PEGASUS.
the ripper
Usually he tried not to stray this far into the Outskirts and away from Clan territory, for fear of running into The Family, but matters simply couldn’t be helped. He’d been lingering around ShadowClan’s border far too much these days, resulting in an uptick of patrols in the areas he tended to frequent. And, wanting to avoid the same thing happening in SkyClan, that left him with the Outskirts to turn towards for resources. ThunderClan was too land locked for his liking, and he didn’t know how to catch fish or rabbits- or rather, he didn’t want to make a fool out of himself attempting so.
Lingering near ShadowClan, in a forest usually shrouded in mist, Pegasus felt a bit more comfortable. While he couldn’t see possible enemies, they’d also have a hard time seeing him. Also the prey was easier to catch, with low vision and the moisture in the air obscuring scent and the sound of pawsteps. It was just a struggle to even pinpoint prey to go after.
The lilac Somali had chosen a spot with his back to a tree, eyes closer as he focused on hearing and scent in an attempt to know what was out in the mist. Nothing smelled fresh to him, and he couldn’t even hear anything scrabbling in the undergrowth. Perhaps it was too dreary for even prey, today? He thought they might have been foraging, getting ready for winter.