Sleetfoot's Arrival

[Bluesky]

"Hmph." She tossed her head, refusing to be nice. Grumbling slightly to herself, she buried the rather scrawny rabbit quickly then turned and followed his retreating white form. She suddenly noticed that the air had a crisp, cold taste. There would probably be snow soon, and they should hurry unless they wanted to hunt while it came down. She knew from experience that it was much funner to screw around in the snow that it was to hunt in it.

[Sleetfoot]

***Evil grin* I love Bluesky so much *Squeezes kitty***

Sleetfoot's head turned slightly to the side and his eyes gazed hungrily at the sky. The white rain was coming-Snow! His eyes filled with greed an hunger as he watched the slow moving clouds, longing for the cover of the snow. That was when he hunted best.

[Bluesky]

OoC:// Oh my.
Bluesky: *is squeezed* 8O//

Bluesky noticed his expression, and grunted at him. "Don't try to eat while we're out hunting, Cat." She'd mis-read him, of course, but she didn't really care. She just wanted to get back to camp and hole up in her warm den while the snow fell outside. "C'mon..." She grumbled, nudging him along.

[Sleetfoot]

He looked back at her, a single tint oh pain and sadness in his eyes but it was gone. A playfull fire took it's place. He was warming up to her, he could tell...He pretended to stumble lightly so he could fall more into her. Then he 'cought his ground' And shot forward like a bullet.

[Willowfoot]

ooc: OHNOWAIT.
I'm afraid this won't affect your story at all, Sleety, but it'll help keep more cats actively in the roleplay.
...I hope...

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Flowertail flicked her ear at Wildstar with a little smirk before she overheard panicked mews coming from the nursery. With a gasp, she ran to see her two kits crawling over each other mewing loudly and staring in horror at the ceiling.

The top had fallen out, but not on its own. Brown down feathers were tangled in the thorns of the nursery walls. Caws could be heard overhead.

Willowkit stopped her scrambling for a moment to stare at her mother. "Do something!" She seemed to be trying to say, but then she ran between Flowertail's paws, Bramblekit close behind. The mother cooed at her kits, telling them it was alright, but her mind kept repeating: "Oh holy StarClan. The Nursery is going to fall to the ground."

"Wildstar! Wildstar, there's a falcon tearing up the nursery!" She ran to her leader as fast as she could while holding Bramblekit in her mouth and nudging Willowkit forward with her paws. She dropped Bramblekit with a look of panic and worry. "We--we need Sleetfoot and Bluesky."

ooc: I... I like disasters....

[Wildstar]

Bounding after Flowertail, Wildstar instinctively unsheathed her claws, feeling the blood pounding in her ears as she approached the disturbance. She hesitated only a moment to assess the situation and reassure herself.
'This is what you've got those nine lives for, you mousebrain!'
Tearing through the thorns, the black she-cat watched the large bird as it tried its best to free itself from the sharp vines. The falcon shrieked at her, snapping its beak open and shut rapidly in an attempt to get at her.
With a well-aimed swat to the top of its head, Wildstar pulled the unconcious falcon out of the mess, biting down hard on the neck, killing it instantly.

Ooc: Sorry for destroying the fun, but, Wildstar's character is always so solemn and boring. She needed some livening up.

[Willowfoot]

Flowertail stared into the Nursery, breathing hard. Suddenly, the falcon's cries stopped. The queen's fur bristled and she coiled her tail around her frightened kits. She cooed at them to hush, that everything was alright.
But branches were hanging limply in front of the entrance, covering it thickly. She wondered how Wildstar would get out.
Flowertail herded her kits to the fresh-kill pile.

[Bluesky]

Her tail twitched in annoyance as the white cat fell onto her slightly, then she growled to herself and took off after him. She dug her claws into the ground and felt them press into the iced ground below, like rock below the powered snow. She smiled in satisfaction as she sped forward, getting faster with each passing second.

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot could feel her getting closer. Weather it was a sixth-sense or the wind passing along his fur he wasn't quite sure but when he looked back, there she was. "This is your territory. You know the best hunting places. Where to?"

[Bluesky]

OoC:// Whether ^^;; //

She waited a moment while she let her breathing adjust and answered him mostly without panting. "Down for a while. Then turn by a bunch of dead logs and around there." She glanced at his bright blue eyes, then looked back down the mountain. She could see the dark brown smudge streaked with white signifying the pile of dead logs. "There," She murmured, half to herself.

[Sleetfoot]

**...**

Sleetfoot nodded, his eyes glimmering with the thought of the oncoming battle between them. Somehow he knew that they would be competing to see who could bring back more food. Of course, he would win. She may know the territory but he has the snow hunter skills. He trotted towards the logs she had indicated, looking back to make sure she was beside him.

[Bluesky]

OoC:// I do that sometimes, too P: //

She made a face as he looked back; she wasn't sure she liked his confident look. She resolved to bring back more prey than he did. She knew all the random and sometimes large holes in the ground by the logs by heart, though she normally avoided them anyway. With the snow covering, one could fall right through and find themselves in a chest-high hole. Well, really, that was an exaggeration. Most of them were only paw sized, but still.
She couldn't help but show off, though, and padded casually through the pile, drawing herself down low. She seemingly randomly swerved between the unstable parts, searching for tiny heartbeats with turning ears. There were tons of niches perfect for a mouse or other animal to hibernate, which made it a great place to hunt.

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot leapt atop one of the logs testing the spot before him to make sure the rotted wood wouldn't fail him. Once he was satisfied his eyes closed and his ears perked. nearly without warning he slithered forward. There was a hole at the other end of the log and Sleetfoot snaked his way through. His eyes opened and he found himself nose to whisker with a terrified, plump mouse who had strayed from his den. the white tom let his tongue run over his teeth before swiftly and kindly killing the rodent.

[Bluesky]

If Bluesky had been secretly hoping that Sleetfoot would fall into the snow, she was sorely disappointed as the white cat kept to a log. He could probably tell the ground was unstable from the was she was twisting and turning, anyway.
She snorted and concentrated on prey. Zoning in on a rapid heartbeat, she stifled a satisfied purr and drew forward silently. The sound of a small footstep reached the silvery-blue cat's ears. She twitched her whiskers and a paw shot forward. Her claws hooked down and into the snow. Shoving past a bit of wood, she stabbed her claws into a soft body. She pulled her paw out and revealed a skewered vole.

[Sleetfoot]

**haha nice imagery**

Sleetfoot's blue eyes flared when he saw her catch. So far it was one-to-one, a tied match. He looked around but the skies where empty; he would catch no birds today. Instead he slipped out of the log and walked slowly across the ground. Then there was movement. A tiny, out of place black spot darted across the blanket of snow. It was quick but the predator was quicker. The white tom snared the snowshoe rabbit, lifting him up by the jet black, puffy tail.