PAFP Territory Late night drives || hunting Competition (temp cornfield camp)

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There was no gain in competition, yet Slugpaw had challenged him, and who was he to decline? Slug really gave him... Well, no option- and he intended to hunt anyways. Once he was sure that Yewkit was safe with Meadowpaw, he'd push his nose hesitantly to Meadowpaw's shoulder, before placing a rough paw on Yewkit. "I'll be back..." He murmured. "I'll bring us back something t' eat."

Slugpaw had already been gone for a bit, and Talonpaw was fine with giving the kid an extra headstart. His steps were careful through the muddy cornfields, but his maw opened gently, blue eye glinting as he took in the scents. He'd been doing a bit better with Merrystalks help, but he still wasn't entirely confident. He wouldn't exactly admit it aloud, but it was what it was.

Talon continued past the fields, slugpaws faint scent mingled in with the other cats the apprentice was with. If Merrystalk was here, perhaps he wouldn't have left alone- but his stomach growled, and even if the others wouldn't admit it, if he was hungry it only meant they were hungry. Talon just had to persist and bring back enough for the four of them. If not, well, he'd make sure they at least ate.

His steps trailed along in the outskirts of land he did not recognize, before he found something he did recognize. His form moved low, his head turning slightly to focus on the form of the bunny. A beat, and suddenly the boy leaped. Claws tore into hide, teeth embedding into the side of its throat and back legs kicking into the creature to assist in pinning and ending it's life. They always fought back, he had realized. Unlike the other prey they feasted on, rabbits were the most difficult. But, they were enough for two in his opinion.

@Slugpaw
Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.
 

SLUGPAW
I never feel like the bad guy
Slugpaw loathed Talonpaw.

The tom had come out of nowhere and started one upping him at absolutely everything. It wasn't fair. Slugpaw was a born and raised Windclanner, and he was used to being the absolute best without so much as flexing his paw. But now this annoying mouse-brained outsider wanted to come and one up him? It made his claws flex instinctively in the dirt. Not to mention he was getting awful close to Meadowpaw, something he hated to admit made him jealous... but the fact of the matter was that Slugpaw had always fancied her a bit --- not that he would ever be so forward with the medicine cat apprentice. It made his nose turn up in a scowl to see Talonpaw practically claiming her as his. The way he spoke to her, the way he looked at her. It made a bile rise in Slugpaw unlike anything else.

So, Slugpaw did the only thing he thought he could do: he challenged the tom to a hunting competition. The two had ended up with Meadowpaw in the cornfield camp, seperated from the rest of the clan by the flooding. Not that he really cared about that, even if it meant less people would be around to see his triumphant victory over this brat.

Slugpaw had taken off quick, already pissed off at how nonchalant the tom was taking this competition. He rose slowly, making sure to push his nose into Meadowpaw as he got up. Slugpaw could feel his fury rising as he watched them, but he was ready. His skills as a tunneller would certainly assist him here, he smirked to himself, thinking about how easy of a victory this was going to be.

With practiced efficiency, Slugpaw lowered himself to the ground, stalking slowly, a practiced motion as he pounced on a small bird. It was young, a bit frail, but it was prey and a catch nonetheless. He had heard Talon's large footsteps nearby, and padded towards his scent, nose in the air. His face contorted into one of rage, seeing Talon with a rabbit in his jaws. Slugpaw stared at him for a few moments before scoffing.

"Lucky catch," He muttered.

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    "speech"

    'thoughts'

    attempted action
    "other character's speech"


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    SLUGPAW is a brown marbled tabby tom with ginger eyes, a nicked right ear, and half a tail from a prior incident in his kithood. He carries himself with confidence and radiates a cocky aura.

    masculine, he/him
    9 moons, ages every 29th
    apprentice tunneler of windclan
    NPC x NPC, younger sibling of Staggerdance, Wormpaw, Snailpaw
    Mentored by Weaselchirp
    penned by @ASTEIRI ping on discord or post in #asteiris-astronomy for plots
 
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