HUNTING;

That was one of Angel'Feather most skilled skill.. He was one of the best at catching fresh kill in all the camp of Feather Clan, the clan where the calico tom belonged to and had devoted his loyalty and trust into for moons. He had got quite fond to one and each cat of the clan, although.. He had his own doubts about the Deputy of the clan; Dovewing. He had catched the cat talking to a Rogue quite calmly some moons ago, but he did not dare to say what he witnessed for now, not now that there was a prophecy in course.

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Angel'Feather had been assigned to hunting patrols too much frequently, he had been worrying a bit that it could be because of the Deputy knowing that he had been eavesdropping the conversation with his conversation with the Rogue.. And of course that he would be concerned about so, but he decided to leave his trust into the clan whether he felt uneasy or not. Angel stumbled across the clearing, looking at the fresh pile for a moment, his ocean eyes narrowing as soon as he saw the amount of fresh kill "Not enough," the tom thought as he hummed, that before exiting the camp to go on and hunt something, just to put his hard work with his clan mates ones.

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Angel'Feather trotted into the meadows, the wind blowed strongly, at his favor since it was going towards the direction he wanted to go: The top of the meadows. There were enough birds to catch for a moon.. He only had to be cautious while he hunted, and silent, one of the things that Angel was better at. Angel smelled the air for a moment, catching a new scent.. A dark scent; It smelled like the thunder path, it was clearly not good. He slowly crept through the long grass, squirming his eyes to see clearly the spot where all the birds normally would meet up, only to see a black short, stubby and fluffy cat licking his paws, and in the ground, the corpses fo all the bird he had caught.. Angel couldn't help but glance at the cat for a long time.. He was beautiful, only seeing the black pelt made angel feel things.