...So it seemed it would just be her and Goldfish on this herb patrol. The frustration the deputy felt was quelled a bit as she watched her companion jump back after picking up a rock only to have a family of ants spill out. "Should've named you Goldleap with reflexes like that," Dusklion purred in amusement as she glanced around one last time to see if the rest of their patrol was making their way over - to which it seemed like no.
Waving her tail the deputy turned and started to rummage around Rugged Range for any other herbs they could bring back. There wasn't much on the more gravelly parts of the terrain, so Dusk stuck towards the treeline. Upon doing so and coming across a fallen log, the deputy discovered a patch of marigold springing up. Three this time instead of just two to pluck. Retrieving the plant from its spot the deputy added it in with her two coltsfoot, transferring the stems to her mouth for easier carrying.
She lifted her head to look up at Goldfish, then around at other spots wondering if there was anything else to pick up.
[ Goldfish - @zBlaze ]
[ looks like its just these two for the patrol! ]
the silver tomcat prowled across the oaken bridge, golden eyes scanning over the rising steam that seemed to shroud this entire section of riverclan territory at all times. the hot, wet air sank into his long fur, tugging somewhat uncomfortably on his pelt. it likely would not be long before the humidity drained the warrior of his comfort and energy, but that was far from his mind as he opened his maw, letting the tempting scents of the territory flood his palette. mice, lizards, and just as owltalon predicted - birds. he gave an eager lash of his tail, flexing his claws briefly, before locking in on the scent of a sparrow.
"quick. how many birds do you think i can catch?" he asked, throwing owltalon a glance over his shoulder. mischief danced in his golden gaze - and beneath it, determination.
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leopardfang (SC) | dapplepaw (TC) | icehawk (RC) | shadesnow (WC)
— character bios here! | pm w/ any rp ideas <3
the silver tomcat prowled across the oaken bridge, golden eyes scanning over the rising steam that seemed to shroud this entire section of riverclan territory at all times. the hot, wet air sank into his long fur, tugging somewhat uncomfortably on his pelt. it likely would not be long before the humidity drained the warrior of his comfort and energy, but that was far from his mind as he opened his maw, letting the tempting scents of the territory flood his palette. mice, lizards, and just as owltalon predicted - birds. he gave an eager lash of his tail, flexing his claws briefly, before locking in on the scent of a sparrow.
"quick. how many birds do you think i can catch?" he asked, throwing owltalon a glance over his shoulder. mischief danced in his golden gaze - and beneath it, determination.
`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\43 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
Ah yes, Haven Springs. She'd forgotten how hot this place was. Man, now was a pretty bad time to have a thick pelt, wasn't it? She trotted into the area, keeping Icehawk in close proximity. She was half blind after all.
Owltalon opened her jaws, trying to catch the promise of prey. She did, fortunately, and the thought of a successful hunt was now on the horizon. But she did smell one thing in particular. Sparrow. With a flick of her ear, she turned to address the warrior, but he spoke first. She assumed that meant he'd smelt it himself. Well, no shame in that! She'd just have to be a bit quicker.
As golden eyes settled onto her own, her maw split into a smile followed by a laugh. "As many as you're claws can find, aye chap? If ya need any help talkin' down that bird of yours, make sure ya ask me!"
For the time being though, Owltalon would watch him hunt the bird, see his skill level maybe. No reason not to. Then the excitement would start. Also, she wanted to make sure he actually caught it. She had faith in Icehawk, but birds were tricky for everycat.
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-When You Grow Up, Your Heat Dies
icehawk's fangs unfurled in a broad, toothy smirk. "keep an ear out. it might get ugly," he purred humorously, before twisting on his hind paws and trotting along the tantalizing scent trail leading him deeper into the hot springs. the warm earth thudded beneath the soft pads on his large paws, quivering with the steady heartbeat of the earth, the rushing rivers winding through his land. his ears swiveled forward, tall and focused, all humor and blithe shedding from his consciousness as instincts slowly commandeered him with every step further along the trail. it did not take long before the tomcat's whiskers brushed along a sense of closeness that had him dropping to the earth, his crouching form slightly higher than normal to accommodate the long silver tabby hairs of his coat. he may not be as low as one would instruct an apprentice to be to ensure a successful hunt, but it was worse to be heard by your prey, than seen, in his book.
on silent, shifting steps, icehawk crept forward, the scent of the sparrow lulling him, inspiring a clawing hunger born of his ancestry, his primal ethos. he curled his tail along his spine to prevent it from brushing along any of the foliage that concealed him- crucial, due to the pale, striking hue of his fur. and eventually, when that hunger dared to splice him in two, he saw it - a flash of brown and black feathers pecking at the roots of a tree.
his eyes narrowed in keen concentration. time eddied and bent around him as his world shrunk to the space between him and that sparrow. it could have been seconds between each falling step eliminating the gap between the two of them - it could have been minutes. hours. but when that sparrow was within the reach of his claws, nothing mattered to the tom but one thing. catching it.
haunches tensing, icehawk waited a long moment for the world to settle around the sparrow. for it to find safety in the rustling leaves and bouncing branches surrounding it.
then, he struck.
in an explosion of power from his hind legs, the tomcat lunged towards the small bird. but just as icehawk landed squarely where the sparrow stood, a fluster of feathers brushed his nose. it was flying away! he hissed in frustration as his eyes caught the creature mid-air, threateningly close to the extent of his reach. he tensed his limbs again, launching himself after it - but not even his outstretched paw was quick enough the catch the little bird as it fluttered high into the trees. into safety.
icehawk landed neatly on his paws, fluffy tail lashing in a final diffusion of frustation. with a taut sigh, he looked back to owltalon, conjuring as sly, yet no doubt embarrassed a grin. "i might need that help after all, ma'am."
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leopardfang (SC) | dapplepaw (TC) | icehawk (RC) | shadesnow (WC)
— character bios here! | pm w/ any rp ideas <3
“No, not late at all. Come on, let’s go.” Floodsight nodded kindly at the fellow warrior who just arrived. She padded over the abandoned twoleg bridge. A little rickety but sturdy as ever. Haven Springs. They’ve now arrived at the desolate place plus a few birds and critter running around in the undergrowth of the springs. Yes. Their time in the mountains sure comes in handy. This was like a small miniature and warmer version of where they’ve temporarily stayed. ”We’ve arrived. Let’s talk as we go and bring back lots.”
♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
The Ace of Spades had her ears pricked acutely for any signs of cats fro. The other Clans. It made her feel on edge in her home. In a place she had personally been dragged to in a dramatic fashion that made her want to rub the neutrality from her eyes. Slip toward memorable fondness. But it didn't. Instead she led her patrol without much talking other than the occasional, lighthearted commentary on things around her. The butterfly on a nearby flower, the nice weather. Things that didn't seem to really matter right now. Things she wished mattered right now. But alas they did not and Goldfish was left with confusing intrusive ponders and tensely unsheathed claws.
With her eyes flicking around the springs, she found sweat beginning to form on her pads. The heated stone and just plain heat of the air had caused faint wet prints to follow her at a brisk pace as the feline padded around with her shoulds squared and ears swiveledto face whatever possible noise may be an intruder. Around each corner she would do a quick mark of the territory before moving on to the next spot so on and so forth, and suddenly she turned her head over her shoulder to assure her companions presence.
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@Marigoldwhisper @burntToast
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Goldfish Is one of Riverclan’s Lionhearts!
She is Open to Apprentice Training and Plot ideas!
isla, Alec, Bean, phantom, Morrigan, Dolomedes, Marigoldwhisper, and iliri all reside in here. They will never escape :>
Staff Sign?
♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
The Ace of Spades had her ears pricked acutely for any signs of cats fro. The other Clans. It made her feel on edge in her home. In a place she had personally been dragged to in a dramatic fashion that made her want to rub the neutrality from her eyes. Slip toward memorable fondness. But it didn't. Instead she led her patrol without much talking other than the occasional, lighthearted commentary on things around her. The butterfly on a nearby flower, the nice weather. Things that didn't seem to really matter right now. Things she wished mattered right now. But alas they did not and Goldfish was left with confusing intrusive ponders and tensely unsheathed claws.
With her eyes flicking around the springs, she found sweat beginning to form on her pads. The heated stone and just plain heat of the air had caused faint wet prints to follow her at a brisk pace as the feline padded around with her shoulds squared and ears swiveledto face whatever possible noise may be an intruder. Around each corner she would do a quick mark of the territory before moving on to the next spot so on and so forth, and suddenly she turned her head over her shoulder to assure her companions presence.
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@Marigoldwhisper @burntToast
[Deerspark]
He, Him\Warrior\26 moons\Riverclan
"Da da da we're dead-"
Purrks: One With The Warren [ACTIVE]
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Haven Springs. He'd forgotten how unbearably hot this place could get, all humid and stuffy. The tom showed slight signs of discomfort from the rapid twitching of his ears, but other than that, he didn't have much going for him. Feeling the water mist onto his fur was comforting even if drenching his fur would only make him more slick and hot. Oh well, it reminded him of home all the same.
The lengthy tom picked up his walk into an energetic trot, skipping until he was beside Goldfish. He then broke into a gallop, using his nose to find whatever scent markers he could. It was nearly horrifying how faint the scent of Riverclan had gotten so he made haste to replenish it. He just... He couldn't believe he was closer to home but also closer to a living breathing nightmare. He couldn't just wake up anymore. No. This was real. An odd and confusing reality of the three rival clans driving them out and then Riverclan staying up in the mountains. It almost sounded like a joke, but the laughter rang hollow in his head.
Mudsmoke brought up the rear of the patrol. Either remarking, or making sure to get potential spots that his patrolmates had missed. He had gotten used to the continues ache in his one leg, so much so that he could almost forget about it. The mountains terrain had been way harder than this so he could deal with it. Mudsmoke hadn't visited this part of the territory often, on some days it was comforting and calming to be here. Today it was humid and unbearable.
Each pawsteps he took left felt wrong. He felt on edge as if he was walking through someone else territory. As if he were trespasser in his own home! It made him sick to think that the other clans had been waltzing through here and the rest of their territory. Riverclans scent was so faint, that it was difficult to pick it up. Awful. This was just awful. Doubling back, he made sure to mark one or two more places for good measure.
Re: Haven Springs
