[Myling]

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 8 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes]

She let her face rest in the lush grass for a moment, before she sighed, and picked herself up to stand. Fur was still giggling, even thought it had been more than a whole minute since her attempt of catching something, which was enough for her to forget. But from the looks of it, the incident would not be forgotten for well a while.

 

[same rules as last post - below 12 is a fail, above 13 is a catch! 13 because of apprentice de-buff, and kitty soft paws hasn't been on this whole time???//]

[Roll 1 - 11]
prey=squirrel
: )

With a deep breath of focus, she began sneaking through the undergrowth once again. A squirrel was hovering in a tree, well above the ground. Darn it, She thought dreadingly. With a little bit of crouching, she was at the trunk of the tree. Her claws unsheathed, and she quietly began climbing up the tree. Her legs were extremely shaky, and she noted maybe it would've been better to realize 'i haven't gotten any training for tree climbing' while she was still on the ground. Well, she was already this high; there was no point in turning back now. Now! She pounced. She was so close, and the squirrel only gripped its branch harder instead of fleeing. She felt her paws slip to a wrong branch.

'SNAP!' Went the thin branch her paw had slid on, and it tumbled, and her paw was left in the air, but soon it was her dragging down. Gravity did its thing, and she was falling. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" She yelled. She landed roughly, with her side to the ground. "ooooorgh," She muttered. "Oh wow. How impressive. Actually, are you doing this on purpose?" Fur growled.

She ashamedly hunched her shoulders. Thankfully she hadn't been hurt, except for a very light bruise on her shoulder.

got the squirrel idea because there be a squirrel on a tree visible from my window (it be cute)

[Roll 2 - 18]
prey=magpie
yes finally go willowpaw go but also NO THE SQUIRRELS GONE IRL NOO-

[kitty soft paws= active]
tw: non-graphical bird-mutilation!

She got up for the second time that day, and shook her pelt, small twigs and dust flying off from her fur from the fall. Her sore muscles rioted against her, as she once again began searching for prey. At one point, she'd caught a very foul smell, that at the same time resembled the scent of prey. Oh, thats crow-food. She didn't detect any dried blood to come with it, and no peculiar scents around where she presumed- wait, actually knew, where it was; it had died from old-age. Her paws were as light as clouds, and soon she'd locked onto a bird. She remembered with a tremble her last absolutely garbage try at catching one of the avians last time. The thrush had been right in her paws. Her paws unsure, she slowly came closer to the bird. The bird started calling, and she chattered something that sounded like a bird-sound (?????). The magpie called back. She was in the middle of a un-controllable chirp, when she struck. The magpie had been listening carefully; it barely had time to react before it was within her clutches. She grabbed it as hard as she could with her claws, trapping it, preventing an escape. Before it could call out, she bit down on its throat, and instead of a warning cry, only the sound of gurgling arose from the bird. She bit it once again, and it went limp. She made sure it was dead, very, very dead. She took her time making sure of that. By the time she was assured it was not gonna escape her grasp, it was already mangled beyond recognition. "Sheesh! Didn't have to do that!" Fur commented, the warriors long tail flicking at the bird in her claws.

[Roll 3 - 1]
prey=rat

[kitty soft paws=active]

wow. way to go d20 roller.


She buried the magpie, and quickly went back to stalking. Her eyes soon landed on a rat. She didn't want to attack it, in fear of it attacking back. Oh well! Fur was watching and she wasn't about to back off from a rat. She only had to go a few tail-lengths before she was able to land a blow. But then the rat turned on her with a cry, and began snapping viciously. She screeched with fear, and ran back to Fur. "It just a rat- AUGH!" His sentence was cut short, as the rat bit him by his wrist. He shook it off, his paw trying to land a hit, but missing. The rat escaped, having enough of cats for one day.

(lil bit of a short post 'ere)