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Bijou wanted to let out a frustrating howl as the mouse scurried down into a hole. He had tried and tried and tried hunting. Each time he swore his attempts at hunting got worse. The skinny white tom sat down on his haunches and let out an annoying huff. His claws kneaded into the soft ground below his paws. The tom anger stewed below the surface. He wished to be useful to his new home.
Fearfelicity watched from a tree above. "You're not going to catch a mouse with a stance like that!" she said laughingly, dropping down to the forest floor. "Your haunches are way too high, and you're moving too quickly," she lifted her nose into the air. "And you're upwind!"
Fallclan leader, nightclan MCA and a clumsy disaster xD
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Post by Spiderheart on Jul 3, 2019 8:30:58 GMT -5
Omenpaw had been out gathering moss for the nursery a simple task to rid himself of the boredom he had been faced with, he had just finished taking his last load and decided to go back out rather than sit in camp when a frustrated howl pierced his ears. He trotted through the trees and the sight of two of his clanmates came into view, Fearfelicity and a new member whose name he couldn't quite place, he nodded to the she-cat in greeting. The scent of mouse swirled past his scent glands and lead to a hole in the ground letting him know the prey had evaded capture this time. "Noise like that will scare off prey from here to the border." He mewed in amusement, their was no judgment in his tone only understanding. "Don't worry, it happens to all of us. I'm Omenpaw." He stood next to the tom and smiled dipping his head slightly.
