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 Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 1:04 pm
 Wildspot crouched on the open moor, gazing around for any sign of prey. He let the breeze carry the scent of a rabbit to him and he looked in that direction to catch some movement. After licking his lips in anticipation, he darted after it, taking it by surprise. He was able to catch it with ease, tossing it up first and biting into it when he crashed back to earth.
He laughed at the pitiful creature, keeping his ears pricked at the same time for anything else that could be near him. The rabbit tasted wonderful, but he expected that from WindClan prey.
Some butterflies hovered nearby and he batted at them with his paws, a sinister smile upon his mouth. It was fun to be out on the moors.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 7:33 pm
 Fleetwing wove in between the long strands of grass on WindClan's open moor. The scent of rabbit wafted towards her. Silently padding, the rabbit soon came in sight. Fleetwing took to her feet, easily outracing the rabbit and bringing it down.
She savored the scent of rabbit in her jaws for just a moment before dropping it. The Clan must be fed first, no matter how tempting the rabbit was. Fleetwing paused at the sound of another cat's laughter. She peered through the grass to see Wildspot nearby. "What are you doing?" she asked softly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 8:03 pm
Wildspot looked up from where he was to see a pretty WindClan she-cat.
"Oh, just watching the butterflies," he replied as his paw dropped on one the unfortunate bugs.
He sickered again at the other ones that were still alive. They were now fluttering away from the cat's dangerous paws.
"What are you doing?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 7:28 am
"Watching you, of course," Fleetwing replied. She watched as a butterfly landed next to her paw and smacked it lightly. Lifting her paw, she could see that it was still alive. Gently she pressed down and giggled as the antennae tickled her pad. She released it and went after another, pouncing on it like a mouse.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 11:27 am
"Heh, you look like a kit," Wildspot said, as if forgetting he had been doing the same thing.
"You were watching me, huh? Am I of any interest to you?"
He walked around her, observing every aspect of her body. Apparantly personal space meant nothing to Wildspot.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 6:35 pm
"Am I?" Fleetwing asked, circling him. She smacked his nose gently with her long, fluffy tail. He certainly was attractive; strong and handsome...
But he has no sense of personal space.
She shook the thought out of her mind.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 10:33 am
"Ha! You don't even know?"
He backed up a little when his nose was flicked by Fleetwing's tail. She's kind of cute...
"So what were you doing out here, hm? Hunting?"
He wasn't sure why, but he felt that he wanted to go hunting with the she-cat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 6:26 pm
"Do you?" Fleetwing challenged. She wasn't sure why, but she felt bolder right now...
"As to what I'm doing, maybe I'm hunting. Maybe I enjoy hunting on my own, just me, the prey, and the wind. But then again, maybe I'm here to ask someone to go hunting with me. What do you think?" she asked. Something occured to her. "What are you doing out here?" she asked, genuinely curious and not at all challenging.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 6:39 pm
"How should I know?"
Wildspot laughed again. He kind of liked this cat.
"Well, I was enjoying the moor... and I caught a rabbit. But maybe I was also waiting for someone like you to come along. So... do you want to continue being alone or do you want to go hunting with me?"
He had a hope that she would agree, although he wasn't sure why. Had he fallen for her already? Only time would tell.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 7:33 am
"Hm...well, hunting with some other cat might be nice," Fleetwing conceded. "So...sure, let's go hunting together!" She quickly scraped dirt over her rabbit to keep it safe. She felt an staticky feeling jump through her. Hunting with Wildspots felt...right somehow. She shook herself to get the feeling out of her system. It might be distracting on the hunt. However, she could not shake the feeling that hunting with Wildspots was what she was supposed to do.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 2:22 pm
Wildspot smiled, though he had no idea why hunting with someone else would make him happy. He never was a very social cat.
"Well alright then," he said, lifting his head to look for any sign of prey.
He caught the scent of another rabbit and saw the small creature nibbling at some grass, unaware that it was in danger. He immediately took off and killed it. The poor thing never saw him coming.
Wildspot dropped it in front of Fleetwing and said, "Now show me what you can do," with a smile.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 6:50 pm
"Okay, hotshot!" Fleetwing grinned. She, too, was not social, but she was enjoying this. Lifting her nose above the grasses she took a deep breath. Another rabbit was sitting downwind eating some grass. Luckily it had no idea what had befallen its fellow. Fleetwing ran after it, managing to bring it down in short order. "There!" Fleetwing smiled, dropping it on Wildspot's paws.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 7:07 pm
"Heh, not bad. There seems to be a lot of prey out today."
He caught some movement behind a bush over to his left, and, without checking first what it was, he dove in after it. He came back out with his fur all ruffled and a butterfly hooked on his claw. He was trying to show off, but he the only thing he caught was a mere insect.
He decided that before Fleetwing could laugh at him, he'd laugh himself.
"Ahahaha!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 8:22 pm
Fleetwing laughed. "Very good!" she smiled. "I didn't even smell or hear it, well-done, Wildspots! I am impressed!"
She inspected the impaled insect. "Very neat, you got it dead center! It's one of those small sneaky ones that are impossible to get. Now what shall we do with our prey?" she asked playfully.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 8:50 pm
"Impressed by a stupid butterfly?" Wildspot smiled.
He shook the dead insect and went over to the prey they caught.
"What else would we do with prey? We either take it back to camp or eat it ourselves."
He didn't really care if they took it back to camp or not. He wasn't hungry; he had already eaten a rabbit before Fleetwing showed up.
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