Running free...(open)

[«Líghtñíñg»]

Gorgefall finished off her drink. The puddle had been sitting there for a day or so and it would be gone in the next few to come. She twitched her whiskers, flicking off the last few water droplets.
The tabby she-cat rose to her white-tipped paws and glanced around to see if any prey could be heard or seen. A moment later the soft pattering of paws told her that a rabbit would soon appear. Gorgefall hunkered down and waited for the rabbit to appear. The fluffy grey piece of prey soon raced out from behind a small bush and galloped towards one of the larger hills. Gorgefall let out a purr of satisfaction and gave chase.
Her paws were a flying blur across the moors as she sprinted after her catch, leaping over debris and circling trees. Finally she caught up on the tiring creature and quickly pounced, tackling it to the ground and finishing it off with one quick bite. She gave silent thanks to Starclan before picking her prey up and jogging back to camp.

[.:-Aikoa-:.]

The black and grey she-cat sat waiting in the bushes, staring fixedly at the rabbit as it hoped near. She lowered herself farther to the ground, so that her broad shoulders and powerful flank rippled. She bared her teeth, unsheathing her claws and readying herself. When the rabbit took another hop towards her, she leaped out of the bush. The rabbit tried to get away, but Streamstone's claws raked down its flank and her teeth dug into its neck before it could move. She picked up her kill and turned slightly. She saw Gorsefall, another WindClanner, hunting a rabbit. Streamstone sighed. She wished she could hunt like that, but she was too stocky and heavily built. She probably would have made a better ThunderClan warrior, but it didn't matter to her. WindClan was her home, even if times could get rough. She picked up her kill and began to make her way towards her Clanmate, though not really wanting much of a confrentation.

[«Líghtñíñg»]

Half-way through the moors, the scent of Windclan grew strong. She glanced over her shoulder and spotted her clan-mate. Gorgefall swerved away from her oridginal path and trotted over to where Streamstone stood. "Good day?" She asked once she was close enough to spot the rabbit which sat at the black and grey she-cat's paws. Her heart clenched as she studied the she-cat more. Her powerful shoulders would make her a terrific racer. The tabby warrior sighed. I wish i had more of a powerfully-built figure. She meowed silently, glancing at her own thin and brittle appearance.

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Streamstone inclined her head slightly.

"Yeah. How about you?" She meowed, her pale blue eyes fixed on Gorsefall.

[«Líghtñíñg»]

Gorgefall nodded half-mindedly. "It's alright." She admitted. "Greenleaf's here so there should be more than usual." She prodded the limp figure of the rabbit with her white-tipped forepaw. "At least they're plump." She joked. "Could feed a couple of apprentices and kits."

[.:-Aikoa-:.]

Streamstone said nothing. She looked up into the sky and her ears suddenly pressed themselves forward as a sly smile stole over her features.

"Stay right here, I'll be back in a sec." She mewed, slipping off into the heather. She was as good at stealth as any ShadowClan, having been brought up to it for a few moons in the Mountains. Streamstone came back soon with a large bird and a mouse in her jaws. She set it down beside her rabbit and twitched her whiskers slightly.

"Well, this coming from a cat who hates hunting rabbits... they are much easier to catch nowadays. I think they're becoming stupid in their Greenleaf feasting." She meowed, shaking her head slightly.

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Streamstone looked at Gorsefall with sparkling blue eyes. She liked to be praised when it came to her hunting abilities. Not many WindClanners put much thought into learning what she had to teach. Perhaps one day, and perhaps even today. Streamstone smiled at Gorsefall and lashed her tail.

"Sure. It's not the easiest technique for a WindClanner to learn, but it's very valuable when you do learn it." She meowed.

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"Gorgefall nodded, her green eyes glittering with excitement. "Just tell me...or show me what to do and i'll try and copy it." She sugested, flicking her striped golden tail and rising to her paws. It feels like i'm an apprentice again. She laughed silently and awaited Streamstone's first instruction.

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Streamstone inclined her head slightly, then turned and looked up in the sky. She sighed softly and shook her head.

"Well, for now teaching will have to do. Ok, so you may of noticed I have two pieces of prey. That's because the eagle here caught the mouse, and I caught the eagle. It's one thing to kill the bird, but another to kill the bird and get its prey, too. The best way to go about this is what WindClanners would probably consider "ThunderClan tactics". You just hide whereever you can, and leaped out just as the Eagle takes off. You need to get a powerful jump, and fix your claws either at the base of the wings or in its back somewhere. Prefferably the former." Streamstone meowed.

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Streamstone nodded.

"It's very important to station yourself near the prey that the hawk is going after. Otherwise you'll alarm the bird when you burst from your place to leap at it. It's also very important to kill the bird as soon as you get a chance. Otherwise you'll be carried off to kingdom come before you can said foxdung." She meowed, flicking her ear in slight amusement.

[Brambleclaw]

Mountainfur slowly snaked along the undergrowth, close enough to the ground to feel humble vibrations of the rabbit ahead. He crept closer, ThunderClan tactic from his earlier apprenticing moons there. As he slowly stalked, he realized that the technique was foolhardy. The wind's course could change, giving away scent. Or the rabbit could hear, or even feel, him. It could bolt away and he'd have no hope of catching it. Of course, he wasn't the fastest runner. Ebonypaw was. Well, Ebony something-or-other. Her ceremony probably passed, along with those of her close friends. Whatever she was, she would've been expert WindClanner. Mountainfur was made for stealth, strength. He was a brute. As a brute, when the wind swiftly scent a strong whiff of Mountainfur down to the rabbit, he could not catch it as it bolted off. Sighing, he sat down and hissed at his missed opportunity.

The soft, sweet voices of two fine warrior she-cats wreathed the tom's ears. At least the prey went caught. He thought as he noticed the rabbit, Gorgefall's new prey. He was not meant for this, and he knew it. Sighing, he stalked closer. He did not want to approach them, he still had a fun, kit-like nature about his warrior heir. He had yet to be scented, the wind was again in his favor. He crawled closer, his belly brushing the dirt and turning a dusk brown. Bugs crawling around him, the tall moorland grasses concealed his bulk. As he sat, waiting, he heard the two converging on how to catch a large bird of prey. Suddenly, Mountainfur had an idea.

"Like this?" He cried, like a maniac preparing to kill. He took a flying leap from his hiding spot, following the instructions exactly, but not skilled like any mountain cat. He landed on the bird, battering it with paws, claws sheathed.
"Haha! Take that, stupid bird!" He leaped off, erupting into laughter. "Well hello, ladies. So, whatcha up to?"

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Streamstone started, looking at the tom as he followed her instructions to the letter. She smirked at his clumsiness, but at least he caught the bird. She angled her ears to acknowledge him. He's such a little flirt. She thought, sighing inwardly.

"Hunting, if it isn't obvious." Streamstone meowed sarcastically.

[Brambleclaw]

"Really? I had no clue whatsoever!" He teased, flicking his tail at her ear playfully. "So..." He looked from one to the other. "Yes, I know that was terrible. I can't catch a stupid rabbit, let alone a giant bird. This thing's bigger than I am." He sighed, his ears folding downward. He hung his head in shame. "I'm not built to be a WindClanner. It's much too obvious. I'm ThunderClan through and through." He shook his head, tail now dropping with the rest of him.

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Streamstone looked at him with calm, paitent eyes.

"Well, I was born a rouge in the mountains. I'm not built for any of the Clan's hunting styles." She meowed, flexing her powerful shoulders and lashing her stout tail. Her hindquarters were slightly higher set than her fore legs, giving her the advantage of leaping high to capture her prey. She had made it in WindClan, barely. But at least she had matured since she was an apprentice. Streamstone had always been an odd-ball, an ugly-duckling. But it turned out that she had been a swan all along. Her lovely pale blue eyes were peircing and her silver-grey-black streaked pelt was more beautiful than the streams. No one who had known Streampaw would ever had thought that this she-cat could be her.