[Treepaw] | Trees Friend
ThunderClan Apprentice
Silver Tongue
Treepaw followed after Redhawk, grateful for the Hornet's help. Soon, she wouldn't need this help. Soon, she'd be a warrior. She was so ready for that. Right now, she felt as though she had no control over her life and deep down she was hoping that getting her warrior name would give her some control back. Suppressing her inner demon was getting harder and harder to do, too. Treepaw ached for the control.
The apprentice came up to Smallpines and looked around. It wasn't too impressive and before Redhawk would even question the smells, her nose was crinkling at the fishy scents.
"It just smells like fish and water," she replied simply. Her eyes would move cautiously over the border, heeding the Hornet's warning. Despite having been trained, Treepaw didn't want to test her battle skills just yet. Not in front of her clanmate, at least.
Redhawk - ThunderClan Hornet
She/they | 32 moons | The Ultimate Predator, The Collector, Kitty Softpaws
That answer was pretty much spot on. Redhawk beamed nonetheless and nodded. "T-That's RiverClan for you! Very different from T-ThunderClan." Where they had a more... woodsy smell, for lack of a better term, that was thicker and smelled familiar, RiverClan's was tangy and sharp. It reminded her of the ocean breeze that often drifted under her nose during gatherings. She didn't particularly dislike the smell, but the hornet much preferred ThunderClans for sure.
Stepping along the riverbank and keeping an eye out towards the marshy territory of their water-dwelling neighbors, Red took the opportunity to mark the border. "You're getting close t-to your warrior ceremony, aren't y-you?" she asked with intrigue, looking over at Treepaw with an encouraging grin. "Any t-thoughts on what you'd want your w-warrior name to b-be?"
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[Treepaw] | Trees Friend
ThunderClan Apprentice
Silver Tongue
Treepaw would take a glance over the border, but it made his pelt tingle with unease. She hadn't had the best experiences with the other clans thus far so she wasn't a fan of being near the borders. However, having Redhawk here eased the stress a little. She was safe. She had an extra set of paws if something were to happen.
The molly followed in silence, listening to Redhawk's friendly banter. It wasn't something she was used to. Most cats just left her alone or there was Spiderthroat who seemed concerned every time he was in her presence. Odd, wasn't it? It wasn't like Treepaw stared into the soul of other cats or anything... right?
Speaking of, Treepaw had taken up the odd habit and was staring at Redhawk blankly as she spoke. The green abyss were rounded with thoughts unknown to most of the clan. She'd perhaps need to speak to someone about them... someone other than Skunkstrike. She cleared her thought. Don't make things awkward. The bengal considered the question for a moment more. "I just hope it's a strong name. I feel like I deserve that..." Treepaw wouldn't dwell on that idea. She matched the steps of Redhawk as they continued on.
"Just have my assessment left..." she spoke softer, her gaze shifting to focus on the ground as it moved under her.
@taillow - Redhawk [Haggard Ruins was the last spot, don't mind Tree starting to get creepy now. It's just her thing heh.]
*Copper'Call jumped out of the bushes behind the tom, and he thought the thunderclan cat was going to hurt the she-cat. So he slid his paws out and hissed* ''why are you here, thunder cat? are you going to hurt her?''
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 35 Moons
Bilingual T2 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Beefed up T3
The trip to the smallpines had been light and full of chatter, Mudhound commenting on every little thing and doing their best to reassure Redhawk that she'd be ok with her new leg despite her worries. "After all! I missing a whole leg and I learned to hunt again so you'll learn to do all your stuff with a wiggly one! I promise it'll be ok and no one will judge if you dont get a ton this time, your life just changed a lot~"
Snakefang wasnt left behind in chatting as well, the tripod cooing at how different the area smelled now and commenting "Wow its a lot less fishy with no riverclan scent marks! I bet we can kinda nose across the border and there'll be tons of prey because no ones hunting it if we dont find any here!
You got any specific prey youre looking for today Snakefang?"
as they set to work scent marking the border by rolling around, keen to get that over with so they could go hunting after.
Snakefang’s eyes were closed and she was about to crash to the ground and fall asleep when Redhawk arrived for the patrol. At least now she knew that once this patrol was finished, she'd be able to fall asleep, a relief after not being able to do so for days. Her eyes opened upon the Hornet's apology to her and Mudhound in advance for taking longer than usual to hunt, which brought her attention to Redhawk’s paw, which looked pretty badly damaged. "No need tae apologise." Snakefang began, "Take as long's ye need." Cats taking forever to do things usually annoyed her, but when they had a legitimate reason for taking more time, in those cases Snakefang would be more understanding and patient.
Snakefang managed to stay awake on the journey to Smallpines, partly thanks to Mudhound's positivity and chatter. They seemed a nice cat, but Snakefang was just too tired to be interested in very much of the chatter. Upon arriving at Smallpines, Mudhound asked if there was anything specific she wanted to catch after suggesting going into RiverClan’s former territory.
"I do like a good mouse, but I tend tae have awful luck with them. I haven’t caught one without some kind o' dramatic incident in moons." Did that sound ridiculous? A cat who couldn’t catch mice? Maybe, but it was the truth, Snakefang never failed to fail catching mice, something would always go wrong. "Although if we're goin' into RiverClan territory, there'll have to be a few water voles around, don't know if either o' ye have tried them, but they taste incredible." Being tired definitely made her a bit forgetful too. And it was at times like this when she was more likely to slip up about her greatest secret, of course she'd find RiverClan's usual foods to be delicious, she was half RiverClan herself! "My father showed me how tae catch fish as well, I don't like them as much but I can do it." Uh oh, now she really had slipped up, and realised as much almost immediately.
REDHAWK
she/they | thunderclan hornet | 35 moons the collector, the ultimate predator, kitty softpaws
Stumbling out of the camp and through the territory, the reddish-brown hornet did her best to quell the rising anxiety. Demotion. Demotion. She knew she was making it out worst than it was but she couldn't help it. Demotion had been expected ever since her paw incident. She couldn't climb anymore, couldn't hunt all that good... what kind of hornet couldn't do those things? It made Redhawk feel sick as she navigated her way towards Smallpines.
The scent of RiverClan was practically stale here now, so at least that was one less thing to worry about while out here. With her tears mostly dried (when.... when had that started??) Redhawk parted her jaws to scent the air. With fewer cats coming to patrol the border, there was more to take in. Prey scent seemed stronger even. Hopefully... hopefully she would be able to catch something. Redpaw... well, she didn't really want that. Her rank also... what would Muddy think?
That fear alone was enough to spring the hornet into action. Having caught the mouthwatering scent of mouse, she did her best to crouch down and slide forward. Her twisted paw dragged against the ground though, making her stop. Redhawk glanced down in frustration, doing her best to tuck it up against her chest before moving forward. Stalking on one front paw though was... difficult. Her balance was off as she approached the mouse, who's head was up and looking around. The second it spotted the hornet she sprang, trying to land her good claw on the mouse. It darted off quickly, leaving Redhawk's claw to come down onto nothing. The impact sent a sharp jab up to her shoulder, leaving the hornet to whimper as she fell over.
As much as it hurt now to stand on her only good paw, Redhawk gritted her teeth and pushed herself up. The mouse had fled but that didn't mean there was no prey left. Redhawk once again parted her jaws to try and draw in the scents around her. Nearby was the scent of bird, and though part of her was hesitant, the hornet decided to just go for it. Tucking her paw up against her chest once more the hornet moved slower this time. Eyes locked onto the form of a robin poking at the base of a tree, Redhawk kept everything as silent and still as she could.
The bird didn't seem to notice her yet which made Redhawk grin in glee. Maybe she would be able to catch this one! Maybe she would be able to bring something home and feed her Clan. Then Spiderthroat wouldn't be disappointed and Bumblestar wouldn't have to demote her and Muddy would confess their love and -
As she sprang forward, unbalanced, the robin was quick to spread its wings and start to fly away. With a grunt Redhawk tried to leap after it, but her spring was messy and her one claw barely got anything more than a few robin feathers. Without both paws able to catch her, the hornet landed squarely on the ground with a thud, pain ripping up her shoulders. Tears sprung to her eyes as the hornet lay on her side, out of breath.
. . .One more try. Redhawk would give it one more try. Struggling now to get back to her paws, the hornet took another look around. She limped away from her failed bird catch. There had to be something that she could catch... After a bit of wandering around Red caught the scent trail of a shrew. This time she tried to crouch and stalk with her injured paw touching the ground. It... hurt, to say the lease, and caused her to stalk lopsided, but at least she had some semblance of balance. Determined to have this end in a success, the hornet slunk forward (limping) until she was close enough to the vole.
It didn't seem to notice her as Redhawk sprung this time, both paws outstretched. The shrew still hadn't turned its head, allowing the hornet to successfully snag it with her good claw. This caused the shrew to squeal and turn around. Instinct told her to bring her other paw down on it - but it was then Redhawk realized it was the twisted paw. It did little to help trap the shrew, which had moved to bite the top of her good paw. The hornet yelped and pulled her good paw back, tumbling over back onto her side from the imbalance. As she lay there, sides heaving, she watched the shrew scurry away.
...Useless. If she couldn't climb, couldn't hunt, couldn't even... jump or land or even walk.... she was useless. Images of being cast out of her home flooded through her mind and Redhawk curled up onto herself, pitiful whimpers leaving her. What would Gentledoe think of her right now? Or Muddy? She already knew Spiderthroat was disappointed in her... Bumblestar too, after the fiasco with Crowpaw and now Elkpaw. It made her chest hurt, fluffy tail lifting up to cover her face as she sobbed quietly. Pathetic. That's what she was. Pathetic and useless.
It wasn't until the thud of something nearby that Redhawk lifted her head. Her claw on her good front paw came out in defense, nose sniffling as she scanned the forest. There was no threat but - oh. Dropped on the ground, already a bit ravaged, was a vole. It had deep punctures in its side, suggesting that it had likely been dropped from a bird. There wasn't... much left to it, but... without it Redhawk would have nothing to bring back. Already the sun rising higher in the sky...
...She would just have to accept it. Struggling to get back to her paws, ears down and tail drooping, Redhawk picked up the leftover vole and started to make her way back towards camp.
[Risingstorm| thunderclan warrior|Purrks: just a scratch-Beefed up 3-shadow fiend ]
The tom limped into the border of ThunderClan and Riverclan and looked around for cobwebs the tom hardly knew what any kind of herb looked like he knew cobweb was like a silky thing spiders made but that was about it he looked around bushes and looked at fallen trees to no avail "Uhh I'm not having any luck..." he said giving a sheepish smile
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