Patchedfur was hunting; she smelled the air for any prey. She dropped into a hunting crouch, and crawled to where she scented the sparrow.
She quietly unsheathed her claws. She waited for the right time, and then....pouched on the helpless bird. She caught it, but also landed on a side of her face.
The bird struggled, flapping its wings, “Uh! Be quit stupid bird!” Patchedfur spat. A few heart beats later, it gave up. There it lay, dead.
She has a small scar on the left side of her face, bleeding slowly, and there was dust all over her face.
The small scar on her face stung, but she got over it. Patchedfur then carried the pray back to FrostClan territory.
When she got back to camp, a familiar white-and-grey cat approached her. It was Whitefall, one of her friends, ever since she joined FrostClan.
“What happened, Patchedfur?” Whitefall asked looking at the dust and small cut on her face.
“Well, I fell on my face, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong.” Patchedfur answered shyly.
“I’m going to put this on the fresh-kill pile, maybe we could go hunting later, it’s a beautiful day.” Patchedfur mewed as she walked towards the fresh-kill pile, and put down the sparrow she caught. Some prey can’t give up without a fight... She thought as she looked down at the small bird she had recently caught.
Before you ask, NO, this didn't happen in a RP, I got booored.
Whitefall (c) right-full owner.
Patchedfur/Rp/Picture (C) ME.