Ripplepaw nodded and dived into the ocean right away. Determined, she swam towards a school of small fish. When she got close enough, she shot out her paw as quickly as she could, and felt the bodies of many small fish now attached to her paws. She swam back up to Sharkstar, and when she got some air, quickly explained "I would have gone for a bigger fish, but the small ones were a good opportunity... right?"
Nettletooth asked Eelstripe "Want to try for some bigger fish?" He pointed towards water that was somewhat far. "It may be a biiiiiit dangerous, but we can pull it off." He looked at his sister, who had once again gained composure and was sitting tall over the caught fish. He ignored what Eelstripe had said about his previous catch, and started to pad into the water.
Post by xSourGrapesx on Dec 26, 2017 4:25:40 GMT -5
The gray furred tom hesitated for a moment, "A good opportunity, yes, however, watch this," the tom thrust his muzzle into the water and dived down, gliding along the sandy seafloor with ease as he crept towards the small school of fish. The tom halted in a pocket of seaweed, his gaze fixed on the dark and shadowy shape of a striped bass swimming from the depths towards the school of sardines.
As the bass commenced it's assault on the sardines, Sharkstar pushed himself forward with a massive effort and grasped the bass in between his forepaws, his claws digging into the the sides of the large fish before he thrust his hindlegs up, breaching the surface. The striped bass was half the size of the leader as he held it within his grasp as it struggled wildly, "Bigger fish will come," his jaws clenched over the writhing fish as he began to haul it to the shore. Shortee
Ripplepaw never looked away as her leader caught that large fish. As he came up to the shore, she followed him and listened to his advice. She was slightly embarrassed and just nodded her head at his words. I should have known to wait. Everyone knows that! Ripplepaw didn't remember her mother and father at all, and sometimes wished she still had them, like now. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Now was not the time to get emotional. Perking up a bit, Ripplepaw asked "Do you want me to try again? Or should we go back to camp?"
The dark tabby let out a grunt in response, waiting a moment before following Nettletooth out to the edge of the water. He bunched his muscles and leapt out further to get a head start toward the intended spot, occasionally dipping below to scan the murky water beneath for any dangers. They wanted bigger fish but they weren't minnowbrained enough to go after anything TOO big, he didn't want to run into anything too big at all actually. Treading water, he glanced over his shoulder to see if the siblings had followed him out. It didn't matter much to him either way, but in his constant state of wariness it wasn't beyond his imagination that someone would tell him to go out far and then leave him to it.
The glance was so brief he could neither confirm or deny anything, instead, he gave the dark teal depths one last look over before diving down. As he swam further into the sea, it occurred to him that this was indeed a hunting 'patrol'...as in more cats than just him, but he had surged ahead without a thought. Nothing to do about it now, he said he was going to hunt and here he was, hunting.
(Ash, right now it's a little messy with everyone doing their own thing alone or in small groups. I'd say just jump in wherever)
Post by TheMysticHeart on Dec 26, 2017 17:15:07 GMT -5
Dispite what Quailmask had said about being fully unable to hunt, this was partially false as she caught several small fish using a strange method, but one that works. Chasing the small schools of silver fish that swim around is hard, as they keep splitting up, but chasing them into a TIDEPOOL... was a MUCH easier task. Padding swiftly as she drove twentyfour or so fish into the tidepools. Quailmask quickly knocked a medium sized stone into the only exit to the ocean this tidepool had, before she dove her head into the water, scooping up three fish in her mouth, and spiting them out onto the bear, boiling black stone around the pool. Doing this until the rocky basin of water was empty, and all the fish where dead on the rock beside her. Doing this a few more times, and grabbing the large conch she had found a long while ago, and putting the fish in the shell before grabbing the rough shell in her jaws and padding into the cave, tipping about fiftynine fish beside the fresh kill pile, and padding back out to try round up another bounty.
Post by TheMysticHeart on Dec 26, 2017 17:43:08 GMT -5
A long way down the beach, she knew of a pier that had lots of oysters and muscles, but also lots of twolegs. She had noticed the twolegs fish by casting out a string with a hook out into the water, the strong attached to a large pole the twoleg would hold, the hook normally had some meat or smaller fish on it, but could also have a hook that looked like a small fish or a crustasian of some kind. she assumed so the fish would bite the hook, and get stuck, and that the twoleg would pull it out. Quailmask was 100% correct. She would sometimes beg for fish, brushing up against the twolegs to win their favour, or acting injured to get a fish out of pitty. But she could also sometimes steal a larger fish from the large ‘buckets’ the twolegs would store their fish in. Once, she stole a whole sea bass and the clan was relluctabt to beleve that a twoleg has caught it, let alone that she had stolen it. But, food was food and the bass was delicious. Padding up to a twoleg kit, and brushing up against a few twolegs, limping towards some more, she has earnt seven mackerels, four tuna, and she had stolen an octopus she found dangling out of a bucket. Putting her smaller catch in the conch. And the octopus son her back, she padded inside the cave and dropped all her fish, ignoring any surprised glances. And returning later with some scallops, muscles and oysters for the few who liked them. Cracking open an oyster between her jaws, she ate the slimy creature inside, rolling the salty tang of seawater in her mouth as she chewed the delicious creature. She would always tell the clan, warm oysters are deadly oysters, so eat em while they’re freash. Eating a couple more oysters, and an octopus leg, she padded back into her den, leaving the prey piled with tons of little minnows, a few mackerel, a tuna or two, a mountain of oysters, muscles and scallops, and an octopus with one leg missing. But it was delicious.
Post by TheMysticHeart on Dec 26, 2017 17:48:35 GMT -5
However, her megahauls took a toll on her, and Quailmask only did them once a moon. and immediately going to sleep for the rest of the day. On top of it all, it took hours to ‘catch’ and to haul back to camp. So, padding to her den and sleeping it out for the rest of the day, felt like a reward for all her hard work. But a mountain of 100 minows wouldn’t feed a whole clan.
Post by xSourGrapesx on Dec 27, 2017 6:23:25 GMT -5
(@everyone ; check additional information daily to check status on fresh kill pile and weather!)
Minnowstream had been hauling herself across the camp, an obvious limp in her step as she limped past the warriors den, spotting the pale fur of Sandtail. Her body ached, and with each step, sharp pain shot through her shoulders. Last night, the elderly she-cat had decided to go for a dive, which she now admitted to herself, was a bad idea in her old and feeble age. "Sandtail?" she croaked to the young warrior, voice cracked with age. Fae (previously Ash)
Sharkstar sensed the young cat's embarrassment and disappointment, and stroked her shoulder with his tail gently, "You shouldn't be upset with yourself young one, most cats make the same judgement until told otherwise," he meowed reassuringly, pulling his catch onto the soft sand. The bass had stopped flopping around now, defeated and nearly dead. "Go back to camp now and rest a bit, later we'll check the cliff border."
Ripplepaw dipped her head, "Ok Sharkstar. Thank you!" Ripplepaw quickly trotted back, with her fish, to the fresh kill pile. She kept two and began to eat them since the fresh kill pile was already full and Minnowstream could eat whenever she pleased. After finishing, she cleaned up her scraps and began to groom herself. She had no idea where Shallowpaw was, and didn't feel like looking either.
Post by Fae (previously Ash) on Dec 27, 2017 11:06:22 GMT -5
Have you ever felt like nobody was there? Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Have you ever felt like you could disappear? Like you could fall, and no one would hear?
Sandtail had slept in. She really hadn't meant to, but she was having the best dream, and suddenly, next thing she knew...it was sunhigh. Really not her best move, if she was being completely honest. She had quickly risen, licking her fur clean when she heard a voice. Turning, she saw Minowstream. "Oh, hey Minnowstream. Sorry I slept in..," her voice trailed off and she ended it with a cough. "Are you alright?"
Post by xSourGrapesx on Dec 27, 2017 19:40:46 GMT -5
The elderly she-cat flinched visibly at Sandtail as she coughed, "Why, I was just wondering if a young un' like you could grab me something to eat, " she pointed with her tail towards the pile of fresh-kill. "I'd prefer something like a mouse today if anyone managed to snag one, " she squinted towards the fresh kill pile trying to look for a mouse though with her failing vision it looked like a blur of shapes and colors. Fae (previously Ash)
As his apprentice settled down to eat, he spotted movement from the corner of his vision. He turned his head to spot Sandtail emerging from the warriors den as Minnowstream limped towards her. She's up late-and oh! Minnowstream should check with Quailmask. He eyed his elderly mother with concern, he hadn't seen her limping this bad in quite a while.