~ oatpelt ~
15 moons, tom, wc
cold... oatpelt shivered as he crouched down in the grass of the moors. fronds brushed against his pelt as he crept forward, ears swivelling around as he crept toward something. he wasn't entirely sure what it was- he wasn't upwind, but he wasn't downwind either... his belly brushed against the snow-covered ground as he continued following at a quickening pace, hoping desperately that it was a rabbit, coming out to search for food among the remains of the grass. it was when he lifted his head slightly to check on his progress, that he realised he was chasing a rabbit after all. the snow made it difficult to scent prey, the cold making his nose freeze up.
as he stalked within range of hearing (and seeing) the rabbit's paws pattering on the grassy ground, his legs began moving on their own. leaping toward it, he dropped directly on top of it and dispatched it quickly. then, his ears were alerted to another presence. whipping around on his paws, he spotted some white fur among the snow- it was difficult to see, that was probably why he hadn't seen it yet.
oh, he really hoped that he hadn't just stolen the catch from his fellow warrior.
Oatpelt was clearly not comforted by Sheepcurl taking that moment to calm down, as he seemed to shiver regardless, his pelt rippling with his discomfort at being scolded like he was still an apprentice. At one point, the young tom had been confident and proud, but the dog attack he had suffered had just beat the fight out of his spirit. Now he was anxious, paranoid, and fretful.
Those same, wide, pitiful eyes fixed on Sheepcurl as he finally looked up to him, with a saddened frown.
"I know." He mewed, "It's just hard to smell anything with all this snow. Taking a rabbit back in this weather, especially one that big... it was just..." He flattened his ears. "I got too excited." He stood up, and pawed the rabbit back toward himself.
"Are...are you sure? You caught it." He tried his best to make himself stand more upright.
🐑sheepcurl🐑
Seeing the tom just cower before him caused his chest to ache a little, had he been too harsh about him catching his prey? Absolutely, but at the same time the tom should have been paying attention to his surroundings in case a predators' were off to the side just waiting for the right time to strike and boom just like that oatpelt would be wiped off the earth for their carelessness. Scowling at the tom he let out a sigh as he closed his eyes for a moment his tail twitching rather aggressively as he tried his best to really calm down before he made his next choice of words.
"Oatpelt stand up, just pay attention next time, especially the fact that you could easily get hurt or even worse loose your life for being so careless." He stated rather coldly as he opened his eyes his gaze falling on the ginger feline. His claws worked into the earth below him as he watched the tom. Why the other was acting like that was beyond him and admittedly he didn't really care much about it.
A whirlpool of emotions coursed through the american curl, his mood changing from anger to a little bit of sorrow to just confusion in general. Ever since Littlepaw had disappeared without a trace he was left dazed and confused. For the longest time he had thought he caught glimpses of the ginger feline, the last meeting they shared at the docks had left him with countless sleepless nights. His heart ached, for once in his life he had thought he found just the littlest bit of hope and calmness, not that it mattered anymore.
Turning his head he scoffed a little, "Just take the stupid prey, quit cowering like that it makes you look weak." He calmly stated a frown plastered on his face.
oatpelt
windclan warrior
in an instant, oatpelt's eyes flattened against his skull, the rabbit dropping limp at his paws whilst the tom shrank back from the cat who had snapped at him. paws scuffling, his tail tucked between his legs, and twitched anxiously as he tried to figure out just what he could say. being snapped at made the tom wish the moors would open up and swallow him whole... anxiety clouding his mind, he stammered uselessly for a couple of moments, before his mouth closed suddenly.
"I'm sorry- I didn't see you..." He started, awkwardly. "You can take it, I don't mind...!" If that was what Sheepcurl was so concerned over, he prodded the rabbit toward him with a paw, glancing to the ground once more, a deep shame prickling at his pelt.
"It won't happen again, I should have been paying more attention." Bowing his head, he hoped that he seemed genuine enough, his eyes fully trained on the ground.
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🐑sheepcurl 🐑
It had been a few moons since he lost any and all contact with his friend, the one cat who he could barely tolerate just completely evaporated into thin air. As if it was just all but a figment of his imagination, as if he was a fool to believe that he'd find his 'one'. Throughout his apprenticeship he had found himself running into the thunderclan apprentice anytime he had found himself so close to the borders. It was almost as if they were seeking one another out. The last time he could recall was that one rainy day where they were huddled up underneath the docks.
His stomach turned slightly as he shook his head rather quickly trying to get his mind off the fellow, perhaps he had found someone within his own clan and moved on. How foolish was he for thinking of anything of that sort anyways. With the illness that had sprouted not to long ago and the civil war that had managed to break the clan in two the tom had figured there was a bit more better things to think about then some tom who he barely even knew anyways. Yet no matter what his thoughts trailed off to the feline every so often and just made him even more angry. Letting out a soft hiss the tom looked up in the cloud filled skies light snow kissed the grounds below falling every so often.
It had caused Sheepcurl to naturally blend in with his surrounding the only coloration he had were some light cream on his face and paws and his light blue hues that graced is rather white complexion. Taking a deep sigh he waited for a moment or so before he unironically caught wind of a rather dumb rabbit eyes narrowing as he crouched down slowly creeping forward as to not startled the prey before he made a leap to catch it.
Well..... he would have if it weren't for some foolish tom who had rather rudely intervened if he did say so himself. Anger flared in his eyes as he let out a rather harsh hiss, "You mouse brain! Catch your own bloody prey" He snarled his curled ears flattening against his skull as he stared coldly at Oatpelt. Was he being a little too harsh? Perhaps he was, did he care ? Not really it wasn't his fault the feline wasn't staying aware of his surrounding. "You're lucky I didn't jump for the kill when you did." He snapped he chest heaving as he tried his best to simmer down.