[тнє ƒяιєη∂ℓу тнιєνєѕ] [a rogue rp] [plot decided!]

Smoke padded ahead of Ashes and scanned the rows of Twoleg dens. A little ways beyond the row facing them was the pine forest, where patrols would sometimes go in search of food or herbs. Though he enjoyed taking walks in the forest, Smoke decided it might be nice to stay in Twolegplace for right now. Glancing to his right, he meowed, "How about this way?"

Smoke began walking, his steps matching Ashes' pace. He kept his gaze on Ashes for a while, though sometime later he tilted his head up to look at the walls of the Twoleg dens. Unlike his usually chatty nature, Smoke kept quiet for most of the time.

At Ashes' sudden comment, Smoke nodded. "Today's a good day for a walk," he meowed. The hunter took another deep breath of the crisp autumn air. If Smoke had to pick a favorite season, he would most likely say autumn. He enjoyed the cold, crisp air.

Smoke turned his head back towards Ashes. "Sometimes, scavenger or hunting patrol go there. It's also a nice place for walks every now and then," he replied.

Smoke turned his head back towards the trail ahead of them. "I sometimes go there when I want to stretch my legs," he meowed, "This time of year is always nice for going on walks."

Smoke looked again at Ashes, who seemed lost in thought, almost reminiscent. Though many of his denmates were born as part of the rogue band, some of them were previously loners or kittypets. "Did you use to live in the forest?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

Smoke nodded. Though he liked to go on walks through the forest, you never know what you could run into. Foxes and badgers lurked in unexpected areas. "You never know what to expect when you walk into the forest," he chuckled.

Smoke imagined the predators that lurked in the nearby forest. He had never seen a bear from his own experience, but some of the older cats had told him about them. "I have never seen a bear, though I have ran into a few foxes," he said.

"Foxes are sometimes spotted around these parts, though most of the time they are alone," Smoke stated. Foxes were a struggle to deal with when alone, though he knew that they must be even harder to fight when in a group.

Smoke let out a chuckle as Ashes' comment. In truth, he wondered if he would ever get a chance to fight of a predator like a fox or wolf. Even though he had spotted a few foxes in his life, most of the fighting was the fighters' job. "Possibly," he meowed.

Smoke let out another chuckle. A cat's claws were used as a means of both protecting oneself and hunting prey, though being a hunter meant that Smoke mostly used his while hunting. "Too bad I'm not a fighter," he joking meowed.

Smoke twitched his whiskers, nodding in agreement. "I'm not a scavenger, but it's always nice to hook your claws into a squirrel or a mouse," he meowed. At his statement, Smoke began to think of the small prey pile back in camp. Though he knew that Stone had already sent out a scavenger patrol, the hunter couldn't help but think of stopping for a hunt sometime on this walk.

Smoke shrugged, turning his head towards the forest. "Sure, why not?" he replied, padding in the direction of the woods. It's almost like she read my mind, he thought, casting a glance back at Ashes. Though the low prey pile would worry any cat who cares.

As the two cats padded into the forest, Smoke lifted his head and began to search for any traces of prey. After a short while, he still hadn't found anything. "I've found nothing," he stated. The hunter turned his gaze towards Ashes, wondering if it was the same for her. Scavengers were usually the best at scenting out herbs or prey.