Boredom, until you come creeping along. (Private, Luca. Still stalking you. xD)

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    Mistyfoot yawned as the sun went down. "Not much news today..." The black and white she-cat mewed to herself. She was a tomboy- not one of those annoying she-cats who acted like a big kit and refused to hunt. She swore to herself that she wouldn't get pregnant... Well, not that easily. She wished her friend was here, Thunderstorm. There was a tom who understood her- She wouldn't mate with him- Nah, she'd already tried that. He wasn't very good anyway. Back to the point, Thunderstorm understood Mistyfoot, and they were trouble together, the pair of them. A bunch of two saddo's who would dominate the world. Yeah, f***ing right.

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    OOC: Sorry gtg after this

    IC: Thunderstorm padded into camp with a vole in his mouth. He had just finished hunting and all he caught was a vole. He hastily placed the vole into the fresh kill pile and padded over to Mistyfoot.

    "Finally! Thunderstorm, it's boredom until you come creeping along. Now... What first? I saw loads of prey- particularly birds- near the sheds. They'll be gone in a few minutes."

    Thunderstorm smirked. "So what do you want me to do THIS time?" He asked with mischief in hins voice.

    "How many birds can ya catch in two minutes? Then we can scare kits at the nursery... Hehe." Mistyfoot had a smirk on her face. Why hunt - She could just nick some from the freshkill pile, nobody would know the difference. Probably, anyway.

    "We'd have to catch the birds together or they'll just fly away," Thunderstorm pointed out.

    Damn, plan ruined. Mistyfoot thought to herself. "OK, you go ahead, I'll catch up. There's something I wanna check out." Nodding her head, she didn't wait for Thunderstorm, and bounded off the long way to camp.

    Thunderstorm shrugged and stalked towords the shed with the birds by it. When he was close enough he pounced. Almost instantly all but one bird flew away. The one that didn't fly away was pinned under his claws. He glanced back to Mistyfoot to see if she was watching.

    Mistyfoot reached main camp, searching for the freshkill pile. Carrying a rabbit and a bird in her mouth, she daubed mud on her coat to make it seem like she had been hunting. "Thunderstorm! Look what I found- I mean hunted!" The she-cat sang in a happy voice.

    Thunderstorm looked at Mistyfoot with an unconvinced look on his face. "Did you really hunt all of those, that fast?" He asked.

    Mistyfoot quickly thought of a lie. "Well, the bird was lying around the sheds, killed and left there. So, an apprentice must have left it there... The rabbit hunted by none other than Moi."

    Thunderstorm looked at the rabbit. "Wow, you must be really a really skilled hunter if you caught a rabbit. All I found was a vole," He said suprized.

    "Really? Care to show me?" He asked as he killed the bird he caught. Then he padded closer to Mistyfoot.

    Eyeing a nearby rabbit, she stalked a rabbit and ran. Ran faster than she had before- claws sticking in thje rabbit. She smirked and grinned. "Your go."

    OOC: What would a rabbit be doing in the camp?

    IC: Thunderstorm looked away. "That was just luck... And why do I need to show you?"

    OOC: Beats me. I thought they weren't in main camp?


    IC: "Luck indeed." Mistyfoot snorted. "To prove that I'm a better hunter than you."

    OOC: I thought there wass only one camp... maybe I was wrong.

    IC: Thunderstorm looked back at Mistyfoot. "You were always the better hunter. I can't prove what's not true," He explained.

    Thunderstorm sighed. "Your missing the point. I suck at hunting," He explained.