[i got a new low - all 52 cards in row] bearxcrow

[Pie]

Bearclaw

Nothing warmed up the ol' muscles like a quick trip around the territory. Really, check the boarders, hunt a little, one could get two mice with one claw. At least, that was Bearclaw's plan. In actuality he was checking to see if Shika had been around. While no one knew of his kin, they still met in secret. They always had. She had ways of letting him know she was around and with all this snow her scent was hidden quiet well. Thankfully he was a dang good tracker.

However, today she wasn't around. Nor had she been around for the past few sunrises. It saddened him really. He didn't have much going on in the clan. Yes, he was liked and known and had friendships, but there was nothing close to something like family. With his mother and father gone he really had no one.

Sighing to himself the large, russet colored tom angled his ears this way and that hoping for some prey. Maybe a stiff creature had ventured out for food and he'd be able to get it. Just as he was about to turn and head back to camp, his green and gold eyes caught some movement.

Licking his whiskers excitedly, the red and brown bear of a cat crouched low, keeping to the snow. With the silent surroundings he was less likely to break twigs and leaves with his big ol' self. Peering over the snow mound, there it was; a rabbit big enough for a cat and maybe an apprentice. Foolish thing! He may not be the best hunter but this was one he wasn't going to let go. Slinking around the snow, Bearclaw's nose twitched as he sunk onto his paws, ready to launch forward and barrel the creature down. In five....four....three...two...one

[Slug]

Crowclaw was a talented hunter no matter the weather or season. He prided himself in catching the best of the meadow and he did so with obvious skill. With his long limbs and a sleek body, he was swift and could leap like no other, always bringing plenty back to the freshkill pile.

Of course, that didn't mean he didn't snack a few times on the job, but he made that up with his haul. It would be such a nuisance if he had to listen to Cedarstar lectures about the code and other things that Crowclaw didn't care a lick about. Really, he was sure he wasn't the only to have a bite while hunting. He bet even Cedarstar did it sometimes. Hypocrites, the lot of them!

But enough about himself. Crowclaw was on a mission and he would not let himself get distracted by his own thoughts, no matter how well-spoken or heart-wrenching they were. After all, Bearclaw wasn't going to sit there and stare down the rabbit into submission. He had to act now.

There was a cry as Crowclaw came flying at the rabbit--

And tumbled to a stop in front of Bearclaw instead, the rabbit fleeing at the sight of the black tom. It was long gone by the time Crowclaw got to his feet, fighting back a grin as he shook his pelt of snow. Mental note: don't do that ever again, he chattered in thought, skin prickling with the beginnings of frostbite. He really should have planned that better, but the opportunity had been perfect. He would make sure to find some sun later...

"Feeling a little slow today, Bearclaw?"

[Pie]

Bearclaw


Bearclaw stared at the rabbit, then the slow plow, then the black shape before him. "Ya know, I think the rabbit went that way." The tom flicked his tail in the direction the fuzzy creature went. Generally Crowclaw was the best hunter. Fool.

"Feeling a little slow today, Bearclaw?"[/i]

The MeadowClanner twitched his whiskers in amusement. "Not really, thanks for your concern. You feelin' cold at all?" Chuckling lightly Bearclaw swiped some snow away with his huge paws and sat with his tail curled around him. He'd be fine for a bit sitting like this. He was like a transportable heater and loved every minute of it.

Looking out to where the rabbit ran, Bearclaw's stomach growled loudly. "I thought you could tell the difference between me and a rabbit." Pretending to mull the thought over, the russet-brown tom hmm'd as he tilted his head, almost mockingly at the other tom. Of course, it was all in good fun. No harm intended. In his mind Crowclaw never took the time to have fun. He seemed so concerned with hating the world that he forgot what it was like to live. Sure his sarcastic, mean, harsh ways gave him character, but it wasn't a healthy way to live. For Bearclaw life was about the choices you made and how you delt with things that got you down. For him you needed to find an upside to things or be smothered in the darkness and never find a chance to rise again.

Shika was similar to Crowclaw in that way, she at least had an idea of what a filter was before opening her mouth...sometimes. Chuckling again, to himself more than anything, Bearclaw rolled some snow beneath his claws. Watching it stick together intrigued him. Feeling the cold bite his pads he wrinkled his nose and flicked the white powder upward, accidentally throwing it at his black coated clan mate. [/size]