Hunting Shadows(open)

[starstruck]

Redbramble was a cautious tom. As he made his way out of the camp he moved rather slowly. His pace was incredibly slow taking many moments to reach one patch of grass to another. His whiskers twitched as he sniffed the air scenting for clan mates or any other danger. It seemed safe. So far. He was in a hunters crouch as he made his way across the moor lands. He wasn't hunting. He was moving carefully. He heard a noise and jumped around. His ginger fur was standing on end. He let out a startled hiss. He had stepped on a twig. How on earth was he warrior? Only Starclan knew why this tom was a warrior. He should be something else...maybe.

He continued on after shaking his paw of mud and dirt. He snorted as he was nearing Thunderclans boarder. He spotted a mouse and darted forward. Paws outstretched he just barely missed the mouse's tail. Recovering quickly he bounced his hindlegs off of a rock and mewed. Paws outstretched once more he landed over the boarder. Mouse in his paws he quickly killed it. Frantically he looked left and right. His fur was getting high as he started to panic. Had any one seen him? Should he leave it here to rot? He decided it would be better to take it.

He quickly dove to his side of the boarder. He went close to the boarder and marked his scent. He realized it would cover up his mistake. Afterwards he made his way back towards his camp. His whiskers kept twitching and his paws shaking. The poor tom was shaking under his fur. He placed the mouse down and let out a whimper. He wanted to curl up in a ball he suddenly didn't feel good. He had made a huge mistake only because he decided to chase a mouse.

Redbramble looked up and though he heard a mew. Jumping forward he picked up his mouse and dove under a tree. This tom would jump at the sight of his own shadow. Shaking he crawled back out with his eyes closed. He parted his jaws to explain himself."I didn't do it I swear! I was going to leave it but, you know...I mean...no that's not right I was hunting and caught that mouse on our side of the boarder. I also marked the scent markings again sir...miss...whoever." He stuttered.

[♦ stormeh ♦]

"Haven't you learned the names of your Clanmates, by now?" an irritated voice snorted. The annoyance in his voice clearly indicated that it was Eaglescreech, a tom who was as clever as a fox but had a quick temper that can make him lash out with no warning. Eyes that were as green as the meadow he stood in glared at Redbramble through slitted eyelids, as if challenging the skittish tom to say something.

His muscles rippled underneath his considerably thin pelt as he padded closer toward Redbramble, well defined and sturdy thanks to a decent amount of excersize now and then. They weren't bulky; but they can be distinguished from any angle. The brown tabby raised a brow in a questioning expression, and sat down, curling his tail delicately around his white paws. "So, you're telling me that you caught the mouse on our side of the border, but you wanted to leave it there?" he meowed with a suspicious expression.

Eaglescreech had seen Redbramble around camp a few times, but he wasn't going to waste his time with the soft tom. What exactly was Redbramble trying to hide, anyhow? He looked quite nervous, although he always had a frightened look on his face. He seemed to be referring to the mouse that lay at his paws. Eaglescreech scoffed after a moment of silence and frowned in disbelief. "Are you saying you caught that mouse over ThunderClan's border?" he pressed. The tom didn't care where Redbramble caught the stupid mouse, but he always enjoyed getting his Clanmates in trouble.

[starstruck]

Redbramble began to shake nervously. Why did he have to run into this bag of fur? Why did Redbramble become a warrior when he was afraid of fighting? Afraid of breaking a claw? Afraid of big warriors like the one that stood in front of him? He took in a nervous breath of air and let it out slowly. No wonder why his father was never part of his life. Look at him he was a scrawny bag of bones. He didn't do much except for hunt for the clan. He knew he would never get an apprentice since he was afraid to even battle train. Redbramble looked up at the tom. When he saw the toughness in the toms eyes he quickly looked down. He had heard rumors but didn't want to believe they were true. Instead he just shifted his paws uncomfortably.

Redbramble looked at his catch and started contemplating what kind of story to tell. He didn't want to mess with Eaglescreech but he hadn't seen him do it, he knew that much, he didn't scent any of his clan mates around. If he was good at one thing it was tracking."Kinda sorta. I made the kill on our territory. I caught it right before the boarder and toppled over it. I lost my footing, Eaglescreech you know I"m not a good warrior, I'm a timid bag of bones why would I hunt on other territory if...if if if it would cause a fight? You know I wouldn't be any use why would I start something now?" The tom stammered. It was kind of true. He didn't make the kill on the territory but he did find the mouse. It was scrawny any ways.