DemonKitten
Handler of Souls, Destroyer of Hearts
Hazehowl
His pale eyes scanned the edge of the forest. He could hear the ocean splashing against the cliff at the back of Flareclan territory. There resided an island just beyond there and the tom couldn't help but think that is where his brother ran off to.
Shaking off the thought, Hazehowl's ears pricked to the sound of lightly flapping wings. A brightly colored bird had landed nearby.
Well, I did come hear to hunt. He thought as he crouched, slowly making his way towards his prey. His concentration tried to stay focus, but his thoughts went into overdrive as the silence prevented the drowning of the noise within.
He got ready to jump, but it was too soon as the bird flapped off and seemed to turn its' head back as if mocking Hazehowl's skills.
"Birds are hard anyways!" he growled, but he knew it was because of his inability to move on. This is why he preferred to hunt alone even though hunting with someone would probably help distract his mind. Hazehowl sighed as he made his way to the smell of the ocean breeze.
The trees barely provided space to see over, but Hazehowl found a place in which one could walk down, dangerously, to the water. He gazed down to the jagged bottom trying not to think of his father's dead body or his brother floating off. Shaking his head, Hazehowl closed his eyes as the breeze rushed through his fur.
Roll(1d10)+2:
2,+2
Total:4
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