𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁.
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abandoned as a helpless kit and left to the mercy of the wild, hollyhockfang's early life was marked by solitude and struggle. found and nurtur...
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❝ gotcha! ❞ goatgruff chirped, a squirrel tightly in her jaw, and a grimace upon her grey-and-black splattered face. the stumpy tailed she-cat gritted off with the prey in her jaws, to the pile in which the group had gathered.
stormstar advised a party of warriors ventured out to gather some prey, ready for the clans travel up to the two stumps: where they'd meet with thornclan, after they journeyed for a whole day. it was a typical event that whisperclan took part in. the hunting that was. gatherings were usual, typical for any clan, no matter their size or structure.
the group - put together by mothroar - consisted of antrunner, milkfang, goatgruff, hollyhockfang and both sweetpaw and wingpaw. this was hollyhockfang's first proper patrol as a warrior within whisperclan - and he was over the moon after being picked.
they were all relatively dispersed, and confident with the area in which they currently roamed and started hunting within: whisperclans old campgrounds. while it was often used for training purposes, the prey here was typically plentiful, and could usually be found lingering around the collapsed, old dens, picking and tugging at the materials to scurry back to their own dens with new nesting supplies.
hollyhockfang crouched low in the underbrush, his deepened brown eyes scanning the clearing with a determined focus. he'd heard stories of how the camp was before they had to move, before the flood that wiped out the old dens and the majority of the camp as well.
the place was steeped with ancient memories, and hollyhockfang felt uneasy about tainting the land with their paws. but, it was already put to use numerous times before, so the unease didn't settle for too long.
beside hollyhockfang, antrunner remained, and he moved with graceful stealth, his reddish tabby pelt darkened against the shadows of the trees that towered overhead. antrunner's whiskers twitched as he detected a faint rustling, signalling the presence of potential prey.
both warriors moved and carefully placed their paws as they stalked through the bushes, vanishing from the others that remained behind them. after exchanging a look and a silenced gasp of pure shock, hollyhockfang shuffled around and wandered back the way he had came.
❝ goatgruff, milkfang,❞ he whispered softly, yet loud enough for the ambling warriors to hear him. their heads turned and both raised their brows at the bi-coloured feline.
❝ antrunner and myself may need a paw or two to bring down some prey, ❞
the pair walked through the bushes yet again with their bodies trailing along the floor as they crawled back towards antrunners last location.
and there, before them, was a muntjac, grazing contently in an opening up ahead.
the cats shared a dumb-founded expression of disbelief at the creature. they figured if they put all their strength together, they could collectively chase and take down the hoofed creature and bring it back to camp. it would be more than enough food to go around.
