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The orange tom stretched his legs as the pale salmon light of sunrise flooded the sky. He gave himself a quick wash before padding out of the warriors den. Soon others would be awakening and gathering their patrols. He actually had the day off today, which was a surprise to him. He was often on a border patrol, but after his spout with another clan the other day he knew Dovecaper had probably thought it best to cool down.
His eyes flitted around under his eyes as he began the process of waking up. Slowly opening his eyes, he was greeted with the soft glow light illuminating the mouth of the Warrior's den. He stretched, rising to his paws and shook it out through his tail. 'What's on today's schedule," he thought to himself as he padded toward the den's entrance. Nothing came to mind, but he would soon find out.
Darkwily padded over the his clanmate. "Hey there," he said slowly, the grogginess in from his heavy sleep still obvious in his voice. "I don't think I'm set up to have any patrols today. Would you wanna join me for a hunt?" he asked. He didn't know the cat well, let alone his hunting skills. For a moment he doubted his decision, asking the first warrior that exited the den. However it was too late now, and the tom awaited his answer.
Poisonrush looked around the cleaning before he shrugging. "I don't see why not," he replied. Seeing it as another opportunity to improve himself, he went with it. Then a thought hit him - they were both in the same clan but he didnt know anything about the other tom. "I'm Poisonrush, by the way," he said as he looked at Darkwily. "I don't believe we've met formally."
"I'm Darkwily. I'm sorry we've never formally met. I am almost never in camp." he murmured. It was somewhat true, however he still tried to hide his embarrassment with a lick of his chest.
He nodded once in acknowledgement. "Well, you must know the clan territory like the back of your paw then," he suggested, assuming the other tom was a regular of patrols He looked toward the entrance of camp. Poisonrush's competitive persona flashed upon his face as he smirked briefly before vanishing. "Well, shall we depart?" he asked.
"I guess so." he said nonchalantly. He wasn't one for bragging, but he could admit he knew it pretty well. "Sure. Where do you wanna head? Maybe we could work together to find a couple rabbits or squirrels." Despite Darkwily's skills, he still had trouble hunting that kind of prey.
"I suppose we could," he responded. He wasn't the one to work with others, especially if hes capable of doing it himself. "I didnt have a particular place in mind. Did you have a location in mind that had plenty of prey like that ?"
He nodded. "With the heat today, prey will most likely be drinking from the water. Closest stream is by the broken bridge east of the camp." he said with a grunt.
He nodded. "Well, let's get a move on," he replied as he headed toward the entrance. By now, the sun was higher in the sky, its heat beating down onto the ground below. It should be a productive day, he thought, but this heat might drive them to more underground or to more cooler areas. He shrugged. But I suppose we will have to see when we get out there.
Darkwily nodded and followed. He felt the edge in the warrior's voice cut through his fur like claws. He wondered what he did to annoy him, but it wasn't a matter he felt like exploring. Not everyone has to like or agree with him, and if he felt like hunting in a different area was a better idea, he should have said something. The tom flattened his ears and annoyance and followed once more.
Poisonrush led them out west toward Broken Bridge. He glanced over to the other tom. "I meant to ask you earlier, but how are patrols?" he asked. He usually went on hunting patrol, but would occasionally go out with other patrols if they were down or needed an extra body.
He glanced towards the tom before replying. "They are fine. The borders are silent, however it seems like they are slowing trying to expand their borders. I may be wrong on that but I'm kind of a paranoid cat." he said with a chuckle.
He nodded. "Have any plans been made in case it is what you think it might be? I mean I hope it's not the case, but it'd be a bad idea to dismiss it." He continued walking onward, weaving through the brush. Just ahead, he heard the sound of water.
He shook his head. "I haven't reported anything to Thrushstar, since I'm not sure of it. I'm not sure about the others though." he said. He piqued his ears at the sound of the water. They were getting closer. A strong, acrid scent filled his nostrils. It smelled like crowfood. "Do you smell that?" he asked.
He lifted his nose to the air but quickly lowered it at a rancid smell. "Crowfood," he said with disgust. Hes experienced his fair share of spoiled food, but that didnt make it any easier to handle. Either something had died of sickness and untouched, rotting under the sun or... He shook his head at the thought. "We should probably check it out," he suggested.
"Yeah," Darkwily said darkly. He was afraid of what lay ahead, however he kept his guard up. He weaved through the bank's long reeds, the crowfood stench growing stronger as he neared the bridge. Another smell mingled with the stench, but he couldn't tell what it was. "Do you know what that is?" he asked his partner. He kept his voice low and he body lower.
He took in the scents of the air. His fur instantly stood on end as he recognized the smell. "Fox," he hissed and lowered himself. "We need to move before it finds out we're here," he said, his eyes searching the surrounding area
Darkwily froze in his spot. Fox? Suddenly memories flooded his mind; watching his family being torn apart by the red demon. If only he had had enough courage to save them. Would he now, nearly face-to-face with his own monster? The shakiness in his voice answered the question. "Yeah," he said, and he ducked closer to the ground than he was before. With shaky pawsteps, he lead the way around the bridge into the fox's scent stream. He wanted to at least see what it was doing. The area reeked of crowfood -- normally foxes did not hunt for fun.
"We should see why there is rotting food around; we need to report to Thrushstar as much as we can."
Poisonrush nodded and followed behind, low to the ground. Foxes shouldnt be a problem for him, he thought, but he didnt know how many may be out there. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of rotting flesh as he got closer to the source. A part of him wanted to fight at the first chance just for the fun of it but the other wanted no qualms.
