Getting in my entry to the RP contest!
Cats name: Speckled Bird Flies at Dawn
Cats nickname: Bird
Gender: Male
Starclan or Forestclan: ForestClan
Response: Bird was determined to prove himself to his fellow tribe members. When it came time for him to go on his trial, he was determined to come back home with a grand trophy to present to the powerful she-cats that lead the tribe. He went out at the first light of dawn, trying to imagine all the things he would bring back to show Feather Fall and Kaori. The Peak Listener had such a grand trophy of her own and Feather Fall was aptly named, given all the feathers she wore on her pelt. Yet, he knew that getting a trophy wasn't the only thing that was important about his test. He could come back with all manner of trophies, but if he didn't return with any fresh kill, he wouldn't be able to become a Huntsmaster.
Sooo, Bird started to hunt first. He was a smaller cat than many of his tribe mates, but because of this he was faster than others. At first he didn't have much luck. He felt like he had been traveling all over the mountain trying to find the best thing to catch. He couldn't bring home something small! Anyone could hunt a mouse-he had to at least bring home a... a... rabbit! He caught the scent almost by accident, but once he found the trail, he found the rabbit and shortly there after, the prey he would bring home.
With his head held high, he started to make his way back to the tribe. He could always go out again to find a trophy, but his tribe needed to be fed before his pride did, he reasoned. Besides, Feather Fall wore many feathers of different colors. Surely they didn't all come from the same bird during one hunt? With his mind on returning home, he didn't hear the sound of a distant rattle until it was much closer and by that point, it was too late to be avoided.
The rattlesnake lunged forward only for Bird to skirt out of the way, dropping the rabbit he carried in the process. Wide-eyed, he stared at the snake, crouching and leaped at it before it could lunge again. The next moments were full of blind, organized panic. When he could see clearly, the snake was dead and he was breathing heavily. He hadn't been bitten; he was alive. Thank The Forest of Endless Hunting, he thought and then straightened. The rabbit was still in good condition and as for the snake.
Well, it seemed he had gotten his trophy after all. With a renewed sense of pride, he draped the snake's corpse over his shoulders and picked up the rabbit again. It was time to really go home, without any interruptions, this time.
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