Welcome to the Jungle -Snap-

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Crouching low, tail tip flicking slowly with each thought that crosses her mind Jaydapple watched the vole scuffle along the earth, searching for seeds and other tasty treats. She felt bad taking the life of a creature that was probably trying to feed its own family, yet her clan had to be fed as well. The warm green leaf sun poked through the branches of the high trees, splotches of sun making the ground appear golden. Muscles bunching, the warrior exploded forth claws out stretched, aiming for the spinal column of the prey. Sharp canines, designed for hunting made contact with its destination. Lifting her muzzle, tongue swiped around her jowls, noticing the clean bite. Eyes closed she thanked Starclan for the prey, lifting it gently to take it towards her other pile. Moving the earth she added the small vole to her other kills, burying it to continue hunting.

The slender tabby she-cat moved towards a taller evergreen hoping for a bird or two. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than hunting it was climbing trees. Jaydapple thrived in her hunting moments, her solace. The tabby she-cat had few friends, one or two she considered good friends, Breezepaw the medicine cat apprentice and Rainwhisker the deputy were the only two she spoke with on a regular basis. While wishing she was more social, a cat others flocked to Jaydapple was not. It was not in her nature to be social, even as a kit she was not.

Gazing up at the tree claws slid out as hind legs bunched limbs exploding again as she climbed expertly up the tree to the lowest branch. Grinning she looked down, then back up to the next limb, leaping up. Spying the pigeon she stalked forth, thanking Starclan for the wind blowing towards her. Leaping she ended the prey's life quickly. Sighing happily she climbed down, limbs spread apart allowing herself to move down the tree. Touching the earth again she went back to her pile, noticing a patch of sunlight drowning it. Burying the pigeon the tabby she-cat crouched down, lowering herself as tongue exposed grooming herself. While Jaydapple may not be the most social, she was at least determined to look good. Warmth enveloped the she-cat, as she began dozing off. Gentle green blades made a soft nest for the she-cat, the forest a better companion than many for her.

*Not one fo my better posts, sorry*

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Fluffywhite clouds painted the light-blue sky as dawn became daytime. Lazily the puffy masses of vapor slid across their blue canvas. A darker, gray-blue ear flicked in response. The owner of that ear tore his amber gaze down from above and placed it onto the cats currently mingling in the rocky camp's center. He was perched on a low ledge poking out from the walls of their home. He often sat here to watch patrols come and go. But currently no patrols were needed. He had sent off a dawn patrol earlier and everything went smoothly. Just a few heartbeats ago, a hunting patrol came back with a good amount of prey to add to the flourishing pile. Rainwhisker took a breath and pushed his ears back to his skull, trying to relax. It should be easy, he works hard enough. He should be able to just sit and stretch his muscles or not do anything at all. But, no, that wasn't the case with him. He was always fidgety and restless. Opening his jaws slightly, he let out a silent exhale.

The deputy pushed himself to his paws. Kneading the ground with his claws, he decided to go take a quick walk through the forest, maybe visit a border on his own or catch something. He always felt guilty when he left and came back with nothing to eat. His amber eyes moved towards the rocky exit and his paws soon followed. The clear sky was now interrupted by various sizes of tree branches. He liked the shade, but he loved a clear sky more. Something about it was very beautiful to him. Rainwhisker could watch it forever if he really tried. Then again... maybe not. He had duties to his clan and friends and family. His long tail swishing behind him, his blue paws carried him on.

Soon, his nose was hit by a familiar scent. It was ThunderClan, so no need to worry. A heartbeat later he recognized it as his friend Jaydapple. She must be out on her own again. He'd realized she'd done that a lot. Not that it was a problem, he just assumed she preferred spending time on her own. Rolling his shoulders, his gaze caught on a recently dug up spot in the ground. She'd been hunting. The tom swung his head around to spot the warrior snoozing in the plush green grass. He padded over in front of her and laid down a respectable distance away. Perhaps he could relax. On his side, he breathed out lightly and closed his fiery eyes.