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Cavepaw questioned Hystericstar's intelligence and Chestnutheart's willingness to send him on a wild turkey chase. The scraggly white cat paced close to the camp entrance, tail swinging, pelt more ruffled than usual. Anyone who knew him-- and to be honest, few did-- would know that it was agitation that chased his paws into a circle, but to a simple onlooker he looked anxious, wearing down a path in the dirt. "You," he addressed the first cat to come near, his first victim. They wouldn't be the last. "You with me. Turkey hunt."
By time the sun peaked overheard, he was staring down a selection of FallClan's finest, as they all wanted to be called. These were the cats he'd decided would be accompanying him regardless of if they even wanted to. "Go now," was all he said before turning and leading the way out into the territory.
Post by Flurryofstars on Nov 28, 2020 1:17:32 GMT -5
Shiftingspectre had not been paw-picked by the new medicine cat apprentice for the hunt. For who would choose the skeletal warrior for something so ambitious? Even so, he'd slinked into the crowd of cats, easily hiding among the broader warriors and eager to join them. If anyone had noticed his presence, they did nothing to turn him away despite his health history. Perhaps they'd forgotten? It had been a few moons since his last stay in the medicine cat's den. It had also been equally as long since he'd pushed himself past his limits, but he didn't want to give anyone the impression that he was going to let his illness slow him down. He needed to prove to the clan that he was just as capable a warrior as anyone else. Better even and catching a turkey today might be enough to show it. As Cavepaw led the way outside of camp, Shiftingspectre forced himself to stay in the middle of the group, fighting down the urge to race ahead of them all. He'd get his chance soon enough, but for now lying low was his best and only option.
Perhaps one of the few actually willing participants in this hunt was Viktorygold, who was flashing a smile at anyone who would meet his eyes. When Cavepaw had first picked him out to join the hunt, he had merely laughed and said that it sounded fun. So, perhaps he had never actually hunted anything as big as a turkey before, and it certainly sounded like a lot of effort, but he was up for the challenge. Or, so he said, but the slow and carefree way that he followed the new medicine cat apprentice out of camp would say otherwise. There was no need to rush as there was still plenty of sunlight left. Out of the corner of his eye, he got a brief glance of Shiftingspectre, wondering for a moment on when he had joined the group, but immediately shrugged it off. If the other tom thought that he would be fine on this hunt, who was Viktor to say otherwise? Still, he should keep an eye on him, just to make sure everyone made it home.
"Think we'll catch one?" he cheerfully asked, turning his attention to the cat next to him.
