Hunting

Hunter

The dew sparkled on each blade of grass, growing duller as the sun evaporated the drops. Footsteps could be heard as Bloodripple quietly padded out of the medicine den. the sun had just begun to rise and shone streaks of dazzling light through the tall mighty trees. 

Bloodripple took a moment to bask in the sunlight, her black pelt had a sheen like that of a crow's feather, her orange stripes like fire tearing through her pelt. She was enjoying herself so much she nearly forgot that she had to collect borage leaves so they would have it in stock during leaf-bare. She briskly got up and started to trot out of the hollow which was getting lighter every moment. Her mouth was open to detect even the slightest hint of herb.

She continued trotting around the territory until the sharp scent of borage woke her senses, she immediately followed the scent underneath an old tree where she found a fresh clump of it. She carefully nipped at the stalks of the mint-like leaf with blue star like flowers. She was about to head back to camp when she detected a rustle in the nearby leaves. She placed the borage on the ground and stalked towards the noise with her haunches in the air and tail low to the ground.

She found a water vole nibbling on a nut in the forage of leaves in all shades of orange and brown. She steadied her breathing and crept forwards, careful to keep her tail still. She never had proper hunting training but she saw cats do it all the time so she wiggled her haunches then with great strength, leapt through the air as if she was a heron flying. Her pounce ended squarely on the vole. It struggled under her paw and she quickly locked her jaws around it's small neck then crunched down. She bit too hard, resulting in watery blood spattering on the colorful leaves and her paws. She licked her lips and began to dig down into the still warm flesh of the vole, mentally thanking starclan for the prey. she quickly gulped down the last bits of meat and buried the bones. Her cold amber eyes glowed with satisfaction, the sun was higher in the sky now and reflected against her retina causing a color shift in eye color, bedazzling to see.

She hurried back and collect the borage leaves, careful not to bite into the plant in fear of wasting its sharp, tangy and bitter juice.