Lets try hunting ~Open~

[Wind:.*.:Stone]

Windrunner sits out side camp, waiting to see if any one would join her.
The new warrior was excited, and her tail swished in anticipation for the chance to prove herself. She reaches above her and bats at a moth flying above her head, knocking the little bug to the ground. She hold it down for a moment before lifting her paw and watching the little big fly away.

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Stormheart padded over to Windrunner, a bright smile on her face. She sat down next to her, looking at the bustling camp for a moment before returning her gaze to the new warrior. "Hello, Windrunner," Stormheart said, the moth that had been buzzing around the SoulClan warrior now buzzing around her. She hit it hard with one of her sheathed paws, sending it to the ground. "I hate bugs," she murmured, looking at the small, now dead creature. "Anyway," she looked back up again. "You want to go hunting, yes?" By the looks of her, Windrunner wanted to prove herself. SoulClan is getting stronger everyday, there are so many new, strong warriors. Watch out, DeathClan. One day we're going to get you.

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Windrunner purrs, looking up at the older warrior happily.
"Yeah, wanna join me?" She smiles, her blue eyes happy. She stands, looking at the dead little bug laying at her feet. "Where would you like to go?"

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"Of course I want to join you," Stormheart responded happily back, padding through SoulClan territory. "Oh, I know this great place for hunting; it's a little far away from camp, but it's so worth it when you so how much prey there is." After a few moments of silence Stormheart caught the scent of a squirrel; getting into her hunter's crouch she sprung, killing the animal within seconds with a hard bite to the neck. She scraped dirt over the piece of prey before continuing; they could get it on their way back. After catching a mouse and a bird Stormheart said, "See what I mean? We're only a little farther out than normal and there's already so much prey."[/color]

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Windrunner nods in agreement and amazement. She crouches down, looking at a wood mouse that was sniffing at some seeds, looking for its next meal. Windrunner slowly advances, but the mouse must since her, beasuse it looks up and starts to run. Windrunner gives a mighty leap and nearly gets it, just missing it because her own limbs got in the way.
She hisses and stares at the place the mouse disappears, her tail lashing in anger and embarrassment.
"I thought I'd grown up..." She mutters, feeling like an apprentice all over again. I've never been good at hunting, but tripping allover myself? Ugh...

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Stormheart watched as Windrunner dove for the wood mouse and missed it, barely, because she got in the way of herself, resting her tail on her shoulder once the new warrior stood up. "Don't be too hard on yourself; we all have our bad days. Just because one small mouse got away doesn't mean anything; I'm sure you're a great hunter," she said, smiling warmly, sitting down with her tail now wrapped around her paws. She scented another mouse, and flicked her tail at Windrunner, as if to tell her the prey was nearby. She made sure that she was as quiet and still as possible; no need to get in the way of a hunt. And besides, she wanted Windrunner to feel better about the one prey she didn't catch.[/color]

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Windrunner nods: She might be a bad hunter, but she wasn't a failure. She creeps up on the mouse, and right before it can look up, she reaches out and snaps its spine with her paw. She purrs in pride and turns to Storm, pride showing in the way the tip of her tail flicked.
She kicks some dirt over the body and smiles, glad that her body had worked well with her mind for once.

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"See? I knew that you weren't a bad hunter," Stormheart encouraged, standing up and shaking the dust off her silver pelt before continuing deeper into the territory. It was so nice here; peaceful, quiet, no DeathClan cats in sight or smell. Just the way she liked it. Of course, it had been like this most of the time before DeathClan had been created; oh what great days those had been. How she longed for those care-free days; though she could barely remember them, seeing that she was only a kit when DeathClan had been made. When Stormheart realized that she had completely absorbed herself in her thoughts she popped her mind back to the present; it seemed that Windrunner hadn't said anything. Good, she wouldn't have to catch up on any conversation that she had missed.

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"So what were you thinking about?" Windrunner asks when she see's Stormheart's eyes come back to the present ; She had been so deep in thought it had nearly been funny to watch. Windrunner smiles over at her, flicking her gray tail. She looks up, watching another moth flutter around them. Where were all the little things coming from?

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Stormheart was surprised when Windrunner spoke to her; even more so when she asked her what she was thinking about. Did I really make it that obvious? she wondered, looking over at the gray warrior. She seemed to be amused. I'm such an idiot; I get all absorbed in my thoughts and make myself look completely retarded in front of someone. I really have to work on that. "Oh, nothing much. I was just thinking about the time when DeathClan wasn't here; the good ol' days you could say; though there was still plenty of trouble back then, too. Not really comparable to now though." Stormheart swung her paw at some of the moths; they were really irritating her. What were they all doing out here? There was no light nearby; it was completely dark out.[/color]

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"Ah..." She says quietly. "It must of been nice. I cant imagine what life could be like with out DeathClan, really. They give SoulClan a goal....And we give them a goal....In a weird way, we need each other, if only for the hopes of killing each other." She looks down, now the one lost in her own thought, thinking about how crazy the world was, how strange it works. A moth suddenly lands on her pink nose and she lets out a sneeze, shaking her head from side to side.
"Good StarClan! What is with all the bugs!?" She says, unable to help herself.

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"I don't know," Stormheart said, shaking her head when a moth landed on it. "Wherever they came from I hope they go back; they're really starting to irritate me."
And then Windrunner said something that shocked her; that SoulClan and DeathClan... Depended on each other? How could she even think that? Though it was kind of truthful; SoulClan gave DeathClan a goal, and vice versa, but still... Why couldn't their goals be a little less dangerous? "I guess in some weird, twisted way you're right, Windrunner. Though I suppose we give them a larger goal than they give us; we merely want to live, while they want to kill. And that's where the problems start."[/color]

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"But whats the point of living with out a struggle? And if its a good struggle, all the better. It lets us know we are strong, that we can win. DeathClan would have no reason to be DeathClan with out us. We still be SoulClan with out them, but why? Just to live? What is the point in simply living and dying? I want my life to have meaning. DeathClan gives it meaning, and we give there lives meaning." She shuts her mouth when a bug allmost flies into it and she hisses in annoyance.

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"Yes, I know what you mean; it's fun to have some action every once and a while, but still, do you know what that means, what you said? That you almost like DeathClan being here? Sure sometimes it's a good way to kill time, and to give 'meaning' to your life, but think about this; sometimes it gives too much meaning." When Windrunner looked at Stormheart confused, she heaved a sigh and explained. "Think about it; if DeathClan wasn't here, many kits would have been apprentices or even warriors by now. We would have many more cats. Sure, maybe to you it's kind of fun to have an enemy Clan, but do you really that it's fun for those who die to protect our own?"

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Windrunner stays quiet for a moment, trying to think about how she could put her rushing thoughts into words that made sense.
"I dont like DeathClan. I dont like that our cats have to die because of them, but that's all the more reason to keep living. Because there wont be a kit to be my apprentice, because one of my friends die, it just fuels the fire to wipe out the monsters on the other side of the border. I'll kill any DeathCat in my way to protect my clan. I might even seem DeathClan-ish with how...hostile I can be, but that because i hate any one who messes with my dear Clan." She pauses to think once more. "But there my reason for living; They've killed to many cats to be forgiven, and I want to punish them."

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Stormheart smiled; clearly she'd mis-interpreted the cat's earlier, odd-sounding words. "Well isn't that the meaning of life for us all? If it isn't, it has to be for a good majority of us," Stormheart paused, her green gaze sweeping the still night of the forest. She took in the scent of mouse, and followed it, pouncing on it and killing it with a swift bite to the neck before she scraped dirt over it. "Excuse me; as I was saying previously, I misunderstood what you said. I thought that you meant you liked having DeathClan around, that it made life more enjoyable because they were someone to kill. Clearly that is not the case. My apologies."[/color]

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"Ah." Windrunner says, thinking back and realizing how blunt her words had been. "Nah, my fault. I'm horrible at hunting and explaining my self." She laughs and flicks her tail, also flicking a moth off of it. "I hate to kill, its horrible. But I have to. The strong kill the weak, right?" She doesn't wait for and answer, looking up when she see's and owl swoop oddly low, giving out a few hoots as it flies away.

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"Yes, but sometimes the weak do not always need to be killed; they need to be protected. Take kits, for instance; who could ever think of killing a poor defenseless kit? Other than DeathClan, I mean," Stormheart said, ducking out of the way as the owl swooped dangerously close. What was with it? "Maybe we should go back...?" She suggested, noting how the owl seemed to be flapping its wings hard, as if it wanted to get away desperately. Stormheart turned the opposite way and headed back; she could tell Windrunner was right behind her by her paw-steps. "You're not horrible at explaining yourself; you just take some time to get the clear message across."[/color]

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"Why is every thing acting so strange?" What could possibly make an owl flee? She thinks stopping to look back. She really wanted to find out...
Suddenly a raven seems to morph from the darkness, flying low like the owl, and in the same direction and manner.
"We should probably cheek to see what as all the other animals so jumpy..." She says, looking over at the silver warrior.

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"How come everytime the animals flee someone has to say 'Oh, let's go look and see what's up'?" She muttered to herself, too low for Windrunner to hear, while she headed toward where the fleeing animals had come from. They walked in silence, Stormheart on constant alert. Something wasn't right here, she could feel it. Her instincts screamed for her to turn back, but she wouldn't leave Windrunner alone; who knew what would happen? Taking a gulp Stormheart tried to put on a brave face, over-stretching her smile just a little bit, trying to comfort Windrunner whose fear-scent was rolling off of her in waves. "Calm down," she whispered to her, her voice barely audible even in the silent night.