A Chilly Hunt (open)

[Bird]

Elmheart
Sieze the moment,

The camp was bathed in a orange light as the sun was sinking lower in the sky. A very thin snow covered the hard, frost striken ground underpaw. The sky had been covered by thick, gray clouds all day, and there had even been a light snow around sunhigh. But as the evening had come the clouds had been blown away and for the first time that day the sun shone bright over all. But it wasn't to last long, for the sun didn't have far to go before it sank behind the distant horizon, giving the job of light giving to the moon for the night. The tom-cat shook his brown tabby pelt as a gust of cold air swept over the dip in the ground that was the Windclan camp. He felt that they should take advantage of the brief sunshine for a quick hunt, and he planned to get a hunting party together. Of coarse Elmheart was a horrible hunter, but he could get a few others to join a patrol maybe he could get lucky an actually catch something. The Windclan warrior looked around, and then padded to the warrior's den. "Anyone want to go on a hunting patrol?" he called out to anyone who was in there or would listen.

..and you can not fail.

[`Thistle]

Emerald green eyes flickered open, sight sliding in and out of focus as Quailfeather adjusted to the sudden light. "I'll come along." Quailfeather meowed gruffly, rising to his paws. Shaking his tabby pelt through and through as though to shake away the haze of drousiness.

[~Willow~]

((I hope I can join. I need something for Silverfrost to do))

The she cat's blue eyes opened at the sound of another cat. She looked up to see Elmheart and Quailfeather going on a patrol. I'll come She said in a clear voice, despite her tiredness. She got up quickly and shook her very short pelt. Room for one more? She said with a blink. Her black tail flicked a few times before she stepped into the outside world. Silverfrost studied Elmheart and Quailfeather for a moment or two. She had never really talked to these two.

[Bird]

Elmheart

The brown tabby silently studied the two cats before him, he hoped they where good hunters, because he personally was no good. "All right," he said in a smooth voice, "we could hunt up near the Thunderclan border, there should be prey up there." Elmheart was of coarse guessing, he had no hunting talent at all, he couldn't even tell you where a mouse might consider making a nest. But he had such a smooth, confident voice that his lack of knowledge in hunting didn't show. But he was pretty sure that everyone knew what a horrible hunter he was, he had always been a bad hunter every since apprenticeship. He hoped he didn't make himself look too much like a fool while hunting this morning. He gave his chest a quick lick with his rough pink tongue then straightened up again, looking more confident then he felt.

[~Willow~]

Silverfrost smirked by his smooth tone.... Sounds good to me. She said in his same smooth tone. She looked to Quailfeather and then back to Elmheart. The thin she cat stretched out, revealing her long body and guant ribs. She hadn't eaten well these past moons. So...Elmheart...Rainstar's brother...Quailfeather...isn't he deputy? She thought, staring at them with dark blue eyes.

[`Thistle]

"Sounds good to me." Quailfeather commented, fluffing his pelt up for cover from the blasting winds that would scavenge the moors. "Hopefully we can catch some good prey for the clan, it's needed." The deputy commented with a swift glance towards Silverfrost whom was growing thin.

"Shall we head out?" The tom chimed, not wanting to seem like the head of the patrol. It was Elmheart who started the patrol, after all. And Quailfeather never was one to boss around warriors, deputy or not.

[Bird]

Elmheart

The brown tabby tom stode up relizing that Quailfeather was silently putting him 'incharge'. The brown tom looked at the other two with his two dirty yellow eyes, which so often caused him trouble. He wouldn't be surprised if he lost his eyesight entirly when he grew old and feeble. "Yes I think we shall," he said in his confident and smooth voice. The tom started towards the entrance, his thin body but powerful body held with a sort of digenity. He stopped when he reached camp entrance to glance back at the other two cats to see if they were following or not.

[~Willow~]

(oh..my bad was it my turn? -growls at self-))

She nodded and got up, padding after Elmheart with a tilt of her head. Would there really be alot of prey this chilly morning?
The she cat shrugged, she had never been one to know such things. She just hunted wherever was on WIndclan territory. She came just behind Elmheart and stopped, slowly moving her head back to see if Quailfeather was coming.

[`Thistle]

Quailfeather flashed a smile, taking a deep breath as he padded after his clanmates. Thoughts lingered elsewhere as every so often, Quailfeather would look back to the other, then slip back into thought.

Shaking his head, Quailfeather snapped to focus. Now was for hunting, not thinking.