Hunting ((open))

[~*+Runningstorm+*~]

Runningstorm padded silently across the warm rocks, green gaze locked on an unsuspecting vole. With a small smile, he settled onto his haunches and sprang forward, catching the poor creature in his claws. It turned terrified eyes on him, and he nipped it's neck before it could screech and chase off the rest of the prey that might be on sunningrocks. Runningstorm set his kill down. It was nice and plump; he couldn't wait to bring it back for his Clan. I'd better catch more than this before I come home, though. With this thought, he plucked his vole up off the ground and carried it toward the trees near sunningrocks. The red tom stopped and cleared the earth off his other kill, a fat rabbit, and set the vole next to it. Then, he lightly buried the prey out of the sight and smell of other predators. He had only been hunting for a little while, and he was glad that he had had such luck so quickly. Runningstorm hurried back to sunningrocks to find some more food for his hungry Clan.

[Icestar]

Icestar jumped out of the trees not knowing Runningstorm was a Thunderclan cat and tackled him.
Midnightfur ran out of the trees. "Icestar, why are you tackling Thunderclan cats?"
Icestar looked down at Runningstorm and then got off of him. "I'm sorry." She meows.
Midnightfur rolls his eyes. "Come on Icestar we were going hunting." Midnightfur turns around and walks back into the trees.
"I'm really sorry." Icestar meows before heading off after Midnightfur.

[~*+Runningstorm+*~]

Runningstorm stiffened in surprise when Icestar jumped on him. He rolled with the other cat, but when he felt the weight disappear, he stood.
"Icestar, why are you tackling ThunderClan cats?" Runningstorm relaxed. Oh, it's just Icestar.
"I'm sorry," Icestar mewed to him.
"Oh, that's okay." Runningstorm replied. He hadn't been injured, only surprised. He watched the two cats walk away, and then shook his fur out. Well, that was unexpected, he thought with a smile, and then continued to walk down Sunningrocks in search of prey.

It was starting to get warmer out. Prey should be plentiful today. They'll want to get a drink and sun themselves. As he thought it, the scent of mouse hit him, and he pricked his ears. His warm amber gaze trained on the small creature, and he dropped nimbly into the hunting crouch. His red form blended into the scenery as Runningstorm crept up on his kill. He paused, and then pounced at the right moment. His teeth sank into the mouse's neck and it was dead. Runningstorm picked it up to bury it by the trees.

[Owlstar]

Ravenstream padded over to Runningstorm. "How's the prey?" He meows. "I need to catch some or Icestar's going to know that I haven't been catching anything for the clan."

[~*+Runningstorm+*~]

Runningstorm smiled politely at Ravenstream. "Hi. The prey is good today; maybe because it's so warm out." The red colored tom streched, enjoying the sun on his muscles. He straightened back up, and then spotted another mouse. Runningstorm flicked his tail to let Ravenstream know that he could get it, if he wanted.

[Owlstar]

Ravenstream got down into the hunters crouch and stalked forward. The mouse was now in reach and he jumped. With one bite in the neck the mouse was dead. Ravenstream picked up the mouse and walked back over to Runningstorm. He put it down and buried the dirt over it. "So how are you coming along? I'm pretty sure that you have caught a lot of fresh-kill by now." Ravenstream looks up at Runningstorm.

[Robinfeather]

Robinfeather slipped between a small gap between some of the SunningRocks. There! She thought. A vole. Robinfeather crouched, and crept forward. With a quick swipe, it was dead. She happily picked it up, and started walking back to camp.