〈 EMBERCLAN • BRAVE*HEARTS • A MULTI-CLAN RP, CLAN PAGE 〉

Limeheart looked up at the sound of pawsteps and a new scent filled the air. "Rockfur, glad to see I wasn't the last cat to wake." He joked lightly, greeting the tom. "Thanks for the praise, but it practically flew into my paws so I can't take all the credit." He explained, angling his ears toward the decaying frog. "I'm competing against Darksky, it's who can catch the most prey. Quite the match for leafbare." He informed the tom.

Limeheart nodded. "It may be leafbare, but there'll be an abundance of squirrel, mice and rats as they try to gather enough food before the first snow. Even if he's barely past his apprenticeship, if I let my guard down he definitely would show me up." He agreed, amusement laced in his voice. "Never-the-less, I don't plan to let hi get a single feather more than me. Help me carry my catches if you don't want to compete." Limeheart, puffed up his semi-long white chest-fur again. He decided they should head a few fox lengths away, he would've scared away prey in the close area by the sound of thrashing wings and his impact on the ground after the leap.

Royalfire looked around, trying to find the source of the snapping twig. She suddenly noticed two cats standing next to each other. She bounded over to them."Hey, are you doing a hunting patrol? Can I join? I'm not sure I'll catch anything, but I've got absolutely nothing better to do!" She asked the two cats, sounding hopefull.

"Cool. Um, so, I'll try to find something, maybe a nest of some sort?" Royalfire asked, trying to find something helpfull she could do besides the actual hunting part, since she new she was rubbish at hunting.

(I might be gone for a while today cause I'm going on a hike with my family, by ill try be on when I can)

[Norah will have been renamed Blazekit at this point.]
Amberstar briefly acknowledged the medicine cat before Blazekit asked her a question about the warrior code.
"So is that why you saved me?" Blazekit asked, tilting her head to the side.
"We would have saved you regardless, but that helped us make the decision, yes." Amberstar replied, casting a warm gaze at the kit.
"Why can't you hunt on Dawnclan or Asterclan territory, if the clan runs out of prey?" Blazekit questioned, curiously.



"Yeah... of course." Darksky mewed, dipping his head.

Darksky flinched, remembering how he didn't manage to catch anything. "I..." He stammered, embarrassed. "How about we get to hunting?"

"How about you go play?" Amberstar suggested, after growing tired of answering Blazekit's questions.
"Can you play with me?" Blazekit mewled.
"For a little bit, I guess..." Amberstar replied. "But, I have to do my duties eventually. I'm leader, after all."
"Leader? Duties?" Blazekit mewed, confused and curious. "What duties? What makes you leader?"
"I'll explain after we play for a bit." Amberstar sighed, hoping to tire the kit so that she would take a nap and leave her some peace.

"Okay..." Royalfire replied to the awkward tom. She began to sniff along the undergrowth, looking around for any movement. She tried to remember all that her mentor had taught her about hunting, and imagined him saying, "Come on, Royalfire! Get your position right, for the love of all cats! She was picking up something strong, that smelled of... rotting flesh! "Oh, of course! There will be lots of prey feeding on either the dead thing or on the thing that eat the dead thing!" She said to herself, not entirely caring that she was talking to herself. She entered a small nook in the mossy area where she saw a dead squirrel, with a bunch of scrawny, ugly crows. She examined them, and decided to pounce on the middle one, which looked the scrawniest and slowest. She brought all of her limbs below her shoulders and hind quarters, and launched herself forwards. What happened next didn't exactly go to plan, as the crow she had been aiming for had heard her leap, and started flying, narrowly missing scratching her eye. So, she snagged a claw on the one next to her, so it couldn't fly away, and snapped it's neck. She stared at the crow. "How? I Haven't caught anything in, like, 3 days! Yes!" She grabbed it with her teeth, and made her way back to where she and Darksky had met. She dropped the bird, and sat down, waiting for him.

"Thanks! And, as yah, I've never really been good at hunting. That was the first catch in a while..." Royalfire replied, standing up. "Would you like to hunt together over there, where that fallen tree is? Looks like there could be some sort of nest or something."

"Royalfire, you have a talent for pricking out good hunting spots. I was hunting there a couple sunrises ago, it's home to mice." Moonstep informed the two warriors, impressed in the new warrior. "Royalfire, why don't you flush them out and Darksky and I will catch what we can when the run toward us." She suggested.

Moonstep padded carefully to the other end of the fallen tree, the scent of mice drifting toward her. Instinctively, she shifted her weight to her hind paws and she waited among the brush ears catching the sound of Royalfire tripping, but eyes focused on the prey. It seemed the vibrations caused by Royalfire tripped and the sound scared a couple of the mice which ran straight into her paws. She caught the two and nipped both necks in turn, setting aside the two dead mice gently. There were still eight or so mice hiding in the fallen tree. She was sure Darksky knew to at least let three go without catching them since prey still needed to reproduce once Newleaf came again.

Darksky had crept over to the log, when he heard Royalfire trip. He leapt into delayed action as he noticed three mice running from the log, and he managed to pounce on one before he lost the others. At least I haven't embarrassed myself, even if I didn't catch much. he thought gladly.

"All right," Royalfire whispered. She crept over to the log, with her paws silently brushing the moss, and made all the way to the log without stepping on a tree branch or doing something stupid. She silently worked her way to the middle of the log, when she suddenly slammed her paws down on the top of the log and leapt on top, waiting for the mice to flood out. Soon, 5 mice came running out of the dead log, and she pounced on one of them, her claws outstretched. However, she missed it by an inch and rolled over, trying to catch it again. She pounced on it's tail, sloppily, and killed it pith one paw, not drawing any blood. Ugh, that was a sloppy kill, she told herself, licking her paw.

Sorry, was the mentor of Royalfire