[hr][hr][center][img]http://orig03.deviantart.net/826b/f/2017/050/6/5/rootfur_name_by_adparis-daznkse.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Interactions[/b]: [color=silver][i]None[/i][/color][/center][hr][hr][indent] [color=e6ac00][b]"Of course, you go on ahead. I'll catch up."[/b][/color]

Rootfur nodded, trotting ahead as he said he would. As his footsteps crinkled and cracked leaves and sticks, he weaved in and out of trees, making sure to stay focused on the task at paw. The brown tom dedicated one part of his attention to picking out AshTribe among the strong WaveTribe scent, and the other to locating prey on his way to the Mossy Stones. 

It didn't take too long to get wind of rats - well, one rat, at least. Rootfur dropped to a crawl as he listened for the scuffling of tiny feet under the leaves. It sounded close, but he wasn't sure if it was to his right or in front of him. The brown tom carefully turned his head to the right and saw movement. His eyes widened and his breathing quickened, still soft and quiet as he adjusted his position. He moved gingerly, carefully, like Shadestep had taught him previously. He inhaled deeply - silently, softly, but deeply - then revved his back legs for the pounce. 

The rat quickly darts up from the leaves and sprints, prompting Rootfur springing into action. It's not a long chase, but with a yowl of exertion he snatched the rat from the leaves, fangs digging into flesh. He shook the rat a bit to disorient and an attempt to kill it, but it managed to break free of his jaws. Rootfur used his left paw to sink his claws into it, and then got a better bite into the rodent, snapping its little neck with the force of his bite. He dropped it, bowing his head as a quick thank you to SkyTribe, and then picked the rat back up to find a good place to hide it so they could more easily get the prey back to camp.

[color=e6ac00][b]"That was actually quite entertaining to watch, Rootfur. Good job."[/b][/color]

Rootfur looked up to see his old mentor, and he grinned, even with the rodent in his mouth. [b][color=809c43]"Fanks t' you, Sha'shtep."[/color][/b] He flourished his compliment with a little bow.

Shadestep put a paw up and bopped him on the face. [b][color=e6ac00]"Hush, you. Let's continue on to Mossy Stones."[/color][/b]

Rootfur nodded, finding a tree with a peculiar knot and an abandoned den. Perfect for caching fresh-kill. He checks to make sure it's abandoned - no [i]distinguishable [/i]scent of any animal, so it [i]is[/i] abandoned - before he put it in there.

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It wasn't till the group got to Mossy Stones that they could all smell something. Prey, yes, but something a little more concerning and exciting.

	[color=809c43][i]AshTribe.[/i][/color]

Rootfur, along with both Shadestep and Hawkpaw, dropped to a low crouch. Rootfur went to go first, fur bristled and his body tensing, preparing for a fight, but it didn't take very long for Shadestep to take charge.

[color=e6ac00][b]"Rootfur, you [i]stay low[/i]. Hawkpaw, come on."[/b][/color]

Rootfur actually scoffed a little bit, [color=809c43][b]"[i]Seriously?[/i]"[/b][/color] he mewed.

[b][color=e6ac00]"Yes, seriously,"[/color][/b] Shadestep whispered, raising to a stand, [b][color=e6ac00]"They're less likely to attack a warrior and [i]apprentice [/i]than [i]two[/i] warriors. Less of a threat, less reason to attack. Let's [i]try[/i] not to get into needless fights, shall we?"[/color][/b]

[b][color=809c43]"Alright, alright. You know best."[/color][/b] Rootfur's ears laid flat against his head in agitation, tail flicking for the same reason. Nonetheless, he stayed put long enough for Shadestep to calmly walk to the Mossy Stones, Hawkpaw following close to her. When he was sure that she wasn't observing him and was focusing on getting to the rocks, he made his way from another angle so he'd be able to attack if need be. Even if Shadestep had far more experience, he wasn't going to just stand back and watch them get into a scuffle.
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