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  • Raincloud felt a trickle of warm rain flow down her back. She blinked to get the warm water out of her crystal blue eyes. Her silver fur was plastered to her skin and she looked skinny and feeble.

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  • Jackel crouched under the bush, claws digging into the dirt. The mouse sat, nibbling a nut, unaware of the danger it was in. Jackel stalked forwards, placing one paw in front of the other, making sure he stayed downwind of the mouse. When he was a couple of tail lengths away, he pounced. The mouse didn’t stand a chance. Jackel carried his kill back to where Ravenshard and Flintdark were waiting. The three had been travelling alone for the past few days.
    ~
    Ravenshard looked up as her father returned, a mouse clamped in his jaws. She purred. It had been the first prey they’d scented since morning. Though it wasn’t much, it would keep them going until they found something bigger.
    ~
    Flintdark felt his belly rumble with hunger as his father set the mouse on the ground. He padded over and crouched next to it. The three cats took turns eating bites of the mouse until it was gone. Flintdark licked his muzzle. He hoped they found something else to eat soon.

    I hope this is on-point with what you’re trying to do here, Spotted. You didn’t give much instruction on how the roleplay was supposed to go, so…

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  • Frostsong-
    She felt defeated. Her other half was lost, and she wasn’t powerful anymore. Her belly growled with hunger, and she sat down to eat a mouse she had caught.

    Dreamlight-
    This wasn’t her fault. None of it. It wasn’t her fault that the gods split them in half. Right?

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    • Jackel snorted. “The three of us are the best hunters in EtherClan, but we can’t hunt on empty stomachs. We’ll bring back something later.” He flicked his tail. “Ravenshard. Flintdark. Let’s go.” He left without waiting for Raincloud’s response.
      “Father. Was that wise?” Ravenshard murmured as they walked deeper into the forest.
      “Probably not,” Jackel replied with a grin. “But it was fun.” Flintdark nodded in agreement. Ravenshard rolled her eyes, silently cursing toms and their ridiculousness.
      “You’re going to get us in trouble,” she hissed, keeping her voice low in case someone was listening.
      Flintdark huffed. “I hate it when you’re right.”
      “You hate it when I keep you alive?” She countered, raising her eyebrows. “Just try and stay out of trouble, both of you.” Jackel was a bit taken aback by the way his daughter was speaking to him, but he knew she was right.
      “Fine. We’ll do it your way at camp. But out here, I’m in charge,” he compromised. Ravenshard nodded, satisfied. “Now let’s track down something big enough for the whole clan.” The three cats lapsed into silence as they slipped between the trees.

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  • Pink Dawn crouched, getting ready to leap on an expecting mouse. It was nibbling on some nuts, and didn’t expect a thing. Pink pounced, and killed it swiftly with a bite to the neck.
    (Is there a plot we can roleplay around?)

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  • Sheila purred as the rain dropped down her back.
    Reminds me of home. She thought happily.
    I should probably get back hunting, but a few more moments won’t hurt. I’ll just bring back something big.

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  • Jackal followed the river to the waterfall that was it’s source, his kits trailing behind. “Remind me why we’re here?” Ravenshard asked.
    “Just follow me,” Jackal said shortly. He leapt onto a rock in the middle of the stream, then dove through the waterfall. Ravenshard and Flintdark exchanged a glance. Flintdark shuddered, shaking his head. Ravenshard shrugged, then followed her father’s path. Flintdark sighed loudly, then leapt onto the rock. Bracing himself for the cold shock of water, he leaped through.
    The waterfall hid the entrance to a sizable cave. “Woah,” Ravenshard murmured as she glanced around at the shimmering moss that lined the walls, giving light to the small enclosure.
    “I found this a few days ago,” Jackal informed. “No one else knows about it.”
    “Cool. Except do we have to go through that every time we come in and out?” Flintdark complained, shaking the water out of his fur.
    “Oh, quite complaining. If you’d swim more, you’d be used to it.” Ravenshard hadn’t bothered to shake out her fur.
    “Says you. You’re practically a fish,” Flintdark muttered, examining some of the glowing moss.
    “Say that again, to my face,” Ravenshard snarled, whirling on her brother.
    “Ravenshard, Flintdark, that is enough,” Jackal hissed. “This moss is dry, scrape some off for nests. I’m going to find more prey.”
    “What about bringing some for EtherClan?” Ravenshard prompted.
    “Did you really think I had any intention of doing that?” Jackal replied.
    “Not really,” Ravenshard muttered.
    “See you later. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone. And stay close to the den.”
    “Yes, father,” they chorused.
    “Good kits,” Jackal purred, leaping through the waterfall once more.

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  • Momo narrowed his eyes in anticipation as he stalked the squirrel.
    Closer, closer…. ther-! Momo had set his foot down on a Leaf, and it’s crackle was like thunder.
    The squirrel shot off towards the closest tree, but Momo snarled And pelted after it.
    Dumb forest! It’s so quiet here, every pawstep is like a yowl! Momo hated how quiet the forest was compared to the old jungle, every inch of that place was alive! Here half the ground is dead leaves and the other half is rocks.
    Momo raced up the tree after the squirrel and managed to snap his teeth around it’s tail. It squealed in protest, and he bit it’s neck.
    “Sorry…” He mumbled, wincing at the pain he had caused it. He jumped elegantly down to the ground and held his prize.
    “Impressive.” Sheila purred as she slid out of the bushes, a small vole in her jaws. “But sloppy. You need to get used to how much softer the forest is.”
    “Bat uh cu-“ He placed the squirrel down and corrected himself, “But I can’t! I don’t even know how these cats sleep with nothing around them!”

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    • Basically, so far, Night died along with her soulmate. Jackal has been sassy and people have hunted. That’s what I know. 🙂

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