Post by briarpaw on Aug 31, 2017 16:39:13 GMT -5
The tiniest mouse to ever be caught was clutched in Briarpaw's teeth. It was waterlogged and soggy, but the fact of the matter was he'd CAUGHT it. While it was still alive. So it was still technically fresh-kill! Briarpaw dropped it off at the measly fresh-kill pile and sighed, sagging at the sight of it. It was barely any bigger than a kit.
He'd have to go out again, soon. Maybe he could ask to tag along on a hunting patrol? Not yet though. He needed to check on Ferndapple. Briarpaw approached the medicine den, but even out here he could smell the sickness the bad prey had caused. Briarsaw stopped and sighed. He didn't need to ask Flatear to know there was no change.
He turned away from it and padded away in the direction of the apprentice den. Maybe he could get in a nap before going back out. StarClan knew he needed one. His shoulders were dragged down with weariness and his paws felt heavy. He'd be of no use to anybody right now.