[WindClan][Abandoned Badgerset] Throw your diamonds down the drain

Rainfoot dodged a rock and bounded after a hare that was making it's way to a hole not far away. Determent to catch it he sped up using his slender body and his strong muscles to gain speed. He wasn't WindClan for nothing! With a enormous leap he shot forward and landed on the hare, killing it swiftly with a fatal neck bite. Panting but happy with his catch he let go of it and sat down for a minute. He had been chasing the hare for at least thirteen minutes and didn't start to run after it until four minutes ago. His ice blue eyes showed triomf. He didn't had such an exciting chase in moons and was happy with some distraction nowadays. He swept his gaze over the white moorland in front of him and smiled softly. He should better bury his prey before someone else found it and took it. He started right on the spot to make a hole, not very deep but deep enough to mask a scent. He plopped the hare down in it and closed it off. With a sigh of relief he straitened and darted away to his next catch. It didn't took him long to find his next prey. A small rabbit was scurrying the ground next to an great hole that run deep down the ground. Rainfoot knew that it was the abandoned badger set. Nowadays some rabbits lived there or even some foxes but not permanent luckily. So far he didn't encounter any danger in there it never hurts to check. He decided to first grab the rabbit and after that he would check the dens. Crouching and making sure not to make any sound he stalked forward, towards the little white and fluffy speck of rabbit in the white background. Licking his lips he took a deep breath and jolted forward. Using his hind legs to make speed he used his claws to dig into the ground and get more power between the darts. The rabbit had practicly no change and by the time Rainfoot closed it between his claws the rabbit let out one, hollow squeak before it died. With another successful catch he smiled grateful. It seemed that today was his lucky catch after all. He brought the rabbit to the place where he buried his last catch and placed it on top of the hare. After that he took no time to look out for other preys but headed straight of to the abandoned badger sets. He stopped by the first hole and carefully sniffed it. The scent was stale what mend that the badgers indeed haven't came back since their last visit some moons ago. Relieved, he carefully went down and disappeared into the darkness not taking notice from the cat stalking up to him from behind. Slowly he chose a dark corridor to inspect all his senses on sharp to make sure he could not be surprised by a badger or fox. As he made mode progress down, not knowing for sure were he was going he noticed the smell increasing. The scent made a halt between fox and badger. Nervous with all his hairs sprang up on his pelt he stopped when the scent made a peak. He peeked around a corner and noticed something big moving. Was it a badger or a fox? He could not say for sure, what he could say for sure was that he had to go out of here, and fast. While he inspected the moving black blur better he tried to make sure what exactly it was. It looked to small to be a badger but then again the stench was so overwhelming that it could be both. Fox and badger were the main two smells he could pick up, not to mention the stench of weasels. He perked his ears and came to the point that he had to turn around and look for help to inspect it. Rainfoot could not do this alone, no matter how much he tried. Slowly he turned around and as quiet as he could he sneaked up, choosing a different route this time. The dark corridors were claustrophobic and the constant presence of faint badger and faint fox smell made him feel small. He had the distant feeling he was being watched, but not sure by what. He was never a big proponent of dark, smelly burrows. Especially burrows of enemy beasts. At least he didn't live in a forest. Foxes and badgers loved forests more than moorlands that was for sure. The chilly air inside the den made him even more tense. It felt cold and dead down here and the more he started to think about it the more he became aware of the stupidity that he went down here on his own. The constant silence that hung around him made him feel suffocated. It lay over him as a dark blanked, blinding him, suffocating him. Rainfoot stopped when he thought he saw something moving in the utter darkness. He quickly shot down a left corridor and nearly ran into some roots that grew trough the corridor. He huffed and streaked trough it. Running now, making sure that he could notice in time a possibly badger of fox he chose the hole that had the most air coming trough. Possibly this was the exit! Not a moment to soon he saw the speck of light at the end of it and he dashed forward towards it. Like a bullet out of a gun he shot outside, to stop half a meter away from it. Panting he sat down, listening to his own, frantic heartbeat that beat ted like a drum. His icy blue gaze swept towards the entrance as he closely watched it, ears perked and eyes fixated. Something was coming his way, he could feel the ground tremble under his paws. Only, would it be a badger, or a fox? The possibility that it could be clan mate didn't cross his mind. Instead he took the opportunity to rise again and then sunk to an attacking mode. Eyes narrowed, claws unsheathed and his lip curled up in a soundless snarl. Whatever it was, it was coming his way, and it was coming his way fast. He took a deep breath, and prepared himself for the worse, ears flat back.

Let me hear your battle cry tonight