[WEEKLY RESOURCE] Hunting Thread

[Teigra]

Shiningnight

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[Teigra]

Shiningnight

Rolls: 4

Total: 4  

[Teigra]

Shiningnight

Rolls: 4 + 4

Total: 8  

[Teigra]

Shiningnight

Rolls: 4 + 4

Total: 8  

[Teigra]

Shiningnight

Rolls: 4 + 4 + 10

Total: 18  

[Teigra]

Shiningnight

Rolls: 4 + 4 + 10 + 6

Total: 24  

[Teigra]

Shiningnight

Rolls: 4 + 4 + 10 + 6 + 6

Total: 30

DONE!  

[Fea Line]

Froststrike found his paws restless and decided to go on a bit of a hunting trip. It was the one thing that really helped relax him more than anything else, save for perhaps, sharing a sunbath with Silverstreak. Also the fresh kill pile needed a little bit more added to it so win win. He found his favorite hunting spot and crouched, watching a sparrow twitter about. He waited, creeping one paw at a time until he found the perfect time to spring, snatching the sparrow out of the air. Ravensnatch would be proud of him for that one. Grinning he dug a hole in the dirt and covered it to come back to it later.

6 +  

[Fea Line]

Moving on Froststrike scented the air. A mouse was near by, the scent strong. Creeping low again he moved in the the direction he could smell it, mouth parted to let the scent wash over his palette. He paused when he heard shuffling near by, dual colored eyes going wide as he spotted the mouse. It bounced around the roots of a near by tree, licking at its fore paws and washing its little face. Froststrike let it enjoy its bath long enough to let it drop its guard until pouncing, silencing it in one blow.


6 + 4 = 10  

[Fea Line]

After burying the mouse something caught his attention not far off, causing Froststrike to fall flat to the ground. Alerted from the sound of his pounce another mouse darted out from a near by bush leaving Froststrike little time to act. He sprang after the critter, pushing his paws as fast as they could go. It did its best to dodge and trick him but he was used to this by now. Swiveling as fast as he could he spun around and lashed out a paw, catching the mouse by the tail. His claws dug into the ground and what flesh he could to keep it from scurrying before he could finish it and add it to his current hunting pile.


6 + 4 = 10 + 4 = 14  

[Fea Line]

Slinking a bit farther from camp, Froststrike took a chance to see if there were bigger prey running. Mice and sparrows did great to fill bellies on the go but a larger meal would possibly feed several cats at once. And also show how cool he was.

Slinking to where he knew rabbits often made burrows, Froststrike paused and scented the air again. It seemed recent but fading. The rabbit hadn't gone far but it was probably back in its burrow again. Maybe he could still get lucky.

Creeping to where the scent became the strongest, Froststrike peered into the burrow, eyes focusing to see what lurked inside. A fuzzy tail bobbed a bit ahead of him, not too far down. Grinning, the silver tom cat waited for the prime time until striking, shoving about half himself into the burrow and sinking his overgrown fangs into its neck, slowly letting it fall limp.

Man Silverstreak was going to be so impressed!


6 + 4 = 10 + 4 = 14 + 8 = 22  

[Fea Line]

Froststrike quickly buried the rabbit where he knew he'd find it later only to be startled by the screech of another rabbit darting from the burrow. Could he get two for one? He certainly was going to try!

Springing off after it he kept up with it for a while before the rabbit pulled some fancy foot work and disappeared down another burrow, this one much too small for him to get very far in. Try as he might the dirt just seemed to crumble around him and he cursed. Pulling himself out he shook the dirt from his pelt and sighed. "Drat." he hissed, swiping a tongue over his paw and rubbing it across his face. "You live to hop another day.... for now." he glared down the burrow before turning tail and strutting away puffily.  

[Fea Line]

A fox yelp sounded near by and Froststrike dropped flat against the grass. Foxes weren't fun and if one was around that meant any other small pray was probably running to hide by now. Hissing, he crept back towards his favorite spot, making sure to keep the fox in scent range, whereever it may be hiding. Froststrikes tail lashed as he waited a moment and simply listened. Nothing made sound now save for the wind through the leaves and grass. Not even birds tweeted. "Foxdung..." he whispered to himself and the lack of pray now running.  

[Fea Line]

Froststrike was beginning to think the fox had completely ruined his successful hunting spree and began to head back towards his kills, retrieving the rabbit first before heading back to where he had left the mice and sparrow. He dropped the rabbit, beginning to dig up one of the mice, debating if he needed help bringing all this back, when the sound of wings sounded over head.

Glancing up, Froststrike noticed black feathers quickly trying to descend upon his rabbit. "Oh no way bird brain!" he hissed, reaching out with his claws as the pesky black bird dared to land and tauntingly caw him. It flitted back a bit but Froststrike sprang, startling it enough that it faltered in its attempt to take off.

Pinning a wing to the ground, Froststrike pressed all his weight down before putting the majority of his weight onto the black bird and biting down. He scrunched his face between the feathers but held on until it slowly stopped. Pausing to take a breath, Froststrike grinned. "We'll eat well tonight!" he purred loudly, tail high and whiskers fanned proud.


6 + 4 = 10 + 4 = 14 + 8 = 22 + 8 = 30  

[NatiStorm]

Cedarfang


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