Windy Hills

[Tallstar]

vinepaw nodded he shuddered at the thought of getting attacked by a raptor no thank you!..but it was a nice area it seemed to be abundant with resources according to what his mentor had said but it was also..beautiful “It’s amazing out here” he followed along ready for the next place

@Moonraven

[SilverFur.]

SilverFur would slowly look around the territory using her nostrils to locate a prey scent. [1d20- rolled 20] Her tail would twich and she would attempt to stalk the prey before realising the wind was the wrong way. [1d20- rolled 4] The prey a very fat pheasant and had been spooked and attempted to flee. . [1d20- rolled 1] SilverFur began chasing attempting to catch up with it. . [1d20- rolled 2] she gained enough ground to be within striking distance and attempted a jump before it could fly off. . [1d20- rolled 17 vs 1d20- rolled 10], she managed to grab it from the air and would launch her attack.

[1d4 rolled for combat rounds. 1 was rolled]

SilverFur / Pheasant
[19] / [9]

With a well timed swipe with her claws, she would hit the pheasant wing breaking it, as it fell into a pile she would pin it down and deliver a death bite to its neck. Getting up and grooming her fur she would look around.

[Rolled for encounter 1d20-5 no encounter]

After getting her energy back she would pick the pheasant up and return back to camp with it.



(Testing new dnd system for prey, battle and encounters)

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 51 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1
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[Crowtooth - @Rani ]
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Alright. What Crowtooth needed was a nice, relaxing trip out into the territory that didn't involve cats who could disappoint him. So choosing Hawkfur for the outing was the incorrect choice. The tom had made an art of disappointing cats, he felt. But that was fine. He would do his best to make this uneventful and easy!

The Hills were just as familiar as always, and Hawkfur seemed to blossom into his element as he always did when he stepped out of camp. The vulture problem had petered out after the patrol with Leechscar, and no more mountains of carrion sat as beacons for more predators. The beautifully hilly moors were safe once again. In the distance, a rather lumpy white rabbit sat near a gorse bush. Hawkfur regarded it warily, curious as to why it looked so weird, but it was far enough away that the older tom just assumed his eyesight was going. That was, not ideal. Oh great, now he was anxious about that! He needed his eyesight! How was he going to hunt rabbits without it?? Sure, a lot of blind cats could hunt just fine, but Hawkfur was certainly not one of them!

Crap, right. Crowtooth. Hawkfur glanced at his friend, having an idea. "Up for some rabbit chasing?"

[Rani]

Originally Posted by Mica

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 51 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1
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[Crowtooth - @Rani ]
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Alright. What Crowtooth needed was a nice, relaxing trip out into the territory that didn't involve cats who could disappoint him. So choosing Hawkfur for the outing was the incorrect choice. The tom had made an art of disappointing cats, he felt. But that was fine. He would do his best to make this uneventful and easy!

The Hills were just as familiar as always, and Hawkfur seemed to blossom into his element as he always did when he stepped out of camp. The vulture problem had petered out after the patrol with Leechscar, and no more mountains of carrion sat as beacons for more predators. The beautifully hilly moors were safe once again. In the distance, a rather lumpy white rabbit sat near a gorse bush. Hawkfur regarded it warily, curious as to why it looked so weird, but it was far enough away that the older tom just assumed his eyesight was going. That was, not ideal. Oh great, now he was anxious about that! He needed his eyesight! How was he going to hunt rabbits without it?? Sure, a lot of blind cats could hunt just fine, but Hawkfur was certainly not one of them!

Crap, right. Crowtooth. Hawkfur glanced at his friend, having an idea. "Up for some rabbit chasing?"

Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler/Fury | He/him | 51 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

The tension in Crowtooths shoulders had eased as the two had moved away from camp and the tom had even started to make little comments about whatever as they passed it. Little nothings like "Stars I need ta do more patrols, forgot how much I enjoy 'em" and "At least we dont need ta worry about not gettin' a lotta prey wit' how well the piles been o' late." or "Yer lookin' stresed, Bravebird pullin' out yer fur fer bein' stuck in camp already?" as the two went to create idle chit chat. The tom hadnt had time to really hang out with his friends of late and it showed really.


But they were here to hunt and Crowtooth snapped back into focus when Hawkfur spotted something Crowtooth didnt really see and the tunneler let out a theatrical sigh even as he smirked. "Yer killin' me Hawkfur, runnin's my worst skill. If ya flush it ta me I can snag it though, Ill sneak round the side it'd escape on fer ya ta do that, give me a moment."

A good chase wasnt an option for a cat with asthma but if Hawkfur ran the... rabbit(?) in the grouse to where Crowtooth lay in wait it'd be just as good.


So, holding his breath at time and doing his best sneak the black and white tom skulked around and go into position, watching the white thing from his hidden spot and waiting for the other fury to strike.