Feeding the Clans ||Open||

[BettaRae]

A large grey tabby cat wove his way between clusters of other felines. He could hear most talking of water and prey. He had to admit that he was also hungry. His belly feeling hollow and his spirits falling quickly he wished to StarClan prey would be out there, ready to be caught. "Is there any cat that would like to go hunting with me?" He asked the cats around him.

[Meganpony]

A single cat raised it's head and took interest to the tom's request. The she-cat rose to her paws and walked over so she stood in front of the tabby. She sat down in front of him and looked him in the eyes with her blue ones.

"I can join you in this search for food, am I allowed?" slight humor hung in her voice, rare of those times around the clan but the white cat held hope that times would perk up. She rose her paw up to her face and licked the paw a few times before swiping it gently against her ears. As soon as she finished her eyes met with his purple ones, waiting for his answer.

[BettaRae]

Darktiger's hopes raised when the white she-cat made her way toward him offering to go hunting. "I'm glad to be going with a Clanmate." He mewed. Frostfoot had become like a mother to him with Redwood died. And it was great she wanted to go hunting with him. "I wonder where we should start, I mean its not like there's any place prey would hide." The tom cat looked at the crowd of cats, why had none of them volunteered to help their Clanmates? He could feel that the spirit of the cats was dropping like a dying crow, something had to be done about it.

[Aspyluff]

Sparrowflight bounded forward. "Wait!!!! Wait!!!" She weaved around through the other cats and finally stopped in front of Darktiger. "I'd love to go!" Her fluffy tail was pointed up high in the air her eager attitude apparent on her whole posture. "Can I tag along?" She was itching to get out of camp and hunt and be productive.

[Meganpony]

Frostfoot flashed her head to where the young she-cat bounded up to her and Darktiger. She grinned in light amusement, seeing the excitement in her eyes and flicking her ears in response to Sparrowflight. She looked at Darktiger, he was their patrol leader and she wouldn't make the decision just because of her age.

The she-cat looked to the large dry land that filed out past Mount. Hollow. Her ears flicked as she both thought and listened for any signs of life beyond Hollow Lake. It looked hopeless, in that type of climate she feared no prey could survive and if there was no prey, how would the clans survive going across it?

[BettaRae]

Matching Sparrowflight's excitement Darktiger purred, "Of course! The more eyes and ears I'm sure we'll find something!" It would good to get along with the other Clans. That was one thing he never truly understood, if the Clan's worked together they would have a better chance of survival. "Let's get going, if any other cat wishes to join they can." Setting out passing and weaving though cats was harder than navigating thorn bushes. Ears pricked and paws ready for a chase Darktiger headed away from the Clans and out into the unknown.

[Aspyluff]

Sparrowflight walked quietly after Darktiger, eager to feel warm prey under her paws. Maybe if she brought back a nice plump mouse, she could temp Finchstar to eat, StarClan knows he needs it. She scanned the surrounding, taking it in. Although the sudden change and disaster shook her badly, she was able to do what she always did. Absorb it. Shove it away to some unknown crevice and bury, hide it from everyone. In this way she seemed unfazed by the recent events to befall the clans.

[Meganpony]

Frostfoot blinked and slowly followed the two as Darktiger took the lead and Sparrowflight, a MarshClan cat, right behind him while she took the rear. Her movements were soft and calm, following the two at a leisurely pace through the large group of cats and finally breaking out of the cluster and going towards the unknown past Hollow Lake.

Turning back she could see the clans clearly from where they were, no clan-cat was with only around it's clan. The cats were all jumbled up as if they were only a one, and only, clan. For now, that is what they needed. But hopefully no one would forget their roots, there were still four clans weren't there? They would find a new home, wherever it may be, the perfect place for the clans was out there somewhere. They just needed to look.

The she-cat turned back to Darktiger's patrol, seeing the two had advanced ahead quite a bit while she had let her mind wander. Frostfoot bunched her muscles and leaped forward so she was running to catch up to the small patrol. Though she ran, no dirt was kicked up by her paws so that prey would be alerted. What little grass did grow tickled against her pads as she ran, Frostfoot slowed to a bobbing jog till she was again walking with the two cats. She lifted her nose and sniffed for any scent of prey. Faint hints hung now that they had gone farther in, but none were fresh. Frostfoot watched the others, maybe they had caught something.

[BettaRae]

Sniffing the air in deep breaths Darktiger hoped to find fresh scent. But all that crossed his glands were old and stale. Signing he turned back to the she-cats, "Find anything?" He asked not wanting to give up and return with nothing. StarClan help us find prey. He prayed to the ancestors, hoping his mother and father would answer him and send something their way.

[Aspyluff]

Sparrowfligt lifted her nose to the air and took in a deep breath. "nothing yet" She replied and gaze around. "maybe there is something over there by that old tangled bush." She suggested and flicked her tail with anticipation. She looked back at Frostfoot as she caught back up.

[Meganpony]

With a disheartening feeling Frostfoot shook her head at Darktiger, hanging her head slightly to the ground. Even with three cats searching no scent could be found, was there really any hope? Of course there is! thought Frostfoot to herself. We can't give up, if we lose hope then what do we have left to hang on? We've barely gone into the unknown, we'll surely find something.

Even as she thought she lurched forward as the patrol continued. Still conserved in her thoughts Frostfoot didn't look where she was going and her paw slipped right into a paw-hold of a tunnel. She squeaked in surprise as her paw lodged inside. Frostfoot pulled back on the paw, she couldn't hurt this one with her other already sensitive to even the touch of the ground. The white she-cat shook her leg, twisting it and pulling on it to release the hole's grip but her paw was set deep in the small, tight tunnel.

[BettaRae]

Hearing Frostfoot's squeal the dark tom turned and raced toward her. "Hold still." He gave a small chuckle as he watched the she-cat twist and turn in odd directions trying to free her paw. "Sparrowflight, do you know the best way to free a paw from this tunnel?" Darktiger hoped the MarshClan cat would have better experience with this kind of thing.

[Meganpony]

Frostfoot huffed, cursing under her breath and watching Darktiger come bounding to her side. She flicked an ear in minor annoyance at his laugh, scowling at him and gave a small tug on her paw again then stopped abruptly when he told her to hold still.

Following the brief orders so sat on her haunches, one paw tucked to her chest and the other one stretched out inside the hole. Finally Frostfoot lay down, putting less strain on her paw since she now had her whole leg resting on the ground. She blinked her blue eyes, keeping her ears pricked as fear slightly crawled inside her mind, what if a predator had heard her squeal and was on it's way to make do with easy prey? Her senses were alert and sharp, ready for even the slightest of noise other than her cat companions.

[Aspyluff]

Sparrowflight circled around the hole and sniffed at the paw. "luckily I don't smell much heat from the wound, so it probably isn't hurt. Do you feel any pain?" She then look over towards Darktiger. "If we dig a hole next to it and then slowly dig so the holes connect then it should be well wide enough to get her paw out. It won't be too east though, seeing that this earth is pretty packed. She began using her strong forelegs to scoop away dirt. It took a lot of effort to dig very little, but it seemed like a good plan.

[BettaRae]

Tilting his head the tom watched as Sparrowflight worked, digging with powerful paws next to the hole that trapped his Clanmate. "That seems like a good idea, at least we could try," He moved around facing Sparrowflight and began digging with her, claws digging in as far as he could make them then racking them across the sun baked earth. Small rocks caught on his claws sending up little pricks of pain every now and again but he had to get Frostfoot out. Slowly a hole was forming. "It seems to be working!" Darktiger mewed excitedly, then large shadow crossed the three cats. "Oh StarClan..."