Skyclan - Senior Warrior - Female - 12 moons
― Mothshine had not bothered with asking for a weekly task. She had offered a barely there smile to Squidpaw, her apprentice, as she went about handing them out. With their numbers, it wasn't as if they needed her for anything in particular. No, she didn't need it. She could organize these things herself. Besides, what wasn't there to do? Borders, guarding, hunting. All of the extra precautions they were taking with the Bloodclan situation. Her paws were full enough. Leave the nest tending and den reinforcing to others for today. The games and the decorating. She simply couldn't be bothered this afternoon. This had been the entire point of what she had done, right? She had cut ties with her starry-eyed love. She had stolen back everything she had ever offered to her. She had let her go because she felt she had no choice. So, she couldn't exactly sleep away the hours. She couldn't ignore the world around her. She wanted to. Stars, how it hurt. So she had not brought herself forth for a task, but she had to try. Try and immerse herself into something. Anything that might pull her focus from the awful, Finchblossom shaped hole in her chest. There was something so cruel about having to wearing your pain silently. Something to be kept secret. She couldn't admit to what was wrong, or lean on her clanmates for comfort. It was precisely why things had to end. No more lying.
So, hunting it was. The ashen warrior drew in a slow breath, on the trail of a fine sized squirrel. She had to do something. With dragging paws, a heavy heart. She had to keep going forward. Her clan depended on her, didn't they? They needed her as much as she needed them. But how was she meant to be anything but distracted? She couldn't help herself. A wandering mind and one that was weary at best. At worst, she was so incredibly angry. She propelled forward, more motivated by frustration than desire to catch anything. Maybe a break. But then again, that wasn't the point of this. A few more bounds and she'd have him. They were built for this, weren't they? She had learned to climb the moment her legs--and leader--would allow it. At least she could belong there. Claws hauled her body up the wide trunk of a tree, prey so close she could nearly taste it. She moved with the agility passed down from Lavenderstar, aided by powerful legs sculpted by Skyclan genes. Up onto the branch and then--
Barely a claw away and then suddenly so far out of reach. Its bushy tail swished, mocking her, as it moved with ease right across to the next tree. It was gone as quickly as she had found it. Maybe even quicker. She blinked blazing amber eyes in the direction it had ran off in, before a growl rumbled in the depths of her throat. "Foxdung!" She spat it with a frustration built up from so much more than a missed piece of pray. She neither lacked skill nor was she particularly amazing at hunting. She was proficient. But she had missed plenty a bird or mouse before. Often something to be shrugged off. Simply move on to the next. She could laugh about it even. How different it was than the shrill yell she had let out, effectively scaring off any lingering prey in the surrounding area while she was at it. "Whatever." She grumbled it to herself, turning her back on that star-forsaken squirrel. It was anger felt for so much more than just this. Missing prey, missed love, perpetual exhaustion. So she stayed crouched among the branches, until something might give her a reason to carry on.