Fandom A Runaway’s New Home [Private 1x1]

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang stopped on a rocky piece of earth, swiftly turning back for a moment to eye the she-cat. The north stones were in his sights, the clearing of trees allowing hot rocks to reflect the Newleaf sun.


His ears and tail twitch, the sunlight dancing on the dust that drifted off his pelt. Has he once again put his feelings onto this she-cat? Her confused tone made the tom unsure as he continued.

“No, you just seemed like you have something to say. You’re always stuck in your head..” He huffed dismissal, hoping he hadn’t pried where his nose didn’t belong. RobinFang’s wondered if it was HoneyPool’s constant paranoia or if it was just another cat’s presence that put him on edge.


His lean shoulders poked out his square form as he pounced up on the large rock platform ahead of him, the bright shining stones forward, marking their destination.


As he trots forward, hoping to leave his anxious, tense energy behind him, he tosses a meow over his shoulder.

“Watch for snakes; they’re popular in the nursery.” RobinFang informed.

 

[Honeypool]

Her muzzle remained shut as she followed him the rest of that way. Mixed feelings floated around her and she couldn’t really formulate what she wanted to truly say to the grumpy Tom. His snappy tone made her feel uneasy and it felt like she had to constantly walk around eggshells with him. A feeling she wasn’t unfamiliar with at all. She couldn’t tell if he was crossed with her or if he was just being himself.

She had only really seen him interact with a pawful of cats and none of them long enough to really paint a good picture of him. Her tail waved back and forth at his comment, unsure if that was a rude remark or not. So what if she was always stuck in her head, she had a lot to think about and process. Not that he would understand.

Following him up the rocks, she leaped to the side of him, her fur fluffing up in the wind. She just nodded her head, pushing down her feeling, hoping that this hunt would distract her for a little bit. She still wasn’t a huge fan of the texture of a snake, nor did she even know how to properly catch one. This was going to be an experience for sure.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

His pelt glowed a few shades lighter in the sun, his paws tapping on the hard hot stone beneath him comfortably. In contrast to the rest of Shadowclan lands, the northern stones parted a clearing of trees, letting morning glare reflect on the soft light gray surfaces.

RobinFang would be tempted to flop his course pelt on the rock to the sun like a dirty rag, but the ease was chased away by another cat so close by. He scans the area quietly, his stance on the bordering rock field making it easier not to scare away potential prey.



The warrior’s eyes pupils widen, spotting something in the clearing. His black tail flickers HoneyPool forward, his head gesturing ahead of them.

A black thing scrambled across the rocks a few fox tails away, the large newt resting in a spot of sunlight. RobinFang licks his lips at the large lizard, turning to the brown she-cat with a click of his long teeth.

“This is no different than those rabbits you hunt. Just don’t go chasing them into a hiding place.” He shrugged, hoping it was simple enough, before parting from her left to submerge himself in the shadows.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool had to stop herself from sighing as she watched him walk away. So chase them? She let her eyes scan across the top of the rocks hoping to spot something. Her tail waved back and forth in anticipation before freezing as a scaled brown-gray pelt zigzagged onto a rock.

Her ears shot up as she slowly began to inch her ways towards it. She felt exposed with nothing but large rocks to use as coverage. She was being careful with her footing hoping she wouldn’t slip from the smooth areas on the rocks. She hauled herself up another large rock before stopping. Her tail tip twitched as she zoned in on the creature. It seemed to be sunbathing itself as it’s eyes were closed.

Easy! She jumped with outstretched claws and forelegs. The creature quickly shot off the rock and landed on the ground with a thump. She bounded after it. Her long legs quickly catching up to it before she jumped again. Her forepaw coming in contact with its back as she squished it down and gave it a quick killing bite.

Her amber eyes sparkled feeling the rush of hunting again really excited her. Even if it was prey she wasn’t fond of. She picked up her kill and made her way back to their starting rock to drop it off. Her fur fluffed up with self pride.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang’s green eyes peered from the shade, his ears perking at the sound of the newt succumbing under HoneyPool’s weight. The she-cat easily outran the dark lizard made for a clean fresh-kill, her bite not leaving a speck of blood on rocks.

He pads up to the larger cat, glad the warrior was an excellent hunter despite the adjustment. The tortoiseshell’s tail flicks and waves behind him, the smell of prey intriguing him and dragging him forward.


“Good job HoneyPool.” He congratulated her respectfully, put in a good mood by the successful kill. He forced his eyes to tear away from her muzzle carrying the newt to scan the stones. RobinFang briefly paced ahead in his search, sniffing the air as his ears twitched.

“Your chase did scare off the rest of the prey.” He huffed, still retaining his better mood, hoping over her large stone to encourage a search.

 

[Honeypool]

She blinked in surprise not expecting him to praise her, but she smiled nonetheless before dropping the lizard at her paws. “Thank you, and sorry.” Her ears drew back a bit as she followed his gaze over the rocks. Scrambling over the rocks probably wasn’t the best way to hunt here. She made a mental note to be more careful if she ever came back here to hunt. She was expecting him to be upset by her mistake but he seemed okay by it.

Her paws shuffled anxiously. “I want to apologize for my recent behavior.” She quickly blurted out. Her fur slightly ruffled as she began to speak. Meeting his gaze for a second she looked down at her paws as she began gently prodding at her catch. “This is just…. A lot to take in.” Her voice softened slightly. “But it’s still not an excuse to be rude towards you.” As she finished speaking she turned her head to the side to look at nothing in the distance. If she was wrong about something she was able to at least own up to it.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang turned back to the she-cat, the incline of the stone making the tom look down on the she-cat, his green eyes reflecting her remorse. He was a bit perturbed by the warrior’s apology, the Shadowclan cat unused to anyone being so openly wrong.


“It’s fine. While certainly moody, you’re not rude.” He sighed, having heard much worse from clan mates. His head turns to follow HoneyPool’s gaze, unsure of what she was staring at, unaware of the blue over her amber eyes.

Suddenly his tail flicks like a rattlesnake against the rock, his teeth clicking together in anticipation, and his green eyes caught on an object in the distance. RobinFang crouches, spotting one of his favorite pieces of prey, a crow, peck and scrap it’s beck along the hard earth.


He motions for HoneyPool to stand back, zeroing in on the bird across the sunny clearing. He goes right, bordering along the shade where his speckled pelt camouflaged him best. His green eyes trained on the bird as he neared, now a few tails away from the she-cat.


As his paw steps only an inch away from the crow’s standing, the bird panics at the close sound, their wings stuttering upwards in the opposite direction. RobinFang used this to his advantage, gaining vantage under the bird in a short sprint before pouncing upwards.

His injured paws didn’t affect the action, RobinFang leaping fangs first. His muzzle snaps around the crow’s tail in an explosion of feathers, his head jerking downward in a swing to slam the prey along the stones.


RobinFang grunts from the landing on his bandage paws but quickly recomposes himself as his now twitching prey. His jaws wrap around the crow’s neck, the bird’s injury bleeding along the rocks as he trots back to HoneyPool.


Still gripping his fresh-kill he meows. “Are you still up for the abandoned twoleg homes?” He huffs, his paws stinging from the harsh landing.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool opened her mouth to speak again but fell silent as she noticed he had his attention on something else. She followed his gaze to a crow in the distance. Keeping herself rooted to the rock she was sitting on she watched him try to catch it. Her tail wrapping itself around her paws as she watched from the distance. Her amber eyes filled with curiosity as the warm sunlight collided with her back. She closed her eyes slightly to the warm and gentle feeling. Her ears twitching slightly as Robinfang hunted.

A wince erupted from her body at the sight of the rough ambush followed by the killing of the bird. Was he always this rough with his prey? Her tail tip waved back and forth as she got to her paws as he made his way back to her. If any prey had returned to the rocks, it would be gone again. It was moments like this she was happy she hadn't been born as prey. She nodded her head quickly. She had never seen the inside of a twoleg house before and the slight excitement was getting to her. They had a barn on WindClan territory but that was about it.

She picked up her lizard and jumped down for the rock. Her tail waving high in the air at her catch. She would still have a long way to go before any cat would trust her, not that she truly cared. As long as she was able to leave camp and do something, she was pleased.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang hesitated behind the she-cat, the cat’s airy way of walking catching him off guard compared to the way she had shivered trapped in the medicine den only the day before. He quickly trotted behind HoneyPool to catch up, happy she had eased up early.

The tom slowly made his way in front of HoneyPool as they walked across the Sunny clearing, reentering the shade of the forest. The sun still managed to dance on their pelts, but the growing canopy caught most of the dawn’s light.


While not nearly as bad as the marshes, their paws began to stick to the ground nearing the Thunderclan border. The land is a wet mix of morning dew and the other clan’s various shades of dirt. RobinFang didn’t seem to mind the mud sticking under his pads, clinging to his wrapped front paws, making his legs weigh more on his lean form.


As the duo made their way north, the woods became increasingly darker as cold winds whistled through the sharp leaves of yew and pine. The thick layer of decaying moss and undergrowth drenched their surrounding with the smell of earth; the tom used various rotting roots to scrap his paws of mud.

When the woods howled ahead of the two, echoing in the black of shadows and mist of fog, the warrior increased his pace nearing their destination. The Tom leaped on a giant piece of spider wood, the dead root curling into the ground where it once served as a root.


His nose pointed forward, his green eyes lighting as he recognized the destination, a few paces away, a dilapidated cabin. He gestures for the she-cat to join beside him on the wood with a rattle of his tail.

Up ahead was what could barely be called a shelter. The flimsy metal roof collapsed from heavy rain and corrosion, the planks of wood splintering from decay. He smiles, an odd spark of familiarity in his gaze, as he puts down his prey to talk. “That’s the abandon twoleg place; rats love the area.” RobinFang informed.


He quickly grabs his fresh-kill, hopping down from the root with a wet squish of undergrowth.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool trailed behind, much closer now that she had been when they first left camp, feeling better now that she had apologized for her actions, but she still knew it would be better to keep her distance. The early dawn soon turned to early morning and the once pink and orange sky melted into a pale blue. The light clouds created shadows as they walked. Honeypool's brown and cream fur turned shades of gray. She looked up, her amber eyes now darker in the shadows of the forest.

She trailed behind a bit further now, her eyes catching on little things in the distance. Breaking into a trot she caught up with the patched tom and joined him beside the root. A graceful leap, as she then quickly sat down and looked in front of them, her amber eyes wide at the sight. They scanned only what she could make out. It was much bigger up closer than she had thought. Her tail waved back and forth as she followed him down, picking up the pace she brushed past him.

Dropping her lizard onto the ground and scraping some leave litter and earth over it, she would come back for the later. Her curiosity was much more focused on the twoleg house. Getting closer she sniffed the air. The scent of rat was strong along with a strong smell of musk and rot. Her nose wrinkled a bit at the smell. The years of rain and exposure had not been kind to the nest, that was sure. She padded about one side of the building looking for a way in. Not really wanting to wait for Robinfang she eventually found a small opening and pushed herself inside the hole. It was dark.

A few holes in the roof gave way to some sunlight. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the change in lighting. She took a few steps forward. Her eyes landing on a random away of items left behind many moons ago. She sniffed around. The scents from outside much stronger inside the trapped nest. She looked around, her tail high as she poked her head around a wall, not expecting the nest to have so many tunnels in it. "Wow." Her mew was breathless as she made her way around a corner into a long hallway.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang crept alongside HoneyPool to catch up but parted to leap on a rotten windowsill. The slanted wood jiggled under his weight but settled to bend to adapt under the warrior, who spiked his fresh-kill on the shattered glass window where scavengers couldn’t reach.

Careful not to cut himself with the broken glass, he jumped inside with a heavy thud that rattled the weak floorboards beneath him. His ears perked at the sound of scurrying that reacted to the thud of his landing, immediately crouching low as the warrior padded to the second door on his left.


His pelt was splattered with the leaking sunlight that dripped from the metal roofing, having to stretch his limbs across the littered floor of debris that occasionally snagged on his fur. Worn rubber boots piled the entry of the crooked sealed door, the rotten planks below them painted in a mix of wet dull pictures, smashed glass, and mossy roots of trees that thrived off the nest’s corpse.

He peered his head into the door entry, seeming to know the place by heart, licking his lips at the rat gold mine. The old decayed kitchen was almost barren of food; cardboard packaging and plastics were torn across the room from previous critter’s looting. On high shelves nearly touching the ceiling, the white paint chipped and the bottom buckled under its poor support, rodents ran and dug in the remaining stock of spoiled grains.


He sat up gently, careful not to make a sound as he turned back to HoneyPool. RobinFang spoke in his typical stern tone, but at a volume barely above a whisper, as his paw waved for her to come closer. “I scare them down, you strike.” He murmured curtly, having the she-cat look around the corner into the prey-rich room.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool padded down the long corridor. Her eyes glowing in the darkness before she found herself in another den. The smell of wet wood and moss was the easiest of make out as she glanced to look over at Robinfang with a spark of wonder in her eyes. The ground was soft and bumpy under her paws as she lightly jumped over piles. Where twolegs always this messy? She snorted slightly as her nose wiggled back a sneeze. Using her forepaw she gentle rubbed her nose before continuing her mini adventure. Placing her paws on the soles of the rubber boots she stretched herself to look down into them. The stale scent of water and moss wafted around. Sticks and leaves floated around in the half-filled boots she Honeypool shoved her face down deeper.

The rancid water touched the tip of her nose as she quickly withdrew her head to shake the water from her muzzle. Stepping over something crunchy and hard she looked down to find some type of shiny smooth rock. Nudging it gentle with her paw she tried to flip it around. Her ears perked up with interested as she realized it was clear and see-through, Much like water. Hard water. She gave up on it and padded to a different corner of the room. The old floors lightly creaking under her weight as she jumped slightly.

Stepping away from the creaking wood she quietly dashed over to Robinfang's side. Peering into a new area she turned to look at him to speak but he had beat her to it. She had forgotten they were here to hunt. She simply nodded understanding his request before getting into position. "Got it." Her voice as low as his. She crouched down letting her claws uncurl as her ears twitched. She could hear the sound of light scurrying and chewing as she got closer to the ground. Her eyes darkened and narrowed. If anything, she just wanted to explore more but of course that would have to wait.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang eyed HoneyPool as she got into position before stepping into the kitchen. The warrior stayed away from the small opening that lit the room, creeping on the opposite side of the shelving with a gentle tread from pot to pan that littered the cracked tile flooring.



Hiding in the shadow of the caved-in island table, he crept up the wooden drawers of the counter like stairs with his side pressed to the grime of the old broken refrigerator. The tortoiseshell sneaked along the hanging cabinets, the white wood dripping in old liquid as they drooped along the walls in rot, turning a corner to face the tall shelf.

Once slinking from under the wall opening, the used-to-be window hanging above the corroded sink, he crouched in position with his eyes flickering to HoneyPool in confirmation. He pads a few inches closer, his utter silence making him invisible to the fuzzy creatures, bettering his position to jump.


He suddenly leaps upwards, bounding off the cabinet above him to land harshly off the top of the high shelf. The high furniture wobbled under the action, RobinFang’s pelt brushing along the dust-ridden ceiling, the rats squealing in panic.

The lean tom shoves his paw under the roof of the shelf beneath him, his elbow bending as he swatted about randomly in the rodent-infested cubby. His orange paw strikes several boxes off the shelves and onto the floor in a quick motion, the shelf’s frame shaking back and forth as rats flow from the floor in a flood of high pitch shrieks.


RobinFang flipped and curled into the high shelf, biting and swinging at the ample supply of prey, snarling as he pounced from rat to rat to tear into their fur and skin with long teeth. His ungraceful and loud pouncing in the enclosed space sways the shelf harshly, the furniture’s tiny rotten legs bending at the stress, as his muzzle smashed against the side, catching a jaw full of rat tail and fur.

RobinFang’s loud attack scares dozens of small black coats to race blindly about HoneyPool, too distracted by the tom’s loud hissing and sneering fangs. The prey scurried around the she-cat’s feet, running to various exits in the walls and doors.

 

[Honeypool]

Her fur bristled slightly. She wasn't prepared for such a large number of rats to charge at her. Lifting her paws slightly she caught one, swiftly killing it with a bite to the next before jumping onto another, pinning one down with one forepaw and another with her other she was able to kill them both quickly. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest as some crawled over her. She arched her back and shook her fur out sending some flopping to the ground below her feet, slightly winded as the she-cat finished them off. They were going to bring back so much!

Her eyes bounced from rat to rat as she squeaked past her. She left the door frame and chased after a few that made their ways into the hall. Ducking under piles of trash and squeezing their bodies into small holes in the floor, Honeypool had lost a few. She looked around aimlessly before zoning in on one dashing into the furthest room. She leaped after it, her back legs kicking up old piles of trash as she did. Running through the house was difficult for her as she wasn't too sure what was solid ground or what was wet and slippery.

She pushed along before jumping and landing in front of the rat. Her tail waved back and forth with excitement as she reached for it, but it slipped through her paws. The chase was still on. It raced back the other way as Honeypool chased it back down the hall. Its terrified squeak rang through her ears as she jumped at it again. Feeling its soft body beneath her paws she bent down to finish it off but the rolled and nipped at her paw.

A startled squeak erupted from her lips as it raced up her leg. She quickly snatched it by the scruff violently before tossing it against the hallway wall. It's body colliding with a harsh thump as it fell motionless. She started in shock at the now limp rat. A puff of air escaped from her nose as she sat there with ruffled fur. She lifted her forepaw checking it for blood but finding nothing. She picked it up and carried it over to the rest of her pile.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang shook a rat by its neck, tossing it onto the dirty tile floor along with the other few kills he managed. His paws shook beneath him in reaction to the throw, the weak shelling finally seeming to succumb to its decay.

RobinFang sat a moment longer to catch his breath, unaware of the rotten leg now pressed flatly with the ground. The tom only truly registered his descent as china slid off the shelving to crack and shatter along the tiles, RobinFang now seizing up and clinging onto the old wood shelf as it fell.

In an impulse, RobinFang leaps off the furniture with a yowl, his chest colliding against the tile floor with a slide into debris. He grimaced as the tall shelf crumbled in impact with the flooring, adding to the already messy twoleg nest, as the warrior had to cover his ears at the loud cacophony of dying glass and wood.


Once opening his eyes, the plume of dust making him wrinkle his nose in a false sneeze, RobinFang was able to make his way over to the destroyed shelf. Luckily HoneyPool wasn’t in the way of its destruction, the she-cat in about her room hunting as the tom now rummaged through the wreckage in search of his fresh-kill.

His tail swayed in annoyance behind him, bothered by his own clumsiness and racket, ducking his head into the pile of wood with a new layer of dust settling on his coat.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool turned her head to peek into the room due to the loud commotion. The once clear room was now cascaded in dust as she peered through the foggyness for a few seconds before retreating to sneeze. Shaking out her fur she poked her head back in. Her ears twitching slightly as her fur lifted along her spine. She placed one paw into the doorway before the other and wiggled herself inside slowly and with caution. She looked around, her amber eyes round as she swiftly walked towards Robinfang. "Are you okay?" Her voice was hushed as the loud sound now had her on edge.

She turned to look back up at the shelf where he once sat before looking down at the ground below them. The base of her tail slightly puffed out as she seemingly put two and two together. "You're not hurt, are you?" Her voice was laced with concern as she looked over the tom from where she stood. While the rundown house had her interest, she could tell it clearly wasn't safe to stay in for long periods of time.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang pulled out of the pile with two rat tails between his teeth, his shoulders bending with some effort to squeeze back through the destroyed showcase’s pile of splinters and mold.

“I’mmFine.” The tom slurs with his last extrusion of energy to lift himself from the debris, his pelt smelling of filth and dusted in colors of grime. He trots over to HoneyPool’s pile of scattered pile of fresh-kill, placing down the two roughen-up rodents with a dismissive huff.


While RobinFang was very proud of the abundant prey, he clicked his teeth together in disapproval at the mess the attack caused. The tortoise began to methodically gather the dead game, scooting their limp bodies together vertically til they touched tails to make for easier pickup. His green eyes look up at HoneyPool, spotting the she-cat with nothing else to do.

The lean warrior waves her off with a paw, the cobweb that once bandaged it thoroughly torn to a pathetic shred. “This is a one-cat job. You can wait outside if you want; I’ll be with you shortly.” RobinFang reported swiftly, unsure how the she-cat could be useful.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool looked down at the pile they had created before picking up what she could of her kill. She wasn't too sure if they could carry everything back in one trip. She glanced up at Robinfang but simply dipped her head as she carried three rats between her teeth. She could have to come back inside for the rest. She made her way out the house through the same hole she came in from and quickly buried her kills with the lizard from earlier.

Turning on her heel she raced back into the house to get the other three rats she had left behind. Gathering them she decided to look around the house once more, in a swiftly manner. Turning corner after corner she took a peek inside every room. Her paws never seeming to slowly back as she paced back and forth through hallway after hallway. She never imagined twolegs would need so much room or so many of them to begin with.

She made her way back outside and sat down beside her pile as she waited for Robinfang. Her thoughts wandering a bit. She couldn't imagine living in a rundown place like that. The thought of it made her shiver. She would feel way to cramped and crowded. How did kittypets do it? She bent her head and gave her ear and quick scratch with her back leg.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang gathered about a cluster of rats, lazily swatting at them together and lightly nipping at their tails to clump the prey together. In the cornered of his green eyes, his gaze caught on HoneyPool pacing in and out of the house, helping with the load of rodents.

The warrior finished up his organization, dragging the last couple of rats by their tails to join HoneyPool outside. Crouching through the hole in the wall where the she-cat entered, the tom spots the brown warrior burying her fresh-kill. RobinFang treads over to the cat, curtly dropping his own rats on top of the shallow grave.


Instead of saying anything, his eyes flicker back to the twoleg home, the tom quickly turning to bound up and leap up to the shattered where he first entered the house. His fangs pick the impaled crow off the shattered glass delicately, his bite securing the bird into his jaws as he hopped down again.

The crow shook off its remaining feathers, the tom seeming to try and eat the prey as he walked to the she-cat. Not wanting to carry all the extra game, he rests on his haunches to try and finish off his favorite piece of prey before returning to camp.


Black feathers stuck in RobinFang’s coat and muzzle as the tom pulled off the forbid, his gaze returning to HoneyPool as he cleared his throat. “We're not going be able to carry all this back to camp, and I’m just trying to lighten the load.” RobinFang excused himself, not wanting to admit his hunger and come off as lazy.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool looked down at him, slightly taken back. She didn't know they were allowed to eat prey before bringing it back to camp. She said nothing and just dipped her head at him. He was right though. They had caught a lot and it would be a hassle to carry it all back to camp. I guess she got too excited in the hunt. Newleaf was always promising with more prey after a cold and harsh leaf-bare.

She tucked her paws under herself. Could they send someone else to come and collect the rest of their catch? That is what she would have done if she was back home. Trying to carry more than two rabbits was always a challenge for her. She normally found herself tripping over them and would constantly have to stop to put them down and calm herself from the frustration seeping into her pelt.

Her ear twitched at the memory. ShadowClan was too marshy to hold rabbits and it was too far from the moorlands for them to race across the border into the territory. She would have to make do catching lizards and racing over rocks for now. She looked down at her rats. A lot of this prey was new to her. Snakes, frogs, and lizards, but rats were fairly common if the cats traveled to the old barn.

She had only gone there a few times, usually when it was raining too hard or during the coldest days in leaf-bare. There were always rats there at least. But racing through a large hay filled barn was still very different from racing though a filthy twoleg nest. Why keep the barns clean but not their dens? Honeypool took this chance to look behind her at the old rundown house once more. Her amber eyes filled with curiosity at their strange ways but said nothing about it. "Do you want to send someone to come and get the rest?" She asked turning to look back at Robinfang. If he said no an idea popped up in her head.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang enjoyed the crow’s flesh, plucking feathers aside to gain at the tough dark meat. While he was briefly aware of the need to feed the nursery first, he shunned the rule away, as most of his peers typically cheated during a successful hunt like this one.

He ruffled his fur once finished, the bird now a pile of bones and dirty guts. "Do you want to send someone to come and get the rest?" HoneyPool asked, breaking the tom from his trance with a paw passing over his ear.


He shook his head in disagreement with the cat’s statement after dusting off his forehead with a gentle swipe. “We can carry this in one trip if we split the work.” He reassured, quickly grabbing a jaw full of rodent tails, uplifting about four rats.

While RobinFang struggles to balance the weight of the prey, he nods, gesturing for HoneyPool to do the same. The tom gave one last tussle to his fur, dust plumbing off his coat, before standing facing the woods where the two came.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool looked at the tom for a few seconds. It was clear he was going to struggle with the catch all the way back home and they would have to walk a while. I just had to get stuck with the stubborn one. She looked down at her pile there was no way she would be able to carry all of those rats and her lizard back in one trip. She sighed softly before splitting her load in half. Eyeing the few creatures, she sorted them out from what she assumed the heaviest and the lightest would be. "Do me a favor? She asked looking over at Robinfang from the side of her eyes. "Lay the rest across my back." She said nonchalantly before picking up the lightest catch in her mouth.

It would be easier that way and she wouldn't be dragged down by all the weight in front of her, but she would have to walk more carefully which wasn't a hassle here. She could use the semi flat ground to her advantage here rather than back on WindClan where the slopes would be a struggle. She folded into herself slightly, crouching, so that Robinfang would have an easier time placing the rest of the prey on her back.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

RobinFang huffed as he placed down his own supply of rodents, craning his neck down to set the rats aside on the dark grass, the blades tussling the morning dew. The tom pads foreword, seeing the she-cat dramatic for such a complex carrying method, but getting to to the task anyways, sitting beside her side.

He makes quick work of setting the prey on HoneyPool’s soft pelt, his paws at first diligent to not further upset his bandages before just using his muzzle to balance the fresh-kill along her thick coat. He stands up, flexing his neck and arching his back in one quick motion to rid of all aches of the chaotic hunt, fetching to pick up his own prey.


The warrior wasted no time to start heading back to camp, his walk slightly altered, having to lift his head high to avoid tripping over the catch. RobinFang turned back to HoneyPool, his green eyes attentive and reflecting the late morning sun, wordlessly waiting for her to follow him back into the dark woods.

 

[Honeypool]

Honeypool said nothing letting the tom do the small task for her. He was probably thinking she was strange for making such a request, but she didn't care. As long as she got the pray back in one trip it would be worth it. She didn't want to add much pressure to her neck, and this way everything would help keep her even. Once the task was done, she grabbed the rest of her kill before slowly lifting herself back up. A bit shaky at first but she eventually got ahold of it before following the tom back to camp.

Her tail waved behind her to help her keep her balance as she followed swiftly behind him. One step after another she was mindful or any large dips, rocks, or logs, she would have to step over. Minus that she was doing fine with her own speed, of course walking slowly than normally, but still making some good pace. Having done this before had made it easier for her. Her amber eyes glowed slightly under the warm sunlight, almost making them look like they were made out of honey themselves as she kept her head forward.

For once, since she left WindClan's territory and wound up here, her mind was clear. She wasn't thinking too much about her old clanmates, the incident, or even Mistletuft. She was enjoying this tiny moment of peace. Exploring the abandoned twoleg nest had helped a bit, letting her mind wonder to something new had given her new things to think about during the trip. But a wave of uncertainty still clung to her pelt.

She glanced over at Robinfang for a moment, feeling relived their small hunting trip had not ended up in a disaster. She sighed, just glad this morning was turning out better than how last night had gone. "If you're struggling, I can always carry another one." Honeypool offered as she trailed behind him.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

They strolled, the tom pacing himself only a tail ahead of HoneyPool as she balanced their fresh-kill. The dawn was quiet except for the waking of songbirds, the forest now a harsh contrast to the foggy sunrise where the darkness still housed nocturnal threats. While it’s only been a few minutes, RobinFang had almost completely forgotten the she-cat’s presence, the tortoise’s tense shoulders relaxing as his gaze circled about the canopy to watch the fowl sing and fly against the pale blue sky.



The warrior had returned to his idle stiff stature when HoneyPool broke the silence.

RobinFang shook his head at her offer; the clumping of prey dragged along the earth as the tom held them high by the tails. While the brindle occasionally tripped over his own feet, he was set on doing his own share of work without a crutch.



The tortoiseshell never seemed to return to his more calm posture, trotting between roots where moss comforted his feet. His front leg’s webbing was stringy, the cobwebs stinking to dirt as he walked, his cracked pads re-splitting on the wet ground.


The two continued back the way they came, the earth softening as the warriors made their way through the mud. When the pine leaves begin to part, the tom knows they’re nearing the northern stones.

A puff of air escapes him, the smell of yew and musk leaving him and getting replaced by the crisp air. RobinFang hopped up on a piece of rock, wobbling by the weight the rodents added to his front. The tom hissed as he scrapped the mud off his paws, completely ruining what was left of his bandages, his nose crinkling making such a hassle for DewSpring.