A Blind Hunt

[//Sunneh// is FuMiNg]

[glow=navy,2,300]Thicketheart[/glow]

The harsh winds of CloudClan territory tore through the open plains, causing the long grass to ripple like water. A lone rabbit sat on its haunches, nibbling on a strand of grass. A bloody wound marked its shoulder, making its movements slow and difficult. It started in alarm as a lithe she-cat pounced out of the shadows and bit down on its throat, killing it instantly.

Thicketheart released the rabbit, then swiped her mouth with her tongue. Rabbit had always been her favorite, but it was difficult for her to catch them, what with her blindness. Luckily this one was wounded, and the strong scent of blood lead her to it.

The rabbit was too big to bury, so Thicketheart took it back in her jaws and started padding back towards camp, relishing the familiar scents of the plains. She barely got to leave camp, and when she did, she usually had a "hunting party" with her. Hunting party my tail, she thought bitterly. More like an escort.

[Raccoonstar]

Nightleaf looked at Thicketheart's rabbit. She was still sad from Echospirit's death, but she was ignoring it for now. "Nice rabbit." Nightleaf spoke. She picked up the wounded rabbit and and ate it in a swift few gulps. Yum. Rabbit was her second favorite, but only to blackbird. Thicketheart glared at her. Had she made a remark about her blindness somehow? Oh well. Thicketheart was always bitter these days. Nightleaf checked her herbs supply. Full as ever, even with no patients to heal. Nightleaf quietly mourned poor confused Echospirit, and quietly slept in her den, grateful for the rabbit.

[//Sunneh// is FuMiNg]

Thicketheart

Thicketheart nearly jumped out of her tabby pelt as a cat silently padded up behind her and took the rabbit. She let out a sigh of irritation as she realized it was Nightleaf. She glared at the medicine cat as she wolfed down Thicketheart's rabbit. Thicketheart selected a vole from the fresh-kill pile, then carefully stripped it of all meat, avoiding the small bones that could easily choke her.
After she swallowed the disassembled vole, she padded to the spot where she usually slept, then curled up. She wondered how other clans could stand sleeping in dens, unable to see the stars.