WindClan||After the Last Hope||RP||Joining Thread Inside

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[align=center]Harespring's intentions were manifest, his ambitions, his desires. While he was of a composed nature and not generally close to some of the particular examples of aim, he did shamelessly claim the same golden apple of his eye, as many others before him. He wanted to be deputy- then leader. Harestar of WindClan. It almost had to good of a ring to not be true. The brown-and-white tomcat squared his shoulders as he withdrew from his nest, yawning casually as he entered the clearing, and settled down in the shadow of brush that lined the camp's perimeter. He soon commenced his morning groom, banishing the signs of slumber from his pelt with skilled swipes of his tongue, before allowing his hazel pools to flick around the grounds. He seemed to be the first awake, apart from the cat who stood guard. Would they mind conversation, he wondered? Harespring shook his head. They had a job to do, and he didn't wan to distract them. A deputy would let them the opportunity to preform at their prime.

The warrior wondered how long it would be until Ashfoot, the current deputy, aroused. He had been often initiating conversations with the she-cat, in hopes to win her good side, so she would report well to Onestar of his honor. While it would be simpler to merely head straight for Onestar's favor, the patched tomcat had to admit that the mottled tabby tom intimidated him. Once he had completed his grooming, the feline gathered to his paws and headed toward the camp's entrance, waving his tail to the guard in farewell before continuing on his way, never breaking stride passed that point. The thin warrior padded off, until the moorland engulfed his lean, well-muscled physique.

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[align=center]The lean warrior, unaware of Larkfeather's pursuit, continued forward at a thought-induced amble. His facial expression distant, Harespring contemplated on what course of action he would follow, to give his small fleet meaning. Hunting, perhaps- maybe even inspecting the border, to see if any threats were present. It was better to spot danger as early as possible, preferably in the infancy stages, so it could be crushed before it had the opportunity to swell into something problematic. Shaking his head, the tomcat cleared his thoughts and stopped in his tracks. Seemed like a firm enough plan. Tilting his nostrils to the air, Harespring inhaled, keen scent glands working the breeze for the trail of a hare. May as well start with hunting, since he was out here already on the field.

It didn't take him long to locate a potential meal, the soft emerald grasses brushing encouragingly against his ankles as he prowled toward the source of the scent. Though his physical language hinted nothing, Harespring detected Larkfeather's presence, but he did not confront the warrior. The large rodent he had been pursuing eventually came into sight, and the tomcat lowered himself down, steps light and silent as he crept stealthily forward. Unlike the other Clans, WindClan warriors did not have the cover of thick woodland and brush to shield them from the eyes of their prey. This made them particularly stealthy- though the title went to ShadowClan, for their shaded ways. Once enough distance had been closed, Harespring bunched the muscles of his haunches and forelimbs- then pounced. It was a brisk kill, but such was expected- the rabbit was quite young, and probably only just dispersed from its mother's watch.

Lifting the creature by its throat, he padded off toward a sheltered spot of heather, and buried the kill securely beneath it. Animals such as foxes, and even rogue cats, were known for digging up kills and claiming them for themselves, but even while no recent evidence had been collected supporting the lingering presence of either, Harespring was still cautious. He turned, then, glancing around, pondering whether he should continuing hunting, and head for the ThunderClan border, which was respectively nearer then their other neighbor.

Track, can't post right now ^^

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[align=center]Twitching his whiskers inquisitively, the tomcat did not make any further action, not wanting to hassle her, or annoy her by calling her out. Turning, he continued on his way toward the ThunderClan border, senses acute and keened for any potential hunting opportunities, as the moorland passed underneath him.

Ooc: So rushed, sorry ;-;