches of snow still lay, bright white against the new growth. Everything was wet and glistening. Hazelmarsh picked his way through the undergrowth, muttering curses as wet leaf litter stuck to his fur. Flicking each paw with every step, the young tom went about his hunt with jaws parted and ears pricked.
Grendel moved swiftly, long legs carrying him without hesitation through the territory he had grown to know deeply through his time within Summerclan. While not sure how long he would spend within the clan he was never one to slack on learning his environment. The scent of another cat had his prey making a sharp right and he cursed, making a tight turn to keep pace with the hare. Looking up as they broke into the undergrowth he spotted the other warrior and barked, "the hare!" Hoping Hazelmarsh would realize Grendel wanted him to make the catch.
It was right before he had heard the yowl when the musky scent of the hare washed over the grey furred tom. Startled, his long tail bushed out and his ears turned back. The hare whisked past him in a brown-grey blur, but Hazelmarsh was already churning his paws after it. Scrabbling comically for a moment in the leaf litter, his paws soon found purchase and were racing him towards the fleet footed creature. With a growl of triumph, Hazlemarsh hooked his claws into the hare's haunches. The hunter and prey went tumbling into a heap, struggling for a moment before Hazlemarsh sat up panting, a smear of blood across his muzzle.
Slowing to a trot the long legged tom slowly caught up the them, coming to a stop a fox-length away and nodding in satisfaction. "Very good Hazelmarsh." He hummed seemingly a little out of breath. His approach on the hare hadn't been as smooth as he had hoped and as such he had a further distance to close. Hazelmarsh's appearance was rather beneficial, if the tom believe in starclan he would almost say they had been helping the hunt along. "I must admit I'm a little impressed by your reflexes, I half expected you to take to long to move and the hare to get away. Which would have been a shame, loosing such a plump catch."
Shaking his damp, muddy pelt, Hazelmarsh chuckled. "Yeah, I'm surprised I caught it too. But, my bloods flowing now." He bent down and gave the hare and appreciative sniff, his mouth watering. "The queens will love this."
Grendel had been more thinking of eating it himself but he supposed that plan was now out of the question. Especially if he wanted to keep his cover as the perfect and kind warrior he portrayed so he simply smiled and nodded. "If you'd like to bring it back to them you can go ahead. I'll catch something for myself since you did most of the work on that one." He said generously, after all kindness was a virtue or something like that.
