Track my rabbit-beating heart [Open to 1]

as if starclan itself had a vendetta against him, he had been asked to go on the hunting patrol with a group of cats that were less than desirable. most of them could make do, and know to keep their heads down and their mouths shut, but one cat in particular was not one that weaselstrike enjoyed in the slightest. the black warrior was an insult to the warrior code and was the reason why all the clans saw windclan as the weakest clan. the tom was scared of his own shadow for starclan sake! it was embarrassing and even more so to have to hunt beside him. the group of cats had already covered a wide girth of terrain, and weaslestrike had caught his share of fresh-kill, buried lightly under a sprinkling of soil for easy retrieval. but nightnose was doing less than extraordinary. the windclanner was annoyed with the black toms lack of motivation and drive, so it was only natural that it caught his attention when he went off on his own. a nasty smirk crossed his face as he stopped dead in his tracks and stared off after the black furball.

keeping upwind from the other warrior, the windclan brute tried to keep an eye on the tom to figure out what exactly he was doing. the first thought to come to mind was that nightnose was taking off back to camp out of sheer shame and embarrassment. the second thought was even sweeter. maybe the poor excuse for a warrior was actually trying to hunt, and that was something that weaslestrike would not miss in a million moons. the scent of rabbit caught his attention, though it was stale in his nose. however, from his vantage point he could just make out nightnose with his face to the earth. chortling softly, weaslestrike stalked parallel to him as he made an attempt at catching the rabbit. weaselstrike knew that the warrior was good at tracking -a testament to his name if there ever was one- but just because one was good at tracking did not mean that they were good at hunting. something inside of him hoped that nightnose would prove him wrong, show that he was a good hunter, but another part, the stronger part, told him that he wouldn't.

weaselstrike barely stifled a laugh a the warrior shot forward and quickly ended the rabbits life. with a smirk on his face, he started to walk towards nightnose and the smell of rabbit filled his nostrils and made him salivate. turning his eyes from the rabbit to the tom, he could see the tension in the cats body and almost scoffed. coming up so that he was standing a fox length slightly to the toms right, he flicked his ear.

"wow, what a wonderful catch nightnose. that might feed a kit." his voice came out a hoarse, a sign that the tom did not use it as much as he could. half the time however, there wasn't anything worth saying. today weaselstrike was feeling particularly vindictive and nightnose was an easy target.

with a flick of his tail, the tom gave the black warrior a curt nod as if approving of his comment. from where he was situated, his whiskers twitched as he realized the rabbit was a little larger than he had originally thought. still, it was nowhere near as impressive as his trail of kills. with a disapproving short at the way the cat buried his kill to retrieved later. of course, there was absolutely nothing wrong with what the black warrior had done – weaselstrike just like to watch the pathetic cat squirm under his scrutiny. there weren’t many cats in the clan that just took it laying down, but nightnose seemed to be a cat that didn’t have a back bone. in reality, it made it pretty easy to put him down, and other days the tom would probably just let the poor creature be, but today was not one of those days.

“trespass on where I am hunting?” he asked with a loud, dark chuckle. this tom definitely left something to be desired. “you definitely were. didn’t you hear me claim this part of the territory?” he asked scathingly, a nasty smile gracing his face. weaselstrike wasn’t sure if nightnose was just dense, or trying to make conversation, but either way, the brown tom was more than a little amused by it. never in all of his time being a warrior in windclan did he ever hear of someone getting mad at someone ‘trespassing’ on someone else’s’ hunting area. the territory belonged to every member of windclan, and nightnose was acting as if he was a cat from another clan! pity began to creep into his gut, but with a derisive snort, he shook it off. “no, you stupid furball. I was hunting aways off and decided to follow you.” he said with slight bewilderment. nightnose was a good tracker, there was no denying it, and weaslestrike had always been better at fighting than hunting, and if he could get nightnose to sniff out their quarry, then maybe weaselstrike would have a far higher success rate. with that thought in mind, the tom’s expression softened, though his thoughts had not. would nightnose fall for it? could he be easily manipulated?

“actually, I was wondering if you care to hunt together? we could bring back far more prey if we worked as a team.” the toms tone took on a disgustingly sweet tone, trying to get somewhere close to friendly, but not entirely sure if he was achieving it.