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Things... hadnt been going the greatest around here lately. The drought and famine had everyone weak and hurting, and it made Pale feel helpless. Now all he could do to keep from going crazy was hunt in every spare moment he had. It didnt change the amount of prey, but at least it greatened the odds if him catching something for his clanmates.

The young apprentice could be found on the moorlands doing so now. The stubby tailed tom was crouched low, body stiff as a board while he watched a sparrow flit about just ahead. Windclanners weren't the best bird hunters, but he had no choice other than to try now. Creeping forward slowly, Palepaw barely bared to blink as he prepared to pounce. Mere feet away now, all he had to do was jump, and -

The dried grass crunched under his feet as his weight shifted, and the noise alerted the bird, who soon flew off without so much as a sound. Released a frustrated grunt, the tom claws at the grass, hunger growling in his stomach yet again.

spiderpaw enjoyed walking around the moor at night, under the stars. it was much cooler at this time of night, which made him very comfortable strolling around, looking for any signs of food. he went for walks at night almost every other day, and so far, he hadn't encountered another clanmate out of camp, but tonight would be different.

spidey had been walking aimlessly, enjoying the cool night breeze, when he heard a soft cracking sound, and the sound of a bird's wings flapping as it flew away. the tom made his way over to where the noise had come from, and he spotted his brother, who appeared to be frustrated.

"hey, palepaw. what're you doing out here?" the tom inquired casually, moving through the relatively tall grass toward his brother.

The tabby apprentice was shaken out of his irritation at the sound of his brothers voice. It was good to have him around, considering they had four sister running around. Truth be told, Spiderpaw helped keep him grounded. His brother was much more rational and trusting than himself, so it balanced out his... temperamental personality.

He offered a smile to the other tom as he approached, though he couldnt quite make it genuine. The famine was troubling him, and the fact that he couldnt catch any prey just kept adding on to that stress. He couldnt help but feel a little responsible for his clans hunger.

"Well, I was attempting to catch a bird so we could feed some hungry mouths, but that clearly didnt work out," He replied, admittedly a bit bitterly. Seating himself, he shook out his ruffled pelt before turning his blue gaze towards Spider. "What about you? What're you doing out here so late?"