This was....not what Deadmoon had been expecting to spend her day doing, but such was life. It was a task she would be decent enough at, if nothing else. She might as well free up some better warriors for other jobs, like dealing with the vultures or something. But once she got there, it became relatively clear that this would not be a simple clean up job. In hindsight, Crowtooth's leadership of the patrol should have told her that immediately. If there was one thing that guy loved, it was making things needlessly complicated and devious. In this case, she couldn't really argue with the recipients of his crowfood, or maybe vulturefood, revenge. If anyone deserved to have the vultures foisted upon them it was Riverclan.
The one thing she didn't quite understand was how they were supposed to get it across the river. Deadmoon certainly doubted she was strong enough to throw it over there, though Crowtooth might be able to, and unless someone had thus far unrevealed swimming skills it didn't seem advisable to cross the water themselves unless they found a shallow place. Even then she wasn't too keen on risking the river, and potentially giving Riverclan cause to throw the claim of trespassing back at them. Given how violent they'd been she doubted it would make any difference if they thought they'd trespassed, all of the clans had it out for them by now, but being on the morally right side was nice.
Although using the vultures as their attack dogs probably took a degree of that moral high ground pretty firmly away. Not that Riverclan didn't deserve it in the nth degree. Not particularly wanting to sound like a fool by asking how the crowfood would be getting across the water, Deadmoon decided to simply follow the final bit of instruction. If she dragged it over here, someone else could deal with the river problem. There were a lot of chunks of flesh to choose from, all in various states of decay, and she approached what once might have been a rabbit with no small amount of trepidation. It was....disgusting. She did not want that in her mouth. And maybe she was being a wimp, but as long as she got it back to the edge of the water, what did it matter? So Deadmoon hooked her claws into the chunk of meat (eww, squishy!) and started dragging it along behind her. Depositing it she pulled another bit of carcass to the first, and then a third and fourth, till there was a small pile of rabbit-and-mouse-and-bird bits decaying together rather than scattered about helter skelter.
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Kestrelsoar led Sunnypurr and Mosspaw into Twilight Falls. "Alright, while looking for the burnet and mint, keep on eye on the sky, just in case." She suggested, knowing that birds of prey were more common at the moment.
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The large golden tom nodded. He subconsciously glanced up after that, looking for birds. They felt strange, towering over the other two cats. He probably looked strange too. He huffed, shaking out his fur and continued to follow the two cats.
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While Crowtooth's original call was ignored, the distinct pelt of Swiftfire following wasn't. Littleshock hated the Old Fart more than any cat alive right now, but her admiration for the molly outweighed anything. No matter how much grumbling the black and white warrior would do at the mere sight of her, Littleshock would be joining... whatever this was.
The patrol was led out to Twilight falls; trashed from those stars forsaken minks. She did not bother hiding her disgust. What, were minks just savages??? They left their dirty work for Windclan to do? Her tail lashed irritably, but she stayed quiet. The Old Fart was about to explain why he led them to a graveyard of crowfood.
A sly grin stretched across her maw as Crowtooth's intent finally set in. It was dirty, underhanded, and definitely against the high and mighty morals Windclan loved to shove down each other's throats. It was purrfect. "I underestimated ya." She mrrowed, beginning to head towards a particularly cluttered area. "Still don't like ya, but you've got your moments." With that the tiny warrior got to work chucking the disgusting hunks of meat over the border. Some didn't make it all the way across and ended up splashing down in the river, but that wasn't her problem! She wanted these gross things GONE.
Kestrelsoar led Sunnypurr and Mosspaw into Twilight Falls. "Alright, while looking for the burnet and mint, keep on eye on the sky, just in case." She suggested, knowing that birds of prey were more common at the moment.
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Kestrelsoar sniffed for Burnet and Mint, knowing that they had been told burnet was more necessary.
After a moment, she found some mint "Mosspaw, do you mind carrying that, just in case we don't find enough burnet?" She asked "If you can't carry it all, I will help, of course."
It didn't look like quite a lot of mint as she got closer.
Her head lifted, a spark of interest gleaming in her pale eyes, and maybe a little bit of surprise to hear Crowtooth's calling her name particularly. She was moving quickly to hear this plan. A creative way to deal with more than one problem? Well this was the type of thinking she liked to see. She gave Littleshock a smile, looking rather excited to be out for a reason. And if RiverClan suffered, she was all for it, just as Crowtooth suspected.
But any deeper explanation was held off until they reached their destination; The Falls, where dead minks and more were just scattered about, and Swiftfire couldn't stop herself from curling her lips in disgust, an effort to dispel the revolting stench from her senses. She kept an eye on the moving shadows, tracking the vulture's movements. The shadows looked faint and blurred, and with a confirming glance skyward, she could see the two large birds circling around, but no within even close to a possible striking distance.
"Not gonna lie," Swiftfire couldn't suppress the grin as she listened to the rest of Crowtooth's plan, letting both gaze and grin linger on the battered tunneler as she added, "The way you think is amazing," The easy and generous compliment gave the tortoiseshell pause, and she broke her gaze away, clearing her throat with a wincing expression. It was just the stench.
With the plan explained, Swiftfire padded around, eyeing the worst of the rotted carcasses. This was a gross job, but maybe those rogues across the river would appreciate some 'fresh' prey. It would be less disgusting than their recent actions.Grabbing a squirrel by the tail, she gingerly hauled it to the river, making a few trips to collect a decent pile of death and stench. When it was just about to her shoulder, Swiftfire began chucking the smallest bits across the river, scanning the ground for the shadows as she worked. She had faced those birds before, but she wasn't a fan of them in any capacity. They were mildly unimpressive compared to the ferocity of a hawk, or the stealth of an owl, but they could easily take a cat if they were desperate, and the opportunity gave itself to them.
Kestrelsoar sniffed for Burnet and Mint, knowing that they had been told burnet was more necessary.
After a moment, she found some mint "Mosspaw, do you mind carrying that, just in case we don't find enough burnet?" She asked "If you can't carry it all, I will help, of course."
It didn't look like quite a lot of mint as she got closer.
Mosspaw padded over to the mint patch and picked as much as he could. His mouth wasn’t entirely full so he didn’t need any help.
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While Crowtooth's original call was ignored, the distinct pelt of Swiftfire following wasn't. Littleshock hated the Old Fart more than any cat alive right now, but her admiration for the molly outweighed anything. No matter how much grumbling the black and white warrior would do at the mere sight of her, Littleshock would be joining... whatever this was.
The patrol was led out to Twilight falls; trashed from those stars forsaken minks. She did not bother hiding her disgust. What, were minks just savages??? They left their dirty work for Windclan to do? Her tail lashed irritably, but she stayed quiet. The Old Fart was about to explain why he led them to a graveyard of crowfood.
A sly grin stretched across her maw as Crowtooth's intent finally set in. It was dirty, underhanded, and definitely against the high and mighty morals Windclan loved to shove down each other's throats. It was purrfect. "I underestimated ya." She mrrowed, beginning to head towards a particularly cluttered area. "Still don't like ya, but you've got your moments." With that the tiny warrior got to work chucking the disgusting hunks of meat over the border. Some didn't make it all the way across and ended up splashing down in the river, but that wasn't her problem! She wanted these gross things GONE.
This was....not what Deadmoon had been expecting to spend her day doing, but such was life. It was a task she would be decent enough at, if nothing else. She might as well free up some better warriors for other jobs, like dealing with the vultures or something. But once she got there, it became relatively clear that this would not be a simple clean up job. In hindsight, Crowtooth's leadership of the patrol should have told her that immediately. If there was one thing that guy loved, it was making things needlessly complicated and devious. In this case, she couldn't really argue with the recipients of his crowfood, or maybe vulturefood, revenge. If anyone deserved to have the vultures foisted upon them it was Riverclan.
The one thing she didn't quite understand was how they were supposed to get it across the river. Deadmoon certainly doubted she was strong enough to throw it over there, though Crowtooth might be able to, and unless someone had thus far unrevealed swimming skills it didn't seem advisable to cross the water themselves unless they found a shallow place. Even then she wasn't too keen on risking the river, and potentially giving Riverclan cause to throw the claim of trespassing back at them. Given how violent they'd been she doubted it would make any difference if they thought they'd trespassed, all of the clans had it out for them by now, but being on the morally right side was nice.
Although using the vultures as their attack dogs probably took a degree of that moral high ground pretty firmly away. Not that Riverclan didn't deserve it in the nth degree. Not particularly wanting to sound like a fool by asking how the crowfood would be getting across the water, Deadmoon decided to simply follow the final bit of instruction. If she dragged it over here, someone else could deal with the river problem. There were a lot of chunks of flesh to choose from, all in various states of decay, and she approached what once might have been a rabbit with no small amount of trepidation. It was....disgusting. She did not want that in her mouth. And maybe she was being a wimp, but as long as she got it back to the edge of the water, what did it matter? So Deadmoon hooked her claws into the chunk of meat (eww, squishy!) and started dragging it along behind her. Depositing it she pulled another bit of carcass to the first, and then a third and fourth, till there was a small pile of rabbit-and-mouse-and-bird bits decaying together rather than scattered about helter skelter.
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The tom had known the situation beforehand, cued in by the fury meeting but now the others knew about the vulture situation it was time to deal with it. And if this method of dealing with it ended up with some hot water for the fish..... Well, the tunneler really didnt care.
So, standing and stretching after the meeting Crowtooth let out an open call of "Alright ya'll! Anyone who's interested in helpin' me deal wit' all the crowfood in a creative way gather over here! We aint lettin' some vultures hassle us 'cuz the mink happened ta leave a mess!" and stood waiting for cats to arrive. Though.... Come to think of it there were some specific cats he did wanna have with him for various reasons... Better get them specifically.
"Swiftfire, ya'll enjoy this specifically, get over here, an' Rabbitpaw I think yer advanced enough ta join this type o' outin'." Once the group arrived it seemed they'd have an even 6 cats including Crowtooth, with Swiftfire, Rabbitpaw, Littleshock (ugh), Cloversnap, Deadmoon and Daybreak and the tunneler happily lead them out onto the moor.
Once they arrived to the falls Crowtooths nose curled at the stench of crowfood, quickly turning to explain so they could get started. "Alright so as ya'll heard (an' can prolly see) the mink didnt really eat all they killed an' left a ton ta just rot fer some reason. Its now attractin' vultures." As evident by the two large raptors circling high above. "Im pretty sure they aint liable ta attack a large group like this as long as we make it clear we see 'em an' will fight an' the littler cats stay close ta the big ones.
However our job is ta gather the crowfood and get rid o' it. In the river. Weeeelllll." A sly grin curled across the toms face "More like across the river. As long as it aint on our land it aint our issue an' if the birds get a taste fer fish.... Meh. Plus we can wash off in the river after, so gather up all the crowfood ya can find an' keep an eye on the vultures! Once this place is lookin' good we can get movin'!"
This would be disgusting, no doubt but it needed to be done and could harm the cats who'd harmed them already.
Daybreak had always been one for a little fun, so that wasn't the problem. She just hadn't known what to expect when the slightly crazy looking older cat called for a patrol. She just hadn't expected such a filthy, vile job. The torbie wasn't sure what she had expected when she heard the word crowfood and creative, but.... it wasn't this.
Oh well. Anything to inflict issues on someone else, and this was just so... so low. So cruel. So.... genius.
Silently, she followed along, keen gaze surveying what the others were doing before the large molly strode forward. Deadmoon had taken the job of dragging things to the shore, so Day would simply... help the little corpses along on their journey to visit Fishland. Sinking her teeth into the nearest body, stomach twisting and turning at the foul stench and taste, she felt her gag reflex do it's thing before she forced it into silence. wading into the water the farthest the tall, muscular molly could go without being unsafe, she flung the body to the opposite bank.
She was pretty sure she pulled a neck muscle, but watching the creature's wet, stinky, bloody body thump to the ground was just oh-so satisfying. "Stinks to high hell." She muttered, lip curling in disgust as she picked up another mink. "Glad they're gonna be RiverClan's problem now." her previous suspicions that Crowtooth was senile were quickly stamped out, and she was pleased to admit that she had heard worse plans.
Ripping into a mink before tossing it, she felt a smirk of pleasure and disdain curl her face as she noted how much stinkier it was. if that didn't attract trouble, nothing would.
Kestrelsoar smiled at Mosspaw as his gathered the mint.
Alright, burnet is the main focus. She wasn’t too sure on what it smelled like, so she would have to keep an eye out for what Lightningstorm had described.
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Kestrelsoar noticed a patch of what seemed like burnet. But, just in case, she looked at Sunnypurr “Does this like burnet to you?” She asked.
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