We'll rant and we'll r(o)ar, like true british sailors - First hunt

Drifting-Feather

Was she really going to do this? The growing Microraptor was actually going to do this? Was she going to actually hunt something? The thoughts were silenced by one simple phrase: 'Yes.' While Sundust was resting in camp, allowing Drift free roam of the camp, the thought had boiled in her head. But while she was impulsive with these decisions, she was also a bit scared. So she decided to wake her Denmother. A groggy Sundust was greeted by the frantic little menace, who bounced around her, squeaking at her. Out of all the frantic squeaks, one word made it's way into the fray: "Hunt!"

After a small bit of persuasion, and learning that Drift was in fact a bit older (Sundust learned that Drift was actually 5 months now, how the child knew is anyone's guess), Sundust accompanied the tiny maniac out of camp and toward the beach, where the small critter made a B-line for the forest. The fearless, feathered leader of the brigade insisted on hunting in the trees, and Sundust compromised by letting her hunt by the ruined house.

They returned later that morning, Sundust looking at Drift proudly, while Drift rushed into camp with a small mouse, happy as ever. Drift was triumphant, and let everyone in camp know before she was shot down by Hurricane's sharp hiss, though he laughed in amusement afterwards. Drift danced around her kill, bouncing madly. A hyper laugh filled the air around her as she celebrated her kill.