Post by oakfire on Sept 10, 2020 21:12:49 GMT -6
Oakfire trotted into camp with a small brown rabbit swinging carelessly from his jaws. It was nearly an adult, fairly large as far as rabbits go, but it's inexperience with life had brought it to an early end. Oakfire had been waiting and watching it patiently for at least twenty minutes, inching ever closer, using the sun at his back to be his cover. Oakfire had learned early that his bright white pelt was a curse when it came to hunting and trying to remain unseen. Luckily his mentor had taught him to use the sun to his advantage instead, hiding in it to blind prey to his approach. The technique meant he could only do his hunting very early in the morning, or during dusk hours. The moor was not like the forest or even the river. It was open and exposed everything. Stealth was almost useless in such a wide area. The best skills in this landscape was speed and reflexes, luckily Windclan warriors were blessed with both.
Oakfire dropped the rabbit into the fresh-kill pile, his second one this morning. Among the two young rabbits that he caught, there were a few starlings and a handful of mice. The other warriors had also been successful it seemed. Birds were a favorite of his brother's, so he had no doubts that Hickoryfrost was responsible for the feathered contributions. Oakfire straightened himself back up and let his golden eyes scan across the moor. Where should he try next? Or should he wait a bit until the prey settled back down before running out to collect more fresh-kill? He knew the sun would soon rise too high for him to use again, so his decision was made for him. He would go out again sooner rather than later.
He glanced around camp as well, wondering if any of the other warriors would be back soon or were within visible distance. Perhaps he would benefit from the company of others. Rabbits were not easy things to catch, though sometimes he made it look that way. Sometimes he made mistakes and was spotted, or heard, and the rabbits and hares were down their nearest hiding spots before he had a chance to do anything about it.
Oakfire dropped the rabbit into the fresh-kill pile, his second one this morning. Among the two young rabbits that he caught, there were a few starlings and a handful of mice. The other warriors had also been successful it seemed. Birds were a favorite of his brother's, so he had no doubts that Hickoryfrost was responsible for the feathered contributions. Oakfire straightened himself back up and let his golden eyes scan across the moor. Where should he try next? Or should he wait a bit until the prey settled back down before running out to collect more fresh-kill? He knew the sun would soon rise too high for him to use again, so his decision was made for him. He would go out again sooner rather than later.
He glanced around camp as well, wondering if any of the other warriors would be back soon or were within visible distance. Perhaps he would benefit from the company of others. Rabbits were not easy things to catch, though sometimes he made it look that way. Sometimes he made mistakes and was spotted, or heard, and the rabbits and hares were down their nearest hiding spots before he had a chance to do anything about it.