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His shift was over. Ghostwhisper took is job as a Prison Guard seriously. He knew from a young age that he would serve his life guarding the Clan. Although small in stature, Ghostwhisper was not a force to be reckoned with. His demeanor remained calm at all times, and this made him even more dangerous. The pure white tom's claws were sharp enough to slice flesh. He's had to cut a couple throats in his lifetime, but never without reason. He is known to make insightful judgements. His intelligence allows him to explore every outcome, possibility, and side before he speaks or acts; however, he has the ability to process a lot of information within a second.
Ghostwhisper stretched, the moonlight reflecting off of his pure white pelt. He realized that his stomach was empty, as he had been at his post all day. He refused to leave until his job was done. Should I hunt alone, or bring a warrior to accompany me? If I hunt alone, I will be able to enjoy solitude; however, I may not catch as much prey to bring back to the Clan, and I refuse to return with a single measly rabbit. If I am accompanied, I may be burdened by ignorance. Whoever comes along with me may have different opinions on where to hunt, and there is the possibility that the sound of two cats may cause an auditory disturbance that scares away our prey. I am silent on my own, I know this. On the other hand, having a second pair of paws doubles the chances of a bountiful hunt. Well, the Clan's well being is more important than my consistent selfish desire to be alone. I should brush up on my social skills, anyhow.
The tom's silver eyes scanned the camp in search of a potential hunting partner.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 13, 2018 2:11:22 GMT -5
Leatherstar emerged from his den and seemed to pay no mind to the calls of greetings from clan mates near by. She flicked his tail in a gentle but final hello and seemed to turned towards Ghistwhisper with purpose in his steps and his head evenly raised. Emerald green eyes unblinking. As he neared the muscle lined tom have his short brown pelt a shake and looked past the prison guard and into the snow covered forest beyond. "Lets hunt."
The white tom flicked his ear. He was not expecting Leatherstar of all cats to be available for a hunt; it was far better than having an untrained apprentice tag along. "I was thinking the exact same thing," He meowed calmly in monotone. "I feel as if we should head to the old camp, there may be some prey hiding for warmth in the dens. What do you think?"
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 15, 2018 13:38:48 GMT -5
"Definitely worth a try. We may need to coaxed them out as they have fallen in disrepair for a while now." He took a few tentative steps into the snow as if urging his paws to wake up and help him get to where he intended to go. "Lead the way Ghostwhisper" He said before stepping aside and starting a gradual trot to allow the other tom room to speed up and pass him on the icy path.
Ghostwhisper nodded silently and turned his silver eyes north towards the forest. The small white tom dug his claws into the snow with every step, keeping a firm, steady pace. The icy breeze was cold enough for his breath to become visible with every exhale. The toms eventually arrived at the clearing of the old camp. Ghostwhisper was not old enough to have lived here, but he had heard stories as a kit of his ancestors dwelling in this area. Ghostwhisper lowered his body to the ground, remaining silent to not scare off his prey. His eyes made contact with his leader's, and he flicked his tail towards a deserted den that looked the most accessible out of them all, as if to say, let's try this one.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 15, 2018 15:56:41 GMT -5
Leatherstar flicked an ear in agreement and stepped forward with soft paws. The trouble with the majority of WinterClan's hunting territory being the constant crunch of snow and icy under paw. He turned to circle around the back of the den. The walls and ceiling having caved in and showing new entrances large enough for voles and mice to enter. He poised ready at a large hole and flicked his tail for Ghostwhisper to stand ready. He extended his claws and began to dig at the hole. If there was anything to catch within it would dart for the main den entrance.
Ghostwhisper waited patiently as he silently sniffed the air for prey. After quite some time, he spotted a tiny grey mouse peek though the entrance. It paused and ran quickly into the clearing. The white tom sprinted towards it and pounced on top of it, biting its neck before it had a chance to squeal. He felt its warm blood fill his mouth, tempting to be devoured right then and there.
(can we totally just plot twist and some fox comes out of nowhere to try to screw them up)
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 19, 2018 20:57:12 GMT -5
(stop youll ruin the surprise xD)
Leatherstar stopped his scratching and passed around the den to greet Ghostwhisper with his catch. "Nice catch. Though it might get away!" He sat down with an approving look at the thick mouse.
A deep growl came from the hollow of the old Apprentice den. Amber eyes glinting like fire as a lean muscled fox seemed to slip out of the shadows. Its eyes hungrily landing on the blood dripping prey.
