My bark is worse then my BITE [o]

[FROSTbite]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/6111/frostbitemidcopy.jpg,true] The newly named medicine cat padded along the border that connected Thunderclan and Skyclan together. Taking her time she would glance over at the other side just to make sure they were behaving. A col wind blew past her and behind her left a trail of paw prints in the snow. Looking up with her green eyes the sky was a bit dark but thats what usually happened after it snowing. Another gust of wind told her that another few set of flurries might be heading their way. Letting out a breath and seeing the frost exit her mouth she could see the temperature was dropping. Walking gracefully through the snow she spotted a few herbs that she might need. Jumping over snow covered logs she came to the herbs and sadly.. they were dead. She couldn't use these on her clan mates. A shiver ran through her spine as she stood frozen just looking around her snow covered home. She had been up all morning trying to find herbs she was able to use and that were useable. The medicine cats stomach growled and she felt her mouth water. Frostbite hadn't eaten for over three days. Yet she hardly ate at all but never went this long with out food. She was a mean medicine cat but knew when the clan came first. Times like these, they did. A little hint of worry came to her eyes as she looked back down at the dead plant. Giving a swallow she padded past the plant and decided it was time to head back to camp. Trotting back to camp she felt something wet hit her nose. Looking up she could see already that the snow was starting to come again. Blinking she looked back to where she was walking and kept up a steady pace back camp.

[cinderfoot]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/1z64cbt.jpg] WARM. Cinderfoot felt warm. And comfortable. He dreamed lazily, drifting in and out of dreamland as the night crept to an end and daylight crept toward the horizon. His biological clock was telling the young warrior it was almost time to get up but Cinderfoot protested, dragging it out as long as he could. He felt warm and comfortable in his moss and feather nest with his clanmates nestled up around him for warmth against leaf-bare's chill. UNFORTUNATELY, he couldn't drag out the comfort forever. IT was a rough prod in the belly that roused Cinderfoot as dawn was creeping over the horizon. Green eyes blinked blearily as the solid gray tom raised his head in time to see his sister, Sparrowfeather, flop down in the nest next to him with a tired huff. Purring softly in amusement, Cinderfoot leaned over and rasped his tongue over her ears a few times as she fell asleep snuggled up next to their brother Barkstripe. She'd been out all night on a patrol and less than coordinated in coming into the den, thus poking him in the belly, as was Sparrowfeather's way when tired. Either way it was getting light out and he needed to get up anyway. Without an apprentice and leaf-bare well on its way, Cinderfoot was on almost constant hunting duty these days. It suited him alright, he was a fair enough hunter, but the cold was far less pleasant than being snuggled up with his clanmates in a warm peaceful den. Still, hunting needed done and someone had to do it. As though to remind him of the importance of hunting the young tom's belly protested angrily to remind him it was empty. That was the last motivation he needed to disentangle himself from his warm nest. No sooner had he risen than Sparrowfeather shifted over to take his warm spot, muttering sleepily as she did so. ROLLING his eyes he left his slumbering siblings and clanmates for the cold clearing. The fresh kill pile heralded little by way of prey so Cinderfoot snagged nothing more than a mouse. Wolfing it down in three bites, the young warrior set off at a brisk trot, snow crunching under his paws. The morning progressed quickly enough with buffeting winds and a chill that crawled through Cinderfoot's gray fur to seep into his bones. His pelt, like all the others', had grown out to accommodate the season but still he felt the chill acutely. As the hours rolled on without any progress, the sun climbing higher in the cloudy sky and bringing nothing but occasional flurries, Cinderfoot started to lose hope of finding anything worth bringing down until he paused beneath a large oak. On the cold breeze, nipping his nose, was the scent of a rabbit. Atop his head, Cinderfoot's triangular ears perked up and he raised his head, green eyes narrowing as he carefully searched the white landscape. HIS gaze found a snowdrift around the roots of a nearby maple tree, its limbs bare for the season. Just over the top of the snowdrift, a faint flicker of movement. Going completely still, Cinderfoot waited, muscles tensed under his pelt. Another flicker. Rabbit ears appeared over the top of the snowbank. The very tip of Cinderfoot's tail twitched and his mouth watered at the idea of a kill. Somebody's belly would be filled with that rabbit. OF course, Cinderfoot was no WindClanner. Rabbits were fast and it wasn't like Cinderfoot was overly light on his feet. To make up for this he approached carefully, stealthily. His belly brushed the cold snow as he circled around to ensure the rabbit didn't catch wind of him. At last, he sprang over the snowbank, claws out and seeking rabbit fur. The little beast bolted out from under his paws, zigzagging across the wintery landscape with the ThunderClan warrior hot on its heels. Cinderfoot chased the little animal through the snowy forest kicking up fine powder behind him as he went. Just as the rabbit vaulted over a snow covered log, Cinderfoot launched himself forward. This time his claws hit home. The curved appendages sank into the rabbit's soft fur and warm flesh. On the other side of the log, Cinderfoot landed with his front paws pinning the rabbit and lashed out as quick as a striking adder, landing a neat killing bite on the squealing beast's neck. Panting from the run, heart hammering in his ribs, Cinderfoot looked up from his kill when he heard, for the first time, footsteps in the snow. Pale green eyes zeroed in on the figure of a fine white she-cat with eyes of green more vibrant than his. WAVING his tail behind him in an S-shape, Cinderfoot grinned. "Hi Frostbite," he called, still panting a bit through his greeting as he stepped off the kill. "Didn't think anyone else was mousebrained enough to be out here." GLANCING back over his shoulder at himself, Cinderfoot saw bits of snow clinging to his fur. His legs were damp from kicking up snow as he ran and more snow was settling on his back as he stood still. Giving himself a shake, Cinderfoot checked again. Nope, still looked windswept from running. Giving up on saving his appearance, he looked back to ThunderClan's newest medicine cat and just grinned, still a little high from the thrill of a successful hunt, his mood as bright as if today were the middle of greenleaf and nothing could go wrong instead of a hungry leaf-bare. Frostbite had a reputation about her, not the most friendly of cats, but Cinderfoot had his own reputation for his laid back attitude and easy friendliness. Right now he was about as happy as he could get, pleased that at least someone would benefit from his early morning rising and long hours in the snow. Not to mention it wasn't even sunhigh yet so there was still plenty to time to find more. If he got really lucky he might find a rabbit den with more rabbits or perhaps some fat mice living comfortably around the twolegplaces scattered here and there through the territories. That was only if he got really ambitious of course but still, it was an option for easy prey. Tagged:: Frostbite Words:: 1043 Song:: "Collide" by Howie Day Notes:: I don't understand why my posts are so short...I must be rusty [/style]

[FROSTbite]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/6111/frostbitemidcopy.jpg,true] The could colored medicine cat heard her name being called and she glanced to see who it was. Raising hereyebrow she looked at the tom then at why he was panting so hard. With her mouth watering she could smell that rabbit all the way from where she stood. Frostbite didnt really want to go over and talk to him. She just wanted to go on her way and go back to her warm den and sort the herbs she knew she was able to use to help heal cats. Before Frostbite knew it she felt her paws leading her towards Cinderfoot and then stopping not far from him to where she was able to see the dead rabbit and the exhausted warrior. Glancing from one animal to the other she didnt say something right away. She only thought about how that warm meat would fill her stomach in seconds and she would be set for another two days. Yet she didnt need it. She wasnt weak. Having her fur get pushed back from the wind her eyes teared up from the wind also. blinking the tears away she finally mewed, "If I was mousebrained I wouldn't be pretending I was a windclan cat.."

[/b] With that she looked down at the rabbit then back at the tom. It was a nice catch. For a elder. Not being able to take her eyes off the rabbit she asked, "Just because I'm the medicine cat of this clan doesnt mean I need to be treated like an apprentice and think i'm not allowed to be out of camp looking for things I need.."[/b] Her green eyes shot to Cinderfoot and she didnt break her gaze for almost a long minute.

Looking back through the trees she looked to Skyclan territoy and fell silent. They were home now. There wasnt a lot of talk about it in the camp. As if they couldnt come at more worse time then this. Prey was low and now the clan would be fighting twice as hard for prey. Frostbite zoned out and forgot there was another cat with her.

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[cinderfoot]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/1z64cbt.jpg] WHEN Frostbite finally padded over, the young tom had to admit he was mildly surprised. Normally Frostbite ignored everyone unless they were bleeding, in pain or ill. Sometimes even then she had to ignore them for a bit if there were multiple ailments at once so she could tend the worst of it first. It didn't get past Cinderfoot however that her gaze was drawn instantly to the rabbit. Again, not a huge surprise. Everyone was hungry these days. Not only because it was leaf-bare either. Light green eyes flickered toward SkyClan territory. The fifth clan, home at last to claim their portion of the lakeside territory. Behind him, Cinderfoot's tail twitched at the idea. He was plenty friendly, to most cats. For some reason though SkyClan felt wrong, like they were just intruding, taking territory needed to feed the four clans that were here first. He glanced down at the rabbit, not missing that Frostbite was eyeing it quite hungrily even as she growled at him that she wasn't an apprentice. A medicine cat probably forgoing food so others could eat and warriors struggling to mash together some sort of prey to fill empty bellies. "WELL at least WindClan techniques seem to bring in prey and I didn't mean to insult you and you know it," Cinderfoot purred in amusement, letting the venom in Frostbite's words pass him by. "Just didn't imagine there would be much out here for a medicine cat is all." Lowering his head, Cinderfoot tucked his nose under the rabbit's cooling body and flipped it with a quick jerk of his head so it rolled toward the white-pelted medicine cat. "You can have it if you want. You look hungry and the clan needs a healthy medicine cat." The purr was gone in those words, instead his voice more serious but still managing to portray genuine generosity in the offer. ACCORDING to the warrior code as Cinderfoot was taught, queens, elders and medicine cats fed first anyway. Frostbite certainly looked plenty hungry and it was far from Cinderfoot to deny a hungry cat just because they weren't in camp. If she really got to being a stickler for rules she could always take it with her back to camp. It would be better than Cinderfoot burying it in the snow where a fox or some other scavenger might find it, dig it up and take it. Or it was always possible Frostbite would get stubborn and refuse it, claiming the clan needed it more which she'd probably do if Cinderfoot was to believe the clan grapevine about Frostbite's rather potent personality. Cinderfoot wasn't a fool though, even if he wasn't a genius. He'd get Frostbite to take the rabbit if it killed him, which it might if her claws were as sharp as rumors said. Still, he had to try. It was a warrior's duty to take care of the medicine cat since the medicine cat took care of the warriors. It all came full circle in the end, even if Frostbite liked to think she was a bit above it all. "I have more hunting to do and I don't want a fox running off with that," Cinderfoot nodded to the rabbit laying at Frostbite's feet. "So you can have it or, if you're going back to camp you can take it with you and eat it later but you do need to eat." TURNING around, leaving the dead rabbit with Frostbite, Cinderfoot leaped up onto the snowy log he'd jumped over when catching the unfortunate little beast. Using sweeping motions with his paws, he tossed snow off of the rough, slightly soggy bark. He reclined on his haunches on the newly bared patch since he had no love of sitting on the snow. Casting one last friendly smile toward the grumpy she-cat, he turned his gaze to the woodland around them. To his right, the land rose steadily into the foothills. All around them, skeletal trees reached toward the pearly gray sky heavy with snow clouds. From down here it looked like the thin fingers of the tree branches were actually holding the sky up, even though Cinderfoot knew that wasn't true. He looked up at the sky, trying to imagine the stunning blue of a newleaf day with friendly puffy white clouds instead of dreary gray. He imagined the trees once again heavy with vivid green leaves and branches weighed down with flitting songbirds and their nests. OF all the things he missed, the birds was probably the biggest thing. They were a great source of food once you got good at catching them. Not Cinderfoot's personal skill but he did favor bird over other sorts of prey. Mainly though Cinderfoot just liked listening to their racket. Even when he had to hunt alone during greenleaf and newleaf, he could rely on birdsong to accompany him when other warriors wouldn't or when he just had the urge to hunt alone for a bit of peace and quiet. Birds were colorful too, another thing Cinderfoot missed during leaf-bare. The landscape looked all washed out with gray sky, white snow and brown tree trunks. Still, he knew greenleaf and newleaf would come again. Hopefully greencough and whitecough would leave the clans be this year while they struggled to adapt to having a new neighbor. Again his gaze flitted to the nearby SkyClan border. Once upon a time that territory had been ThunderClan's, vital hunting ground that they sorely needed this leaf-bare. As an apprentice, Cinderfoot just like everyone else had hunted there, sweeping every inch of the territory possible in search of food when the snows were deep and the wind was bone-chillingly cold like now. Now both ThunderClan and ShadowClan suffered the loss of territory and yet there was no real news from SkyClan. Cinderfoot couldn't even remember the last time he'd seen a patrol along the new border. "THEY'RE so quiet," Cinderfoot said, talking more to himself than Frostbite but speaking loud enough that she could hear him if she so chose to. Selective hearing and all that. Cinderfoot let his eyes sweep the trees beyond the border as the wind buffeted him as he perched atop the log surveying what there was to see. Tagged:: Frostbite Words:: 1043 Song:: NA Notes:: exact same word count twice in a row...never did that before... [/style]

[FROSTbite]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/6111/frostbitemidcopy.jpg,true] About to protest Frostbite heard her stomach and she couldnt refuse. She did need to eat. She had probably lost a few pounds already in a few days from not eating. With surrender in her eyes she nodded only once and went quiet. She watched the tom jump up onto the log and wipe the snow off the tree. Rolling her eyes she glanced to where the warrior was looking. Something about that clan didnt seem right. She looked at Cinderfoot when he said they were so quiet. "Well of course they are quiet! They arent going to come back yelling through the forest announcing their arrivel."

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Frostbite stood feeling her paws go numb but she didn't care. Already she felt the uneasyness between the tom and Skyclan. All clans had every right to be on their toes. Only Starclan could understand why they came back and what was going to happen in the future. Letting out a breath she still kept her eyes on the territory infront of her. Lifting her head a bit she thought she saw a skyclan cat looking back at her but seeing the now was falling a bit heavier it could have been a mirage. The last thing this cat needed to do was assume things. Her job was to heal cats not get into the brawl of what Skyclan was doing of every minute of every day.

Border patrols would be doubled. Sent marks would be stronger. Battles would break out for some stupid reason. It was bad enough Frostbite lost a kit a few moons ago to the harsh winter. Her heart fell to her stomach but the thing Frostbite nenver did was form a bond with her patitents. It was sad when one died but it was easier to move on from. Frostbite did all she could with the kit but only so much could have been done.

"I wouldnt worry about them. The lat thing they want to do is start anything with anyone. They are more worried about us then we are of them. Yes time will be harder but.. we just have to manage like we always have. I suggest dont battle with them unless we really need to. no sense in losing cats over something stupid."[/b] she mewed with an ear twitch here and there. She didnt make eye contact with Cinderfoot but still with the trees and snow. Feeling like a warrior again she forgot what it was like to be worried about clan safty. Yet it couldnt be any different then it was now with healing cats are worrying for their safty.

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[cinderfoot]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/1z64cbt.jpg] IT took quite a bit on Cinderfoot's behalf to keep the gray tom from purring in amusement at Frostbite's crankiness. She reminded him of Barkstripe in some ways, always with a kink in his tail and a frown on his maw. She did have a point though. Leaving the white she-cat to her meal, Cinderfoot returned his green gaze to SkyClan. They wouldn't want to kick up more of a fuss than they were already making, what with moving borders and all that. It would be interesting though, to see what came of them at the Gathering, how they handled and presented themselves. If they did at all. Would spending generations in more or less isolation leave SkyClan in a position where they didn't bother with showing up at a Gathering? Cinderfoot hoped not. Surely StarClan wouldn't abide by it and the other clans certainly would be offended. Just the other day as he'd been hunting near the WindClan border, Cinderfoot had listened in to a patrol as it went by. They had been well in their borders so he hadn't shown himself but Cinderfoot had listened to one of the warriors explaining to an apprentice how the borders had shifted when SkyClan had come to the lake. FRANKLY the warrior hadn't sounded too pleased about it so Cinderfoot assumed the other clans might not be so happy either. At least they saw each other, glimpsed one another across borders and streams and the like. Cinderfoot had, as of yet, not laid eyes on any SkyClan warriors. No patrols or hunters or curious apprentices that got too close to the border. There was just...nothing. SINKING from his tall sitting position into a crouch atop the log, Cinderfoot swept his tail up to curl around his side. The tip of it barely came to lay over his front paws. "You make a good argument as always Frostbite," Cinderfoot conceded. Needless fighting, injured warriors and dead warriors were terrible no matter what the season but in leaf-bare it just seemed worse. One warrior unable to hunt was one less warrior that could be out hunting. "Still, I just hope the other clans see it that way. ShadowClan might try to rush into something if they feel like SkyClan is plotting or something silly like that. All it takes is one border fight to make a clan start calling for alliances and turning the snow red by the end of a moon." That Cinderfoot knew of, ThunderClan hadn't ever really been allies with ShadowClan, in fact most elders used them as bad guys in kit-tales, but still, if ShadowClan wanted to be tactical they would try to block in SkyClan and have ThunderClan fight from the other border if it came to that. SHAKING his head, the gray tom wondered if the cold was freezing his brain or something. Normally Cinderfoot didn't think about wars and battles and possible spying enemies. What business was it of his if SkyClan was being a little reclusive? Maybe they just weren't sure where they stood? Sitting up again, Cinderfoot leaped down off the log so he didn't have such a good vantage point of the territory in question. It was nearly sunhigh and there were hungry cats in camp, just like Frostbite, that needed feeding. If it took him that long to find one stinking rabbit, who knew how long it would take to find more? If he got lucky maybe he'd come across a few squirrels to fill some bellies. He'd heard a few chattering earlier, racing through skeletal branches, not quite in their winter stupor yet. Looking over at Frostbite, Cinderfoot rattled around the idea of asking her if she'd like to join him. She'd either tell him his head was full of fox dung and she was going back to her warm den and herbs, or she would accept though it would be a surprise and he'd be left with her pleasant company for however long she designed to hunt with him. BY nature it was his first instinct to offer an invitation. Cinderfoot was a cat that enjoyed company, even better or short tempered company like Frostbite's. It couldn't hurt to offer anyway. If she told him no, she'd go back to her den and he'd be no worse off than before. "I think I know the answer to this one but would you like to join me for a hunt?" Cinderfoot asked, no hint of bitterness or irritation in his voice. Not like his siblings. It was no secret that Sparrowfeather and Barkstripe had no love for Frostbite and her sharpness. Good thing Cinderfoot had been a peacekeeper most of his life, moderating fights and getting snapped at quite a bit. It just didn't bother him the way it did some cats. If nothing else it might surprise Frostbite that someone was voluntarily offering to be around her for a longer period of time than it took to pull a thorn out of a paw pad. Tagged:: Frostbite Words:: 835 Song:: NA Notes:: awful >.< but i'm being rushed so i've gotta leave it there [/style]

[FROSTbite]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/6111/frostbitemidcopy.jpg,true] The Medicine cat listened to the warrior. Sadly she really didnt care about what he said. She just liked making a point and leaving it that way. Yet with Skyclan coming back she did have to listen to everything. You never know what she was able to pick up. Hearing about shadowclan already she was welcoming that part of his speech with an eye roll. Shadowclan. The place she was born from. The clan that has changed so much ever since she left it to come here. Not wanting the rabbit to get cold she took a few bites of the animal and waited. If she ate the whole thing in one bite she would still feel hungry, yet if she ate it slowly the more full she would feel. "Well the only way we fix Shadowclan's little delima is to not be like Shadowclan. I'm sure we will help out Skyclan but only to an extent. We arent going to hold their paws every step of the way through this mess. Least thing we can do is let them know we are here to help. I'm more then sure they have lost many cats on the way back home and they might not be as strong as they once was. Yet just letting them know if they do need anything we are here to help. It's like welcoming a kit into a clan. Your not just gonna ignore the little turd and not give it food and milk to help it grow. It's a kit. You can only do so much for them and in time they will learn to stand, hunt, fight and breathe all on there own."

[/b] Taking another bite of the rabbit blood spilled onto the snow. Sometime in the future that will be cat blood sadly.

Just hope our leader will want to help. The last thing we need is to have all the clans turn against one and start a war. We need for a clan to know we are able to help. If we are ever in trouble we have something to lean on..[/i] she thought.

"I came out here for herbs not to walk around like a lost kit looking for its mother. Your asking me to hunt when really what any sort of prey will want to come out at this time. The snow is getting heavier and thicker as we speak and stand here discussing about pointless things that don't really matter to us."[/b] Yet taking one split second she mewed,

"I will hunt with you.."[/b]
How Frostbite truly missed the feeling of hunting. She hadnt hunted for herself or for the clan in ages. Getting her bood pumping and feeling the wind in her face is what she missed the most. Yet she could feel that same way with an annoying apprentice in her den asking twenty question but this.. would be very nice to feel again. Who knew, maybe this was the last and final chance she would ever get to feel like a warrior let alone an apprentice again.

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[cinderfoot]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/1z64cbt.jpg] FROSTBITE'S response wasn't the one Cinderfoot had expected but it was one he welcomed with a purr and a smile. He didn't know a whole lot about Frostbite, not on a personal level. He could remember her being brought into the clan though and all the rumors and gossip that followed. It was hard changing clans, at least that was what Cinderfoot had been told, it was taboo, you just didn't do it. It was betrayal against your own blood and kin, a filthy thing. He'd been an apprentice at the time and all around him, mentors had been warning their apprentices to be wary of her, to not trust her because she wasn't born in ThunderClan. Not his mentor. Poppyleaf had a personality much like his and had warned him against judging the white she-cat before he knew her. While the opportunity had never arisen since she chose to become a medicine cat and he remained a warrior, it just hadn't happened. At least now most of the clan had chosen to forget her ShadowClan heritage. She was a medicine cat and that's what mattered. Even if the clan was uneasy about her sharp manner and blood, she was still StarClan's approved medicine cat for the clan. "I'D be honored to have your company," Cinderfoot said with a chuckle. EXTENDING his front paws and arching his back, the young tom stretched luxuriously before straightening up, belly damp from brushing the snow. White flakes were settling on his sooty fur, catching in the winter-long strands. With a flick of his tail, Cinderfoot set off through the snow. A taller or perhaps a light-footed WindClan cat could walk easily over snow but Cinderfoot had enough muscle and heft to him to make his feet sink into the snow as it gathered. He wasn't a cat that could dance over the snow with ease but that wasn't what he was born to do. Warrior muscle made his haunches and shoulders heavy and his fur had grown long for the cold season adding a bit of weight. It didn't bother him any. Traveling a bit slower than a lighter cat in the snow gave him the chance to take a good look around. PAUSING near the roots of a bare-limbed maple, Cinderfoot peered at the snow. Squirrel tracks. Dipping his head, the gray tom carefully scented the air around the tracks. Fresh enough to be worth a shot, assuming the squirrels hadn't gone back up to the tree where it would be more difficult to catch them. Tail tip twitching as he though, the tom raised his head and peered around through narrowed green eyes. Nothing. It took almost all of Cinderfoot's control not to sigh. He really didn't care for hunting. As barbaric as it might sound, he preferred fighting and sparring. It was what he was built for, all stability and balance and muscle made for a battlefield not for stalking through the woods trying to find prey. Poppyleaf had been a great hunter and always laughed when a rabbit or bird slipped through Cinderfoot's claws. He was great when it came to latching on to an enemy but with hunting it tended to be hit or miss. "HUMPH," Cinderfoot huffs, wading through a snowbank toward a thicket of empty bushes, hoping for tracks or something to indicate prey nearby. "Should have gotten Barkstripe off his lazy tail," Cinderfoot said mostly to himself, peering at the snow for signs of footprints. "He's always been a better hunter than me." Too bad Cinderfoot was just a bit too soft hearted to rouse his siblings from their warm nests while he abandoned his for the cold outdoors to happen upon the medicine cat. It could have been worse at least, the snow was relatively mild for now which was a blessing. LEADING the way toward a narrow stream, Cinderfoot let himself slide part way down the embankment before leaping a bit haphazardly to the other side. Dead leaves, snowbanks and spindly dead plants littered the rocky bank making footing a bit dodgy but Cinderfoot managed to not end up in the stream. It wasn't a very deep stream, but it's current was fast enough to keep it from icing over for now until the temperatures dropped lower. Stabalizing his footing on the hazardous bank, Cinderfoot looked over his shoulder to see if Frostbite was following. He didn't really have a destination in mind so unless she suggested better hunting grounds, he sort of just planned to roam looking for tracks and scent trails. As he waited for the white medicine cat however, an idea came to mind. Stepping carefully along the uneven ground, Cinderfoot stopped at the very edge of the stream and dropped into a crouch. His warped reflection looked back at him when he peered into the water. Gray fur speckled with snow and mossy green eyes, nothing special, but that wasn't what he was looking for. THUNDERCLAN apprentices weren't traditionally taught to fish and that included him. Poppyleaf had scoffed when he'd asked about it one time, telling him it was a RiverClan hunting technique that did nothing but made your fur thin and made you smell funny. He hadn't ever thought about it again, not really. He'd watched his sister try it once. It had ended with her tumbling nose first into the stream and nearly getting drowned as she flailed around trying to drag herself out. Now though, Cinderfoot peered into the rippling water hopefully. Maybe if there was still fish in the stream he could catch it? If someone in camp was hungry enough they would eat it. Maybe. "HEY Frostbite, were you ever taught how to fish?" Cinderfoot asked, raising his head to look around for the sharp she-cat. IF she had been raised in another clan, maybe she'd been taught to fish? Just because ThunderClan scoffed and claimed it was RiverClan fodder, maybe other clans weren't that way? Of course...there was a distinct lack of fish in the stream but maybe he just wasn't looking in a deep enough stream or something? There were deeper, bigger streams in the territory to try and he knew there were fish in them during the other seasons so surely they had to be somewhere, right? Tagged:: Frostbite Words:: 1047 Song:: "Let it Grow" from The Lorax Notes:: I am sooooo sorry this took so long, school and my roommate have been killing me [/style]

[FROSTbite]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/6111/frostbitemidcopy.jpg,true] The White medicine cat rolled her eyes hearing the warrior tell her how he really enjoyed having her come. She just wanted the feeling to hunt again. That was it. Maybe give this piece of prey to her apprentice.. if she had one. Not having an apprentice now at this time was hard. She will admit it. This cat wasnt one to accept help easily at all even working with another cat. When it was her mentor that was fine but when it came down to her teaching.. she was very impatitent. Following the tom a bit behind she watched him pad along in the snow with out a care in the world. The snow didnt really bother her at all. It was only frozen water. Nothing she was not able to handle. Watching the warrior she spotted a mouse not to far from her. It saw her then scurried to its hole and Frostbite rolled her eyes giving out a light growl. Keeping her eyes opened she slowly looked around for anything that wasnt a cat. Hearing her name she slowly turned to see the tom standing near the river. blinking a few times she slowly padded up next to him and looked down at her own reflection. Being asked the question she didnt respond right away. Watching a fish swim by Frostbite let her claws come out and before you knew it she threw her paw into the water and out came a silver fish flapping in the air and then onto the ground. Giving it a swift kill and holding it in her mouth for a bit to make sure it was dead and motionless "If I said no then that would be a lie."

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she mewed looking down at the fish. Putting her claws back in she sat down and licked it.

"I became friends with an Shadowclan apprentice who was actually a really good fish hunter. I aksed him if he was from riverclan but he said no. So he taught me a few things and now as you can see there is a dead fish on the ground."[/b]

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