RIVERCLAN | HULK SMASH! , JUST A SCRATCH, BEEFED UP T1, COLLECTOR
@constellation @Bean [hunting patrol 3; forest area --- riverclan camp]
The ground was too dry here, Eveningthaw decided. He hated the dry, life sapping touch of the mountain soil. Uncomfortable and suffocating, like the sunlight glaring down at him. He decided that he hated it here. He wanted to go home, and tear the world asunder in his path. If he had to leave a trail of broken bodies in his wake to bring RiverClan back to the lush cradle of the rivers, he damn well would.
He damn well would.
Starting with the bodies of something small, insignificant, and nourishing. StarClan's gift to them, that fed and nurtured them. Prey.
Dropping low upon scenting prey, the massive warrior slunk away from the patrol and followed along the subtle scurrying of a mouse. When he pounced, his paws came up empty.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 7]
Just a warm up, he decided. Trailing after another scent, diverting trail, he lunged, and in a quick motion ended the pathetic life of the vole and uttered a silent prayer of thanks to Starclan. His ancestors must be smiling down at him. He could imagine no other reality.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 12]
Moving on, and hastily covering his prey for pickup soon, he trudged through the short mountain grasses for what felt like an eternity before he spotted a rather sizeable crow, plump off summer seeds. Carefully, the heavy warrior drew further and further up. Then, in one swift and fluid motion, his paws ensnared the creature and an easy and precise bite to the neck ended its struggle. Another breathless prayer uttered to stars uncaring before moving on.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 19]
Not far off, he assumed, was its mate, so with quick thinking and careful precision, he sprung on that crow, too, and placed them together before covering them loosely to collect once his spree was concluded.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 19]
With the scent of bird rapidly growing stale, he returned his hunt to small mammals and rooted through the grasses some more. he practically tripped over a vole, and though both were surprised, he recovered quickly and snatched it up to deposit with the rest of his spoils, thanking Starclan for the umpteenth time.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED AN 11]
He gave another shot at looking for prey in that area, but came up stale, so the executioner decided to move carefully outwards, in search of more prey.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 7]
Appraising the area, he could smell both familiar and new scents. Following along what looked to be a small trail, he caught scent of another vole right as he came up on it and pounced.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 11]
Suddenly, a noise caught his attention and his ears pinned to his skull, dropping his body as low to the ground as he could. In the river reeds of their home, he had stuck out blatantly in the greens and browns, but the rocky soil here was almost grey in the full light, and shielded by rocky outcroppings, the silver tabby blended in far better than he did almost any other time. As the clopping of hooves passed, forest green eyes with pupils as narrow as a claw fixated on the trailing behind, limping youth with pale white fur and wide eyes. He wasn't even sure what the moving things were. They looked a lot like deer, though much smaller and paler.
Bloodlust isn't the word for it, he decided. But it was a sort of greed, to think- to know -he could take this down.
Who said greed was always a bad thing? Eveningthaw pushed himself off with great effort and pounced on the kid, claws sinking in and craining his neck for one deliberate, precise incision. His teeth made contact, and he held for a few moments until the thrashing abated. The elder creatures had already scattered. He stood over his prize, pupils inflating at the taste of blood in his maw. It wasn't like rodent, really. He couldn't say exactly what it tasted like. Much different than most else. It would feed several in the clan, and for that he was proud.
Eveningthaw tilted his head upwards and muttered aloud; "Thank you, Starclan, for your generous blessings upon this hunt."
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 19]
Amazed by the body growing cold at his paws, the Executioner glanced around one final time to reorient himself before hooking his teeth around the kid's mouth and lifting it up. It wasn't light, that much was certain, but he was strong and broad, and the thin creature in his jaws was light work. It was just about his size, after all. No harder than carrying a body. And, admittedly, he had plenty of experience in that department. He spared a glance over his shoulder, torn between trying to carry everything in one go or take two trips.
Two trips was probably faster.
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Eveningthaw made his way back to camp, a strange, tasty creature hanging from his jaws.
Stopping before the place that the deputy had called the patrols out, he dropped the white creature at his paws and passed his tongue over his muzzle to clean himself of any residual blood.
"Sorry for my slight tardiness," he said, then passed a glance at Antlerbranch, "Something came up."
Yes, Something did come up. He smiled to himself, glancing down at the large prey at his paws. "I'm not sure what it is, but it tastes good, and I imagine it can feed several cats. I have only one request; I'd like the skull once it is cleaned."
A pause.
"Additionally, there is more I need to double around and get- So if you'll excuse me for a moment-" He ducked his head respectfully before streaking back out of the entrance, blood thundering in his veins as he recollected his claims. With everything in tow, he returned to the deputy and flashed a smile, setting his collection with the goat.
Mistyshard
RiverClan Medicine Cat 40 Moons, She/Her
Purrks: The Collector, Dreamwalker
Mistyshard froze when the stranger's eyes locked onto hers. Amber eye meeting his, she tried to find something familiar, but she didn't recognize this cat at all. Not that she was expecting to.. The mountains loomed behind her, and a light breeze rustled the nearby bushes.
Her fur bristled a little, but she tried to stay calm. "I'm Mistyshard." she said, keeping her voice steady. "Who are you? And what are you doing here? Are you a part of that... group?" She didn't want to show any fear, but this was not a situation she was used to. At the clan's borders, at least she knew who she was dealing with. But this was a complete stranger from an unknown group. Her eyes darted around quickly, checking to see if there were any other cats nearby. There were none.
She waited for his answer, feeling her heart beat faster. What if this was an ambush and they'd attack her, kill her, kidnap her...
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Brokenstream | 20 MOONS | HE/HIM ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ sleek golden bengal tom with light green eyes, jet black ears & back legs
pixelgif by @/SnowheartTC
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Brokenstream bounded over to Mistyshard as she was calling patrols, ears perked for his name. He nodded with a flick of his tail as he was assigned to Honeystep’s patrol with Cobwebpaw. ”Coltsfoot and cobwebs…got it.” He mumbled quietly to himself, hoping he’d remember the flower’s description when they came across it. ”Remembering cobwebs won’t be so hard with you on the patrol.” The bengal joked, turning to face Cobwebpaw with a friendly gaze. ”I’m ready when you guys are!”
Beachkit
Male / About 5 Moons / RiverClan / Sexuality Unknown
Pale bluish gray tom with tufts on his ears and nose and sandy patches with bright/light gray eyes
“O-Okay. I’ll swim the rivers, climb the mountains, reach the skies… yeah… but first I’ll have to learn to walk without falling on my face, I think,”
~Conch
TW: This character experiences frequent attacks of nervousness, panic, anxiety, and similar emotions that may be triggering to some readers.
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Beachkit felt a strong mixture of discomfort, comfort, and sickness at the sound of his own fragile voice breaking into a ramble of his anxieties and traumas, his worries and sorrows. He felt the usual water come racing back into his eyes like hot rivers, and desperately, he lifted his chin up to keep them in. For some reason, after all of this worrying he was beginning to do about venting off to some innocent RiverClan stranger-Lionheart he had just met, his voice kept jumping out shakily at the brown she-cat, and no matter how many worries or thoughts of, Stop, shut up. Stop it. Stop- entered his wrecked head, they were left unheard of and unacknowledged by his voice and his vents. Oddly frightened with it all, Beachkit thought to himself snappily, What- what are you… what the hell are you doing? Stop it! Of course, self-begging didn’t prove to work very well as any sort of escape. In fact, when it came to Beachkit and his life so fat, silent begging never got him anywhere other than disappointment. As did everything else… but he had the ability to stop this now, but no. No, instead, he kept on ranting to Owltalon about problems that she did not deserve to have hanging about her mind. They should be my problems, mine alone, she doesn’t deserve them, what am I doing, waht the heck am I saying… thinking… what…? ‘What…?’ was exactly right, nothing was making any sense here.
Beachkit, eventually, gave up on trying to think himself into shutting up. He swore to himself that if he gave it one more thought, he was going to cry, break down in tears and start whimpering in front of the entire public. He couldn’t do that here, it would ruin his entire RiverClan reputation for sure. Think of it- ‘Beachkit, the miserable wimp who publicly cried himself dry on his very first day as a member of RiverClan’. That would be an awkward record to hold as he grew, because what sort of mentor would want to mentor some kid who started whining and tearing up whenever simple mistakes were made? What adoptive parent would want a child who never knows how to keep quiet or control the wave-flow of his tears? What leader wanted a cat in his clan whose sole purpose was to spread anxiousness and sorrow? Exactly. Beachkit told himself that he would have to get it together, and he would have to start now, but he simply didn’t know how. There, that was the issue. He didn’t want to think so much, he didn’t want to be miserable, and most importantly, he didn’t want to be as wimpy as he felt he was, but he just didn’t know how to stop it all. And help? Well, who in this world would want to help him, and why? Who would want to waste their effort on him? Owltalon? She seemed awfully kindhearted so far, and casual about it, too… even genuine… but Beachkit didn’t want to put too much love into anybody or anything now, for partially obvious reasons. Seabreeze, of course- it was always dang-Seabreeze. Seabreeze was his literal life now, and some how, the Lionheart was also managing to stay out of it completely.
So, then, what was left of Beachkit and his life? Tears. Sorrow. Dents. This certainly was not something that Beachkit took pride in, but this lack of pride didn’t help him in any way, shape, or form. Instead, it increased the tears, which increased the self-loathing, which increased the anxiety, which increased the panic, which increased the sick feeling, which increased the sorrow, which… well, you get the point. It was a painful cycle, mostly emotionally, but even physically. The amount of times Beachkit had gotten himself nervous to the point of sickness, even fainting. Again, it was quite painful sometimes. Now, imagine how he could feel if Seabreeze had gasped and smiled with joy at the sight of him when they first met, welcoming Sorrelkit and Beachkit with happiness and bright eyes, guiding them through the struggles of clan life. But no. He stuttered, be backed up, he stared at the, like they were deathly ghosts, and he pushed them away. Was that brotherly? Was that how families were supposed to work? Beachkit shivered a little bit when a new thought crashed into his mind.Does insecurity run… in the family…? Unfortunately for that idea, Seabreeze was literally a full-grown tom, and if he was still insecure, the chances Beachkit would stay the same or even get worse (Beachkit had to wonder if that was even possible) appeared to be terribly high.
Beachkit fell silent eventually, letting his mouth click shut and jumping back to holding in tears. The gray and Sandy patched tom-kit then glanced up sadly at Owltalon as the she-cat released a sigh, looking back at the Starpoint, with her eyes momentarily clouded. Then they softened, and Beachkit felt the slightest pring of comfort at the sight. However, for the most part, he was still miserable and drowning in his head, naturally. The brown Lionheart’s gaze met his own, and Beachkit barely resisted the urge to let his own gaze snap back down to his tail. Despite his struggles, he listened as Owltalon tried to give him her best answer, letting him know that Seabreeze did not hate him, he simply wasn’t… and then she paused. Beachkit sniffed quietly. He just isn’t what? There, see… she was lying, he does hate me, he does, of course he hates me, he- Nope, uh oh, here came more eye-ly water. Beachkit dropkicked his thoughts into oblivion for a moment to hear Owltalon take that last part back and change it to the fact that Seabreeze actually shared a level of natural affection for Sorrelkit and himself, adding that it was a family thing. Beachkit sighed underneath his breath. Or, at least it SHOULD be, The blue-gray and sandy tom began to think. If only that actually applied for HIM. When Owltalon told him that she didn’t exactly know the details, since she had never had any siblings, but that didn’t encourage Beachkit. In fact, it made him slightly more weary of her advise. But who was he to judge? She knew Seabreeze much better than him, but… that was also true for anybody who barely even knew Seabreeze’s face.
Owltalon informed him that she guessed Seabreeze was just grieving, and it might be hard for him to begin to show emotion after the sort of pain that he had suffered. She told him that he should give it some time, avoiding breaking any figurative dams, and in the end, she asked him if he understood. Stiffly, Beachkit nodded with another shudder. Still, the small tom’s eyes watered. The tears always found a way to start slipping from his eyes, and any moment now, they would come down. He had nodded, and truthfully, he believed every word that Owltalon had said. She had given him reasoning for it all, an explanation. But she had not given him hope, or a solution. Yet. Beachkit was still left feeling like he and his excited sister had come to RiverClan for absolutely nothing- not for Seabreeze, not to enjoy themselves, not to… well, anything. How could they make it better? Find friends? Beachkit was sure that Sorrelkit was going to do just fine there, but when it came to himself, he was going to crash and burn. Friends weren’t exactly a Beachkit thing… and pleasant conversation didn’t come to him naturally. Take this little incident for example- all he had done so far was bump into and vent off to Owltalon. He hadn’t even asked her about herself yet! Talk about lack of manners! Yeah, I am nothing but harm. That’s… fun. When Sorrelkit needs my help, all I will do is cry. Just. Freaking. Cry. When Owltalon told him not to worry about it, he nodded a liar’s agreement. When she told him they would get through together, the thought comforted him, so just as awkwardly, he dipped shakily his head to show his thanks. Watery eyes, watery eyes…
And that was when Owltalon caught sight of them, the incoming tears. Beachkit’s eyes suddenly went wide, sending the tears almost coming down like rainfall, but like a miracle, they stayed put. Owltalon expressed what seemed to Beachkit like concern by asking him if he was alright, asking him if the meeting was too loud for him, and even offering to take him to a more quiet place. Beachkit bit his lip in a desperate attempt to not jump out and say, Yes, please, Get. Me. Out. Of. Here. When the Lionheart told him that he was perfectly welcome to cry if he needed to, Beachkit failed to hold back another shudder. He and Owltalon seemed to have different perspectives on tears. Owltalon seemed to view them as beneficial (Owltalon, with tears being the body’s way of calming a person down, would have the more accurate opinion here) while Beachkit just viewed his own as vulnerability. He never saw Sorrelkit cry, so… it was just a flaw of his, then? Nobody else did it, so surely it was! Why would it not be? When Owltalon said that she had seen worse things than tears, twisting around unnaturally to touch her nose to his forehead. She said she was open-pawed if he needed ‘an out’, and leaving wouldn’t do any harm. Beachkit started to mumble, “But… two warriors just got… made…” He cut himself off. No, he did want an out… and Owltalon was offering to give him one. He wanted to take it, but would he? He himself wasn’t sure.
Beachkit watched as the Lionheart lifted her nose from his head and gave him a wink, not quite sure how to react back. So instead of reacting, he just peered up at her, blank in the face. Owltalon told him that he was brave, even swearing it on her ten paw pads, defending the idea by the fact that he still interacted her despite seeing her injuries and despite his misery, despite all of the rest of his worries about her and himself. It was either brave or stupid of him to engage in conversation with the she-cat, and here Owltalon was calling it brave. This made Beachkit feel a little lighter. It was like somebody had taken a few pounds off of the hundreds that he carried over his shoulders, it was just slightly relieving. At the returning thought of his own bravery, Beachkit began to debate about whether constant nervousness had to equal constant cowardice. Up until now, that had been his strongest mindset, but somebody as… hopefully wise as Owltalon was telling him that it wasn’t an accurate or healthy one. Beachkit didn’t no how to feel about it. So instead of thinking over it so early, he started to plot out his response instead. He wanted to apologize for the vent, and he desperately wanted to get to know Owltalon as a cat more, but… maybe this wasn’t exactly the best time, right in the middle of a clan meeting. So instea,d he grunted, and opened his maw to prepare an answer.
Quietly, Beachkit began. “Th-Thank you for… um… listening, I guess?” He offered the usual awkward simper. “It m-means a lot, really. I… um… I guess I underst-stand the problem with S-Seabreeze a little bit more, thanks o y-you, Owltalon, b-but… yeah, I can’t stay, I’ve… I’ve gotta sleep, yeah… um…” He cleared his throat again and tried to quiet hesitating, finally admitting to the exhaustion issue. “I haven’t r-really slept since leaving my um… Twoleg h-home- there was one n-nap, I guess, but I kept on w-waking up, so it doesn’t..l c-count much… yeah, I should sleep… right…?” Then right on cue, the tom-kit yawned. “M-Maybe that’s why I haven’t seen Sorrelkit y-yet… she’s actually b-bothering to r-rest, ha… you should s-stay for the meeting though..l and… um… congratulate the new warriors, and apprentices, and… all of them… maybe…? H-Have a good… day, then…?” Well, those were some fun stutters, weren’t they?
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// Sorry if I didn’t give you much dialogue or action to work with here ;-; \\
Beachkit seemed quite surprised when she pointed out his tears, eyes widening like stormy skies. Stars, she hoped that she hadn't offended him. While there was free air in the conversation, Owltalon piped up and congratulated the new warriors. "Willowtail! Adderstrike! Yeah Adder! Cobwebfern, woohoo! Wrenseeker! Cool names!" She didn't belt as loud as she usually did, partly because her maw still ached and mostly because Beachkit seemed to express that he wasn't too fond of sudden loud noises.
She then turned her head to face him once more, watching as his eyes filled with tears like a rain cloud. Owltalon completely expected him to burst. It would help him, she knew a good cry was beneficial for anycat. But by some odd will, Beachkit kept them in. Hm. Impressive. He has to cry at some point though. She wasn't about to force it out of them, that would be pretty rude. He could cry whenever he wanted to, when she was here or when she was long gone.
Beachkit protested before letting his thoughts fizzle into obscurity, mingling and becoming the humid air. It made Owltalon think... Was he actually fine? Well, obviously not. Maybe he just didn't want him to be a burden. He wasn't, not by any means, but Owltalon would be lying if she didn't admit that holding onto him was like holding onto a slippery bar of soap.
It seemed the small kit regathered their thoughts, expressing his tiredness in broken stutters. Owltalon wondered if he was stuttering because he was nervous or because he just always sounded like that. Either way, she wouldn't judge. Owltalon understood it would be long before she would catch Beachkit completely content with his life in Riverclan. By the sounds of it, they only came for Seabreeze and he was terrified by them (which made sense given the context). Owltalon didn't want Beachkit and Sorrelkit to travel down these mountains by their lonesome just to escape their disappointment with Riverclan. No, no, no, no. Owltalon would just make them feel comfortable. Make it the best life they've ever known, all new and exciting. She'd get their minds off Seabreeze (somehow) while stil completing her Lionheart duties. Easy enough, right? Yeah, of course! Owltalon could juggle it, she was a certified multitasker.
He began to thank her, for listening and giving him some understanding. Owltalon just nodded, not wanting to cut his train of thought. "Tired, eh?" Owltalon smiled at the yawn that slipped from his mouth. How amusing, he must be exhausted then. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she looked at Beachkit as if he had grown three heads. Owltalon quickly checked under his eyes for eye bags, her eyes darting downwards for a moment. "Oh stars above, you've gotta get ta bed," Owltalon expressed, her voice surprisingly steady and light despite her internal panic about this kits sleep schedule.
It seemed he was saying goodbye and Owltalon stilled her paws just as they were pushing against the cold ground to lift her up. "Do ya know where the nursery is? Yer sister? I'm sure she's tired as well." She didn't wanna seem forceful by making him stay with her, she just wanted to make sure he didn't sleepwalk his way farther down the mountain.
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Re: RiverClan Camp
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Originally Posted by bubble[error].
[ shadowkit | she/her ] / 1/100 \
~ black she-cat with gray spots, yellow eyes, and one white foot ~
{ open }
The air blew on the little black kit. Her little paws moved like she was being celebrated for something, the bright yellow eyes narrowing and her ears lowered slightly. She couldn't understand most things, but she kept thinking RiverClan was in some kind of danger.
`I know something is wrong, I'm sure of it...´
The little kit's mind was racing. Was she strong? No, but she will be soon! Was she fearless? No, but that can change! Was she- was someone coming?
•| Aspenkit |•
he/him |5 moons | Riverclan kit
“If you want to be strong, learn how to fight alone” {Silver tongue || Active||} |[(41)10/10]|
Aspenkit had done everything he could possibly do in this new camp, he had explored every nook and cranny. He had attempted to help build some of the dens, he had brought what prey the had to the elders and queens. He had even tried to sit through one of the elders stories. Now he was bored, no not bored. Bored was a different feeling, this was something else and he didn't like it. He had kept himself busy the whole journey from their old territory to the mountains, he had even kept himself busy these last few days in hope to drown out this new feeling but now he had nothing left to do and the awful feeling was sinking in.
They weren't home, they had been driven out of their home by those monsters who call themselves clans. His mom was gone, dead or just lost it didn't matter! She wasn't here. He could sleep with out being hunted by the gruesome images he had seen that night when their camp had been ambushed. The underlying guilt of being unable to do anything in those moments...it just..he didn't like it. He needed to busy himself with something else again. Everyone else seemed to be getting on fine now, moving on as they say. He should too.
Giving his pelt a quick shake to rid it of the dust that had gathered and left the new “nursery”. The first cat his eyes landed on was a kit, well a kit younger than him that is. Since Marigoldpaw had been the only denmate he considered a friend was no longer well- his denmate. He should probably attempt to talk to other kits like himself. approaching the she-kit he heard her say something but didn't quite hear what it is. One thing for sure was she seemed a bit tense? "Hi!" he greeted her loudly with a tooth smile. "The names aspenkit! I hope you don't mind me asking what your particularly doing?" he asked tilting his head in a display of curiosity. Honestly he was just trying to get to know some of his denmates better, he had sworn to protect them kinda.
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Aspenkit had done everything he could possibly do in this new camp, he had explored every nook and cranny. He had attempted to help build some of the dens, he had brought what prey the had to the elders and queens. He had even tried to sit through one of the elders stories. Now he was bored, no not bored. Bored was a different feeling, this was something else and he didn't like it. He had kept himself busy the whole journey from their old territory to the mountains, he had even kept himself busy these last few days in hope to drown out this new feeling but now he had nothing left to do and the awful feeling was sinking in.
They weren't home, they had been driven out of their home by those monsters who call themselves clans. His mom was gone, dead or just lost it didn't matter! She wasn't here. He could sleep with out being hunted by the gruesome images he had seen that night when their camp had been ambushed. The underlying guilt of being unable to do anything in those moments...it just..he didn't like it. He needed to busy himself with something else again. Everyone else seemed to be getting on fine now, moving on as they say. He should too.
Giving his pelt a quick shake to rid it of the dust that had gathered and left the new “nursery”. The first cat his eyes landed on was a kit, well a kit younger than him that is. Since Marigoldpaw had been the only denmate he considered a friend was no longer well- his denmate. He should probably attempt to talk to other kits like himself. approaching the she-kit he heard her say something but didn't quite hear what it is. One thing for sure was she seemed a bit tense? "Hi!" he greeted her loudly with a tooth smile. "The names aspenkit! I hope you don't mind me asking what your particularly doing?" he asked tilting his head in a display of curiosity. Honestly he was just trying to get to know some of his denmates better, he had sworn to protect them kinda.
[ shadowkit | she/her | 2 moons ] / 3/100 \
~ black she-cat with gray spots, yellow eyes, and one white foot ~
The jet-black she-kit snapped her head around to see a gray kit with stripes approach and say his name was Aspenkit. ‶Oh, hi. I'm Shadowkit. I'm... in deep thought.″ She says, scratching her ears. ‶What were you doing before talking to me?″
A N T L E R B R A N C H
He/Him - 31 Moons - Purrks: N/A
Dark brown tom with white stomach, tufts of fur on his
head, green eyes
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okay. What happened. Apparently Redwater and Eveningthaw decided to evaporate into thin air. Frustrated, antler stormed back to camo, dropping his mouse at the deputy's paws. "Redwater n Eveninthaw decided to vanish on me. Appeared in camp and seemed to evaporate after that," he reported, green eyes filled with rage. "Doesn't help I' not that good at land huntin" he snarled under his breath.
[+1 mouse]
[ @taillow - I had the entire thing typed up AND WCO ATE IT jdjsuctsjd so i had to retype it n now its past midnight + heartbroken antler and dusk]
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EVENINGTHAW,
THE EXECUTIONER
RIVERCLAN | HULK SMASH! , JUST A SCRATCH, BEEFED UP T1, COLLECTOR
@constellation @Bean [hunting patrol 3; forest area --- riverclan camp]
The ground was too dry here, Eveningthaw decided. He hated the dry, life sapping touch of the mountain soil. Uncomfortable and suffocating, like the sunlight glaring down at him. He decided that he hated it here. He wanted to go home, and tear the world asunder in his path. If he had to leave a trail of broken bodies in his wake to bring RiverClan back to the lush cradle of the rivers, he damn well would.
He damn well would.
Starting with the bodies of something small, insignificant, and nourishing. StarClan's gift to them, that fed and nurtured them. Prey.
Dropping low upon scenting prey, the massive warrior slunk away from the patrol and followed along the subtle scurrying of a mouse. When he pounced, his paws came up empty.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 7]
Just a warm up, he decided. Trailing after another scent, diverting trail, he lunged, and in a quick motion ended the pathetic life of the vole and uttered a silent prayer of thanks to Starclan. His ancestors must be smiling down at him. He could imagine no other reality.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 12]
Moving on, and hastily covering his prey for pickup soon, he trudged through the short mountain grasses for what felt like an eternity before he spotted a rather sizeable crow, plump off summer seeds. Carefully, the heavy warrior drew further and further up. Then, in one swift and fluid motion, his paws ensnared the creature and an easy and precise bite to the neck ended its struggle. Another breathless prayer uttered to stars uncaring before moving on.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 19]
Not far off, he assumed, was its mate, so with quick thinking and careful precision, he sprung on that crow, too, and placed them together before covering them loosely to collect once his spree was concluded.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 19]
With the scent of bird rapidly growing stale, he returned his hunt to small mammals and rooted through the grasses some more. he practically tripped over a vole, and though both were surprised, he recovered quickly and snatched it up to deposit with the rest of his spoils, thanking Starclan for the umpteenth time.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED AN 11]
He gave another shot at looking for prey in that area, but came up stale, so the executioner decided to move carefully outwards, in search of more prey.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 7]
Appraising the area, he could smell both familiar and new scents. Following along what looked to be a small trail, he caught scent of another vole right as he came up on it and pounced.
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 11]
Suddenly, a noise caught his attention and his ears pinned to his skull, dropping his body as low to the ground as he could. In the river reeds of their home, he had stuck out blatantly in the greens and browns, but the rocky soil here was almost grey in the full light, and shielded by rocky outcroppings, the silver tabby blended in far better than he did almost any other time. As the clopping of hooves passed, forest green eyes with pupils as narrow as a claw fixated on the trailing behind, limping youth with pale white fur and wide eyes. He wasn't even sure what the moving things were. They looked a lot like deer, though much smaller and paler.
Bloodlust isn't the word for it, he decided. But it was a sort of greed, to think- to know -he could take this down.
Who said greed was always a bad thing? Eveningthaw pushed himself off with great effort and pounced on the kid, claws sinking in and craining his neck for one deliberate, precise incision. His teeth made contact, and he held for a few moments until the thrashing abated. The elder creatures had already scattered. He stood over his prize, pupils inflating at the taste of blood in his maw. It wasn't like rodent, really. He couldn't say exactly what it tasted like. Much different than most else. It would feed several in the clan, and for that he was proud.
Eveningthaw tilted his head upwards and muttered aloud; "Thank you, Starclan, for your generous blessings upon this hunt."
[EVENINGTHAW ROLLED A 19]
Amazed by the body growing cold at his paws, the Executioner glanced around one final time to reorient himself before hooking his teeth around the kid's mouth and lifting it up. It wasn't light, that much was certain, but he was strong and broad, and the thin creature in his jaws was light work. It was just about his size, after all. No harder than carrying a body. And, admittedly, he had plenty of experience in that department. He spared a glance over his shoulder, torn between trying to carry everything in one go or take two trips.
Two trips was probably faster.
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Eveningthaw made his way back to camp, a strange, tasty creature hanging from his jaws.
Stopping before the place that the deputy had called the patrols out, he dropped the white creature at his paws and passed his tongue over his muzzle to clean himself of any residual blood.
"Sorry for my slight tardiness," he said, then passed a glance at Antlerbranch, "Something came up."
Yes, Something did come up. He smiled to himself, glancing down at the large prey at his paws. "I'm not sure what it is, but it tastes good, and I imagine it can feed several cats. I have only one request; I'd like the skull once it is cleaned."
A pause.
"Additionally, there is more I need to double around and get- So if you'll excuse me for a moment-" He ducked his head respectfully before streaking back out of the entrance, blood thundering in his veins as he recollected his claims. With everything in tow, he returned to the deputy and flashed a smile, setting his collection with the goat.
Looking up as the last of the patrol members approached, Dusklion flattened her ears in annoyance as Antlerbranch explained that Eveningthaw and Redwater had disappeared. That made four cats she would need to - huh? Looking past Antlerbranch the deputy caught sight of Eveningthaw dragging in - WOW. "What the hell is that??" she echoed, gazing down at the large creature. It was big, that much was obvious, but Dusk hadn't ever seen any animal like it. But it carried prey-scent and made her mouth water.
Looking back up to flicker her gaze between Antlerbranch and Eveningthaw, Dusklion gave a snort. "Guess I can overlook the lateness this once." Amusement danced in her eyes as she watched Eveningthaw dart out once more. She dismissed Antlerbranch with a flick of her ear before looking to Eveningthaw as he came back. "As for the skull... sure, I don't see why you can't have it. But if I get one cat comin' to me complainin' about it, I'll toss it out myself." With that she dismissed Eveningthaw with a flick of her tail and padded over to the prey pile. The hunting patrols had brought back a pretty decent haul, that was for sure.
Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Lionheart | Moons: 20 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”
An apprentice that was given to him recently was Duckpaw. Though with everything that happened so swiftly, Seabreeze had let training the apprentice slip from his mind. That would change though. He hasn't been the best mentor he could be to the kits that have been put under his care but he would try his absolute best as he has every time before. Hopefully he actually gets to teach something for once. The lionheart looked the path that he was leading Duckpaw down. They were going to do some land hunting though Seabreeze was a bit out of his comfort zone given the exile and the whole being in the mountains thing. He tries to keep from sighing out loud. It was grassier down the path and that hopefully meant prey that he was more familiar with catching like mice and birds. (As painfully annoying as birds were...) He looked over his shoulder and at the young apprentice, "So Duckpaw, I was thinking that we could start with some land hunting. I'll be honest and say that I'll be learning as well as I'm not too familiar with hunting in mountains, though can't be too different from hunting in the range back home." He offered to try and start some conversation between him and his apprentice.
As they came to a grassy patch of land, the warrior slowed to a stop and watched to see if the apprentice would follow suit. The lionheart hopped right into explaining hunting to the younger, seeing no need to wait around to start. He dropped down into a hunting crouch. "Alright, so first things first you want to stay low to the ground, make sure that you feel comfortable across all your paws. Your back paws should be right under your torso almost, your front paws will creep in front of you. You want each of your paw steps to be as light and even as possible as even the slightest change in rhythm can set off your prey. Does that make sense so far?"
Duckpaw
6 moons | He/him | Apprentice Brown Maine coon with black spots everywhere
Ducks quack, this one doesn't
Duckpaw padded beside seabreeze, his little stubby legs were trying to keep up
with his mentor. As a kit he looked up to seabreeze, now he was his mentor!
Wow! Duckpaw wasn't watching where he was stepping and tripped over a
stick. Ow He mumbled under his breath. He got up and hoped seabreeze
didn't see what had just happened to him. "Stupid twigs!" he said by
accident. Well today was already going bad for him. He shook his head.
Duckpaw's ears purked up as seabreeze started telling him how to get in the
hunting stance. Stay low to the ground... he said in his head as he got
low to the ground. "Back paws under his torso... he thought as he put his
back paws under his torso. "Front paws creep Infront of you... He put his
paws out in front of him. Paw steps light... He stepped light as a feather
hitting the ground. He got into position.
"Yes it makes sense a little." he said as he put his ears back.
A N T L E R B R A N C H
He/Him - 31 Moons - Purrks: N/A
Dark brown tom with white stomach, tufts of fur on his
head, green eyes
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The pain of his heartbreak last night was still fresh as antlerbranch trudged out of thr warriors den, Wisteriawren's flower gift weaved into the fur of his head. His green eyes glazed with pain and exhaustion. He needed to get out of camp.
"I have feelings for someone else."
Those words were imprinted in the tom's mind. Of course the cat he trusted and loved more than anything was the one to shatter his heart to pieces. His dark brown fur ruffled up, he didn't want to be anywhere near... Her.
His eyes bounced from cat to cat before landing on Dusklion. Hid paws swiftly walked over, the large fluffy tom looking down on the smaller deputy. "Dusklion. Huntin. Now. I need to get away, so I'm dragged you with," he snarled. He wasn't going to elaborate any further. There was no way he was going to tell anyone he got rejected by the cat he loved. Who would even care? The warrior turned his head away wiping the tears forming in his eyes.
[ @taillow - I had the entire thing typed up AND WCO ATE IT jdjsuctsjd so i had to retype it n now its past midnight + heartbroken antler and dusk]
DUSKLION
she/her | riverclan deputy | 29 moons go with the flow, rapid recovery, beefed up t3
In a rare moment of stillness, Dusklion was lounging on one of the many big rocks that jutted up from the ground. The deputy had her eyes closed as she let the sunlight above soak into her fur. It felt nice... although her mind was still racing with millions of thoughts. Where her brother was... what was that strange group she'd scented at the border... who she would send on patrols later...
A sharp voice cut through her thoughts and Dusklion opened her eyes. This certainly wasn't the same Antlerbranch from the territory. "...Talk to me like that again 'n I'll use your ears to sharpen my claws," the deputy spat as she got to her paws, stretching on the rock before leaping down. She eyed the tom from the side. How he could look grumpy when he had the heart of the most beautiful cat ever was beyond her, causing her to narrow her eyes. But who knew, accidents happened all the time during hunting patrols... there were cliffs...
Giving a final scoff the deputy started towards the camp entrance, tail flicking irritably. "There's been reports of prey gatherin' in the forest, so we can head that way. Or for a challenge, we can go deeper into the mountains. Your choice." Dusk turned to look at Antler, waiting to see where he would lead them. After all, he'd been the one who wanted to hunt.
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