It's all in how you see things(OPEN!)

[thistle.]

ooc: Hmm... maybe I should bring Barktail chasing after Ashstorm to let her interact with the two toms again. He could whack her with his newly-caught thrush. =D

[Cloud of Diamonds]

OOC: I like the way you think. xD Ashstorm was going to do the same thing to him if she'd caught a fish. Go for it.

[thistle.]

ooc: Sorry I didn't reply earlier...
Should I wait for Basker to come back or should I just post?

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Post, Basky's been gone forever. I know I sound insensitive, but it's the truth. We'll just continue it between ourselves.

[thistle.]

ooc: Mm'kay then. Let's just pretend that Spottedfoot went off to hunt by himself.

bic:

Now that Spottedfoot had left, the brown tom pondered on what to do. He could discreetly stalk his Clan mate and startle him with a pounce on his back, but that wouldn't be fun enough, considering that there was another cat who deserved some of Barktail's 'vengeance'. A sly grin slowly spread across his jowls and, snatching up his fallen thrush, he set off for a certain she-cat.

The warrior wasn't really a feline that planned much. He was more of an 'action, then think' guy. But today, it was the other way around. How should he attack her? Yowl and scare off whatever prey she was stalking? No, that would probably cause trouble with the rest of the Clan because of the scarcity of food. Well then... hit her on the head with his bird? It was possible. He could just grip one wing and swivel his head around, and catch her on the face. Perfect. Barktail trotted quietly through the pine trees, resisting the urge to spit out the disgusting feathers in his mouth. Although the thrush clogged up most of his senses, he was able to detect - but faintly - the scent of Ashstorm. He was on the right track, and the plan would've ran along smoothly if he hadn't accidentally trodden on a sharp thorn.

Barktail dropped his prey. "Ouch!" he hissed loudly, and hopping on three legs he tried to dislodge it from his pad.

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Ashstorm had just buried a freshly caught fish when she heard a faint hiss of pain, seeming to come from bushes a bit to her right. Her ears pricked, she tried to identify what had made the sound. Quietly she turned around, her small paws sliding slightly on the sandy terrain. Her nose sniffed, but most of what she could scent seemed to be thrush, and not cat at all. But there was a definite smell of tomcat in the air, PineClan, she could tell. She breathed a quick sigh of relief. The gray-furred warrior had thought that it might have been a cat from another Clan creeping up on her, a badger or a fox. They had probably just scratched their fur on a twig or something and were fine now. Still, in the spirit of Clanmate loyalty, she should go check. Softly her paws began to make their way towards the bushes.

[thistle.]

A sense of urgency filled Barktail's mind, telling him to yank out the thorn and limp toward the thickest part of undergrowth for cover. Then maybe he could still carry out his plan. But his Clan mate was getting closer... and perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. Instead of doing what his head told him to do, the tom just spat on the ground and growled as ill-temperedly as he could. "I'll get you next time, you flea-bitten, dung-eating, stupid squirrel!"

Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the greatest actor alive, and if anyone were watching him they'd see a brown-furred cat growled and hissing about a squirrel, but his hackles wouldn't be raised and his face would wear a hurried expression.

ooc: Mmph, sorry for the awfulness, but at least it's something to reply to, I guess. o3o;;

[Cloud of Diamonds]

The faint-striped she-cat was just about to stick her head through the bushes when she heard a somewhat-familiar mew and rolled her eyes in annoyance. It was that stupid tom, Barktail! Cursing about a lost squirrel, from the sound of it. Well, no need to check on him, she thought. Let him curse his stupid mouth off. It was ironic, she thought, as she padded away from the bushes, that in the beginning when he'd come he'd been the one criticizing her for her hunting loss. But since Ashstorm thought her time would be more constructively spent hunting, to a different part of the forest it was. Not that she hadn't been tempted by the thought of giving Barktail a sarcastic grilling. Oh, it was a fun prospect. But Clan first, that was the rule. Now...sniffing the air, mouth open, tail swinging from side to side a bit, ears cocked, and alert for prey. Maybe if she caught something else, she could boast to the arrogant tom back at the fresh-kill pile. A slight smirk made its way onto her face as she contemplated it. If she'd still been a loner, she would've done it. But not in a Clan. No, the gray PineClanner was old enough not to indulge in kittish whims. Ah well. It had been an idea. But wait...was that sound prey? She strained her ears to hear, taking a small step forward.

ooc: You can just stick Barktail in there if ya like. o3o

[thistle.]

When the pain in his foot had subsided and it was clear that Ashstorm had gone back to whatever she was doing, Barktail straightened up and placed his pad back onto the ground. Obviously, there wouldn't be any prey around him after his loud voice broke the quiet of the grassy glade. Reminding himself that his task was to feed his Clan and nothing else, he crouched low and began to prowl away from his current hideout. He left his thrush concealed by the thick undergrowth; he would come back for it later.

Concentrating was slightly difficult for Barktail, who would rather do nothing but flirt and play around days on end. He found that his tail was constantly twitching with anticipation and that it disturbed bracken and ferns. Also, prey wasn't scurrying under fallen leaves and they also weren't taking the risk of dashing past him. Maybe Ashstorm, who was possibly the only other hunting cat in this section of territory, was having better luck. Should he check on her and see if she was...? Hmm. Well, add some fat prey and it'll be a bargain.

The tom ran swiftly but stealthily in her direction, noticing that there were stray clumps of moss lying about and there was a chance of him skidding on them and colliding with Ashstorm. But this time it wasn't as if he wanted to hide himself from her; quite the opposite, in fact. Barktail came abruptly to a stop and said in a hushed meow, "Ashstorm? Ashstorm?!"

[Cloud of Diamonds]

As Ashstorm realized the sound she heard was his annoying mew, she rolled her eyes exasperatedly. Couldn't she just get the heck away from this mouse-brained idiot? He was ruining her focus, not to mention most likely scaring off any prey within a badgerlength. Didn't Barktail have anything better to do than come chasing after her? The question was, should she attempt to make him go away or not? Talking further would make her chances of catching something even lower, but on the other paw he might not go away (though she was wondering why on earth he was here in the first place) if she didn't just ask him what he wanted and maybe then he'd go away. The small gray she-cat didn't want him near her any longer than was needed. So option two it was. Carefully turning around to face him, gray paws tense, green eyes narrowed, the PineClanner spoke in a soft but in no way friendly voice. "Barktail, why are you following me? What do you want?"