cheers<3 [PollenwindxMudthroat]

[whitefoot]

M U Dthroat

Lazy sunlight filtered through the conifers when gaps in the clouds allowed, dappling the grassy forest floor, which had perished long before the arrival of Leafbare. Dark green pines, crispy yellow grass, hazy grayish sky; no color besides the occasional sweep of golden sunshine across the forest. So you can understand why, as he loped merrily through the curling, dead grasses, Mudthroat stuck out like a sore thumb. His dark brown tabby pelt moving hastily through the undergrowth was easily seen and taken note of by the birds in the pine branches, who sang into the cool morning their warning calls.
The fast-disappearing tail of a mouse. The sharp intake of breath. Black pupils dialating. Tense of muscles before the leap. He leapt.
It didn't.
Mudthroat's paws pushed the lean rodent into the ground, digging his claws into its meaty body. The brown warrior watched his prey for a moment, pupils round. He seemed to be viewing the mouse's terror, almost enjoying it. But this was not truly his nature, for the bloodlust of a hunter still pumping in his veins. Then he buried his teeth into the mouse's skull, coming to his senses, and ended it. Hot blood flooded his mouth, and, considering he hadn't eaten yet that morning, he couldn't help but lap up the flowing blood rather than waste it to the ground. The daring tomcat also "accidentally" tore off an ear and swallowed it.
On accident, of course.
Mudthroat's stomach growled fiercely, and for a slight second he considered downing the mouse right then and there. No one was watching, right? And it was just one mouse.. Hunger was making him forget the Warrior Code, something to live and die by in the Clans. His innocent hunger and belly growls were no longer innocent as he eyeballed the mouse thoughtfully. He could feel the pangs of hunger growing more insistent in his gut. Swiping his tongue around in his mouth to leech the remaining tangs of metallic blood, he freed his claws from the limp creature and closed his jaws around its abdomen.. should he, really? Was this him taking his prey in his mouth, or his stomach?

[Crane]

p o l l e n w i n d !

Blood. The scent of blood was heavy in the air. Rich, warm, rather food-like, but there was just a slightly disgusting undertone. Pollenwind had nver been a fan of blood. So why was she smelling it now?
She glanced up at the squirrel that was on a branch above her head, merely a leap away. The hunt was over, now, for Pollenwind anyway. What happened if one of her Clanmates had been injured? She could definitely smell a ShadowClan cat. A tom, from what she could tell.
Pollenwind picked herself up from the crouch, startling the squirrel and causing it to flee. She was panicking a little. Her tortiseshell pelt helped her disguse as she ran swiftly through the undergrowth, her petite frame and paws barely leaving a trace in the ferns.
She burst through the last fern and into a more forsted area, ith soft, springy grass underfoot. If Pollenwind wasn't in a rush, she might have even played a little. Oh, right, she was looking for the source of the blood. Her eyes darted around suspiciouly, before she spotted Mudthroat, a mouse in his jaws. It looked mouthwatering.
Pollenwind instantly relaxed. She was such a jumpy little mousebrain.
"Morning, Mudthroat," she purred cheerfully. "Nice catch."

[whitefoot]

M U Dthroat

A cheerful, milk-on-the-morning purr startled Mudthroat out his hunger trance. The rickety tom's brown fur stood on end for a moment until he reigistered that the cat speaking was of his own Clan.
"Oh, oh," the tom purred back just as cheerfully, his sanguine nature erupting at the sight of a fellow ShadowClanner. Hey, there, Pollenwind! And yeah, thanks. How're you faring? he pulled his lips back in a cat-like, friendly smile. His teeth gleamed a little crimson.
The dark brown tom swished his tail gaily, bright eyes now free of a hunter's bloodlust. The cheery tom was back again now, and friendlier than ever in the presence of a she-cat, although Pollenwind wasn't the prettiest he'd ever laid his little eyes on. But no matter, she was a nice enough cat, right? And besides, he needed some company. Then suddenly, his stomach decided to join the conversation. It made a tortured, dejected sound as it lost all hope of an early meal.
Well, that thoroughly ruined Mudthroat's posture. not that he had one, but not he just looked like a growling fool. He dropped his eyes apologetically.
"Eh, sorry." he mewed, showing his teeth in a toothy grin again. "My stomach talks more than I do," His endeavors at some humor appeared to be a bit fruitless, as his tongue was a bit dry for comedy. But, he gave it a whirl nonetheless.