[opalclaw]

opalclaw jabbed the rabbit with a spurred toe, frowning. just moments ago she'd chased the poor creature down the slopes of windclan's mighty hills, dodging left and right until the rabbit had run out of energy. it dipped into one of the many burrows along the slopes, but opalclaw hooked the animal's back leg, dragging it out fiercely. flying through the air, her prey hit the ground with a thunderous smack, stunned into submission. without a moment's hesitation, opalclaw lept on top of her captive, snapping the rabbit's neck quickly and efficiently.

but the pleasure of the hunt did not course through her veins, at least not right now. her muscles shuddered with fatigue, and she lay beside her prey, its dead-scent wafting over her tongue and down her throat. it was not a particularly delicious smell--revolting, really, if one were to contemplate long enough. why do cats eat this stuff? wondered opalclaw, but she soon realized she, as a predator, ate meat. was it meat that disgusted her? or the saneless act of taking another creature's life? opalclaw could not put a paw on exactly what was bothering her.

knowing nothing other than her schooling as a young apprentice, opalclaw began to scoop the dirt out of the earth. she dragged her kill into the shallow hole and covered it with the loose pile she'd accumulated. kicking a few stray pieces of grass on top, she sighed to herself before flicking her tail. really, opalclaw, get a hold of yourself, she muttered in her mind. at only thirteen moons, opalclaw realized she had no time to regret her decision as a warrior, especially since the position was so graciously given to her. truthfully, opalclaw admitted to herself, i don't deserve it in the slightest.

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[lionstar]

Lionstar

    When she could, Lionstar liked solitude. She liked moments to think, and foremost, to breathe. In the blink of an eye, she had gone from nobody to a political player: she didn't think she was doing a half-bad job, all things considered. Yet it was nice to go back to the basics, to go and hunt on her own. Between tainted water, the aftershocks of the Coven and everything else, it was nice to stalk her prey and pray to the stars. The longhaired cat crouched low in the tall grass, eyes trained on a mouse. She caught whatever was available--food was food, and a mouse, while small, was just as good as anything else. 

    The mouse paused in its goings, and Lionstar pounced, snatching the mouse quickly between her paws--she heard a delightful crunch of its ribs as she came down on it with her full force--and snapped its neck in her teeth. Mildly squished mouse was good as well. She buried her prey and continued to walk. She could hunt for a while more before heading back to camp, it couldn't possibly unravel any faster than that: her Clanmates were strong. They'd been through the abyss and back, gotten involved when no one else would and still stood strong. They'd be fine without her for a little while. 

    As Lionstar walked, she caught a wiff of another WindClanner. She crested a hill and caught sight of a young warrior, Opalclaw. She watched from afar as the lithe she-cat chased down a rabbit and caught it, seeming to pause before burying it and carrying on. The young warrior was out alone, nothing wrong with that now that the Coven and Twolegs were gone, but Lionstar supposed she ought to interact with the cat, given she was so close, and ignoring her might be seen as rude. Or, Lionstar theorized, even detrimental to the young cat, to be ignored. She walked down the hill, making no attempt to hide herself and just pop up out of seeming nowhere. 

    "How is the hunt, Opalclaw? You were skillful in your chase of that rabbit," Lionstar rumbled by way of greeting. She flicked her long orange tail towards the hill, indicating where she had come from to watch it all. 

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