Stealthy Hunting

[mudeyes]

Moonpelt crept through the grasses, eyes shimmering, glinting as the sun shone down on them. Seeing the shine of the fence, he walked faster until he reached his destination.

Pigeons lined the fence, cooing softly to one anther, none noticing him.

'This is going to be easy...' He thought to himself, and quickly crouched down on his haunches, toes barely touching the ground as he walked. Then, by instinct, he bent his feet over, so now he walked on the backs of his front paws. None of the birds could here him.

Then a flash of gray, a clanging of metal.
Birds cawing
Cat Growling
And it was over.

Jumping down from the fence proudly, he walked with his large pigeon over into the grasses, concealing himself among the reeds. Setting his Pigeon down, he scraped Dirt over it.

'Time for another." He thought once again, and waited until the birds came back. Soon they did. "

"Dumb birds..." He said, just below a whisper. Repeating what he did the first time, he crouched and walked so slowly, a snail would have gone past in only a few mere moments.

The clang
The Caws
The Growl
The silence

Jumping down from the fence once more, he put the bird in his pile and kept hunting.

[Hawkclaw]

"Bruce Springstien, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she’s uncool
Cuz she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985"

The tortoiseshell tom leapt from post to post stealthily, his long tail waving in the air for balance. His bright eyes were lit up with song, and the young gentlemen was too preoccupied with his dancing and singing to care about where he was and what he was doing. A flock of pigeons were nestling on the fence posts ahead of Hawkclaw - he only just stopped singing in time before they flew off. The Coon stopped his song, despite how jolly and careless it was, and lowered himself onto a crouch a couple of fence posts away from the pigeons, and downwind.

Strangely, he scented another cat there as well. But for now the young tom ignored it, focusing on one pigeon in particular. It was fat, and as such too fat to fly away quickly. The handsome tom's orbs lit up with glee, and slitted cruelly. A moment longer till the pigeon was settled fully then....

"PIGEON PIE HERE I COME!"

The tom leapt into the air just as the pigeons tried to fly off. Jaws were agape and when the fat bird was about a foot off the ground, he was peirced by bloodthirsty fangs. The Maine Coon landed neatly on the ground, knees bending before he stood up with his kill in his jaws. A smug 'hmph' and Hawkclaw padded off... but then he got the scent of cat again.

His head turned to the side, cocked slightly. His eyes were set upon a tom, who was obviously a DuskClan warrior. Hawkclaw paused for a moment, dropping his kill on the floor in front of him, he gave a courteous nod and a smile lit up his handsome black-and-ginger face. Cause it was nice to be kind to those older than you.

"Sorry, did I scare off your prey?"

He asked, noticing how the tom was crouched as if he was also stalking those stupid birds.[/size]

[mudeyes]

"I was indeed, thank you." He said, trying not to get heated up over a younger tom. At least he was respectful.

"Are you from Duskclan?" He smelled his scentand could not tell, but he was new to the clan, and had not picked it up quite yet. Murky green orbs shining in the light of the mid-day sun.

"Wait, hold that thought." He meowed as he say the Tom about to speak. In a flash, he was up the fence, and back down, holding an elder pigion in his jaws. Setting it down on the other two, he looked back at the Tom.

"Okay, you were about to say?" He meowed, as if nothing had happened.[/size]