Crescentkit
| He/Her/They | ThC Kit | Moons: 2 |
|| Plot Armor Active ||
|| Shadow Fiend Active ||
|| Kitty Softpaws Active ||
Crescentkit wasn't an dumb, they were almost three moons old after all, almost... they knew that what they were doing was going to get them in trouble and it was very likely that it was going to get her apprentice ceremony pushed back at the worst of it... but at the same time. Crescent kit has been staring more and more longingly at the world outside of camp, especially at night. Wondering what the inky darkness possesses after it leaves Crescentkit's sight of understanding. They knew that it was dangerous to go out at night, but also, right now was the time to get out. They would need to do this so very carefully though, they would be getting discovered tonight, but he didn't want to be found out too early! That would make the whole trip not worth it and he needed to make this count or else Crescentkit would 100% be getting her apprentice ceremony pushed back without a doubt when it came time for her second attempt.
She needed to know. She needed to know what the singing she always hears is! If it was calling out to her through its melody of leaves whistling and underbrush rustling that the kit lays awake at night listening in wait. Wanting to see, wishing to put sights to sounds even though her eyes were more worn than others. For some reason, it felt like they were worn because they have been used before, like this wasn't the first time that Crescentkit has been a kit, that it wasn't the first time that Crescentkit had existed... and why the familiarity of the territory she stares into from inside camp, haunts him. Crescentkit needed to know, she needed to... she couldn't wait another night.
The moon was a sliver in the night sky, it was dark... she couldn't see the best. But that was for the better, her dark pelt would mold with the world around her. So that he could be a part of it like the world sings for him to be. There was something out there waiting to be found and it was going to be found by Crescentkit. So after sneaking carefully through the nursery, the kit peered into the clearing, just barely poking her head out of the den to see if there were any late night warriors or anyone out and about that may spot her. Then after seeing the space clear, the kit padded out, and stayed near the wall of the nursery until she made her way pressed against the camp's wall. Her fur was tagged by the brambles but the kit didn't mind, having long since gotten used to the feeling as she made her ways through preparing for this outing.
Crescentkit snuck from the walls of the camp beside the nursery, into the stream that ran beside the nursery. She knew the stream had to lead from in from out right? The divot from the stream would allow him to wiggle under the brambles... at least... they hopped so. That was what they were betting on, there was no way that she would be able to get out otherwise. Leaving through the main entry would be sabotaging herself basically. The stream would cover her scent being in odd places and generally her scent being around here would be fine because it was the nursery and besides, what kit has crawled through the stream, under brambles, and out of the camp like that? No one. At least no one that Crescentkit had heard of just yet.
With a deep breath of air, the kit crouched down into the water. The coldness causing a full body shiver to envelope his body. Though it would be worth it. Just a bit of coldness was worth knowing what lies beyond. It had to be, it had to be, and it had to be. The mantra persisted through his mind as he finally came up to the brambles surrounding camp and then Crescentkit ducked her head into the water. Keeping her nose above the water line just like she practiced before this night. She needed to keep calm, but this was her least favorite part. The stream splashes a bit sometimes and every time a drop lands on her nose he has to fight the urge to panic at drowning.
Now or never! The kit began their way under the brambles. Dipping into the stream as much as possible, but the top of his head and back still gets tugged at. It was fine, it wouldn't take too long to get through and then... Just a little bit longer. Crescentkit forced himself to keep his eyes open, he needed to see, even though it was nearly impossible with the low moon light and the brambles blocking out what little it that remains. The water turns and churns at their dark pelt the same that the raising nerves did to his stomach. The longer that they crawled, the water bubbling as he hissed as especially harsh tugs as the brambles threatening to drown her from above catches on her ears and back, the more they though this tunnel of dark water and dark sky would last.
Ahead of her, her nose bumped right into a thistle, and the kit bit her tongue so as to not make noise. Why was she bumping into something? Shouldn't she be squished enough into the stream to wiggle underneath the brambles? NO! Do the brambles here get into the water? No, no no! She couldn't just turn back now! She wasn't even sure if he could at this point! There was no room to turn around and moving backwards would be a even more difficult task than going forwards. And not only that but the sounds from the outside are so much louder now! She can almost taste the fresh and open air. The forest and the songs. The rustling of grasses, the breeze through the limbs of the trees, the bubbling stream... it was all right there. SHE NEEDED TO KNOW!
Crescentkit lifted a front paw awkwardly in such a tight space even for an almost three moon old... and dove it into the brambles ahead. The pain was a second thought as the feeling of panicking and risking so much for nothing overwhelmed her senses. She tore it back, the thorns were only pressing their pressure into her fur covered paw pads, not stinging, though he knew they would soon. The brambles slowly, after persisted tugging allowed just barely enough space for the kit to shuffle through and even then, they were pressing at every side trying to return to their rightful, tangled places as the camp's walls... THERE!
Crescentkit's cloudy eyes made contact with grass... the walls were opening just ahead! She was so close! Finally, with a tumble, Crescentkit finally fell from the bramble's holds on them. The kit could hardly believe it, though covered with thorns and thistles, bleeding a bit here and there, and sopping wet, Crescentkit was no longer in her camp... and now he was free to find whatever it is that has been calling them out here. Into the moonless darkness. Though first, her cloudy eyes shifted back to the brambles as they settled from her disturbance. It hadn't been too loud right? And even the minimal noise my not be questioned. At least, people wouldn't suspect it being a kit leaving right? Most kits wouldn't have taken such a path to leave.
The kit slowly clambered to their paws, wincing as she lifted one of the front ones to reveal a thorn within. Crescentkit only brought the paw to her mouth and took the thorn between her teeth and ripped it from their skin. They didn't have time to be slowed by that. Her wounds could be seen to later, when she returns back to camp. But that wouldn't be anytime soon if they could help it. Now... Crescentkit began to pad forward, slowly at first.. unsure of the new environment that he found himself in. It was just one paw step after another right? Something would guide him, right? The same thing singing to him from his nest at night. It would bring him where it wanted him to be. That was only fair right, having risks being out here for it, that it would make most of the time that the kit managed to grasp.
The trees were tall, and the night dark, but Crescentkit wasn't scared as he padded into the undergrowth, scampering under bushes and through tree roots to avoid any eyes. She wasn't daft, she knew her medicine cat was dead and it was because of an owl. After that, she had simply asked what an owl was... and learned that they were certainly unkind. If able to swoop such a large cat such as an adult, one would have no struggles with a kit like him. So, he hid. Ducking and weaving, the only times her fur even showed to the tree branches high above was brief as he quickly darted to the next hiding place. Allowing her paws to take her.
Crescentkit
| He/Her/They | ThC Kit | Moons: 2 |
|| Plot Armor Active ||
|| Shadow Fiend Active ||
|| Kitty Softpaws Active ||
Crescentkit wasn't an dumb, they were almost three moons old after all, almost... they knew that what they were doing was going to get them in trouble and it was very likely that it was going to get her apprentice ceremony pushed back at the worst of it... but at the same time. Crescent kit has been staring more and more longingly at the world outside of camp, especially at night. Wondering what the inky darkness possesses after it leaves Crescentkit's sight of understanding. They knew that it was dangerous to go out at night, but also, right now was the time to get out. They would need to do this so very carefully though, they would be getting discovered tonight, but he didn't want to be found out too early! That would make the whole trip not worth it and he needed to make this count or else Crescentkit would 100% be getting her apprentice ceremony pushed back without a doubt when it came time for her second attempt.
She needed to know. She needed to know what the singing she always hears is! If it was calling out to her through its melody of leaves whistling and underbrush rustling that the kit lays awake at night listening in wait. Wanting to see, wishing to put sights to sounds even though her eyes were more worn than others. For some reason, it felt like they were worn because they have been used before, like this wasn't the first time that Crescentkit has been a kit, that it wasn't the first time that Crescentkit had existed... and why the familiarity of the territory she stares into from inside camp, haunts him. Crescentkit needed to know, she needed to... she couldn't wait another night.
The moon was a sliver in the night sky, it was dark... she couldn't see the best. But that was for the better, her dark pelt would mold with the world around her. So that he could be a part of it like the world sings for him to be. There was something out there waiting to be found and it was going to be found by Crescentkit. So after sneaking carefully through the nursery, the kit peered into the clearing, just barely poking her head out of the den to see if there were any late night warriors or anyone out and about that may spot her. Then after seeing the space clear, the kit padded out, and stayed near the wall of the nursery until she made her way pressed against the camp's wall. Her fur was tagged by the brambles but the kit didn't mind, having long since gotten used to the feeling as she made her ways through preparing for this outing.
Crescentkit snuck from the walls of the camp beside the nursery, into the stream that ran beside the nursery. She knew the stream had to lead from in from out right? The divot from the stream would allow him to wiggle under the brambles... at least... they hopped so. That was what they were betting on, there was no way that she would be able to get out otherwise. Leaving through the main entry would be sabotaging herself basically. The stream would cover her scent being in odd places and generally her scent being around here would be fine because it was the nursery and besides, what kit has crawled through the stream, under brambles, and out of the camp like that? No one. At least no one that Crescentkit had heard of just yet.
With a deep breath of air, the kit crouched down into the water. The coldness causing a full body shiver to envelope his body. Though it would be worth it. Just a bit of coldness was worth knowing what lies beyond. It had to be, it had to be, and it had to be. The mantra persisted through his mind as he finally came up to the brambles surrounding camp and then Crescentkit ducked her head into the water. Keeping her nose above the water line just like she practiced before this night. She needed to keep calm, but this was her least favorite part. The stream splashes a bit sometimes and every time a drop lands on her nose he has to fight the urge to panic at drowning.
Now or never! The kit began their way under the brambles. Dipping into the stream as much as possible, but the top of his head and back still gets tugged at. It was fine, it wouldn't take too long to get through and then... Just a little bit longer. Crescentkit forced himself to keep his eyes open, he needed to see, even though it was nearly impossible with the low moon light and the brambles blocking out what little it that remains. The water turns and churns at their dark pelt the same that the raising nerves did to his stomach. The longer that they crawled, the water bubbling as he hissed as especially harsh tugs as the brambles threatening to drown her from above catches on her ears and back, the more they though this tunnel of dark water and dark sky would last.
Ahead of her, her nose bumped right into a thistle, and the kit bit her tongue so as to not make noise. Why was she bumping into something? Shouldn't she be squished enough into the stream to wiggle underneath the brambles? NO! Do the brambles here get into the water? No, no no! She couldn't just turn back now! She wasn't even sure if he could at this point! There was no room to turn around and moving backwards would be a even more difficult task than going forwards. And not only that but the sounds from the outside are so much louder now! She can almost taste the fresh and open air. The forest and the songs. The rustling of grasses, the breeze through the limbs of the trees, the bubbling stream... it was all right there. SHE NEEDED TO KNOW!
Crescentkit lifted a front paw awkwardly in such a tight space even for an almost three moon old... and dove it into the brambles ahead. The pain was a second thought as the feeling of panicking and risking so much for nothing overwhelmed her senses. She tore it back, the thorns were only pressing their pressure into her fur covered paw pads, not stinging, though he knew they would soon. The brambles slowly, after persisted tugging allowed just barely enough space for the kit to shuffle through and even then, they were pressing at every side trying to return to their rightful, tangled places as the camp's walls... THERE!
Crescentkit's cloudy eyes made contact with grass... the walls were opening just ahead! She was so close! Finally, with a tumble, Crescentkit finally fell from the bramble's holds on them. The kit could hardly believe it, though covered with thorns and thistles, bleeding a bit here and there, and sopping wet, Crescentkit was no longer in her camp... and now he was free to find whatever it is that has been calling them out here. Into the moonless darkness. Though first, her cloudy eyes shifted back to the brambles as they settled from her disturbance. It hadn't been too loud right? And even the minimal noise my not be questioned. At least, people wouldn't suspect it being a kit leaving right? Most kits wouldn't have taken such a path to leave.
The kit slowly clambered to their paws, wincing as she lifted one of the front ones to reveal a thorn within. Crescentkit only brought the paw to her mouth and took the thorn between her teeth and ripped it from their skin. They didn't have time to be slowed by that. Her wounds could be seen to later, when she returns back to camp. But that wouldn't be anytime soon if they could help it. Now... Crescentkit began to pad forward, slowly at first.. unsure of the new environment that he found himself in. It was just one paw step after another right? Something would guide him, right? The same thing singing to him from his nest at night. It would bring him where it wanted him to be. That was only fair right, having risks being out here for it, that it would make most of the time that the kit managed to grasp.
The trees were tall, and the night dark, but Crescentkit wasn't scared as he padded into the undergrowth, scampering under bushes and through tree roots to avoid any eyes. She wasn't daft, she knew her medicine cat was dead and it was because of an owl. After that, she had simply asked what an owl was... and learned that they were certainly unkind. If able to swoop such a large cat such as an adult, one would have no struggles with a kit like him. So, he hid. Ducking and weaving, the only times her fur even showed to the tree branches high above was brief as he quickly darted to the next hiding place. Allowing her paws to take her.
Crescentkit would find what sings.
Lightningpaw
Prissy ⋆ Bratty ⋆ Self serving ⋆ Neutral
“No it's ok, I’ll wait for you to kiss my paws.”
Oh lightningpaw couldn't remember the rules currently. It felt like mentorstar kept switching them up all the time. Though it didn't matter this time as she swore she felt something fishy. Warriors tending to be quite useless all the time so she was going to do this on her own.
It was very dark out and Lightningpaw could barely see the distance and pondered if this was a good idea but she was already out of the camp and going back now was going to look very stupid on her part. She was the smartest cat ever so she couldn't have her name sullied like that. But that reasoning was shallow and Lightningpaw hated to admit to it, but she swore she smelt the smell of milk outside of the camp. The smell of someone from the nursery. This would be bad to let potentially a kit go out on their own, the scent trails didn't smell like queen, it was hard to describe in her own words what the difference in the smell was but she knew the distinction without words and at this point that was all that mattered. There could be predators lurking around here in the dark like owl!
.............Oh
It was safe to assume at this point Lightningpaw forgot the warning was based on an owl lurking the dark skies and she had heard of how deadly quiet these beast were, but did a kit know this? Now fearful for her own life, Lightningpaw kept an eye over her shoulder and kept looking over it in hopes to prevent being caught off guard. Thankfully the scent grew richer the more she approached but... The kit had a dark pelt and Lightningpaw hadn't been keeping an eye out for that. She was clueless as noses were nice, they didn't pinpoint anything like a glowing, flashing sign with an arrow pointing to a kit.
"Hey kid where are you? You aren't in trouble, I promise I won't tell Bumblestar. Me and her are close so she will believe my lies." Lightningpaw was a dirty liar and would tell Mentorstar what happened the instant she got this kit home. Unfortunately, she was just calling into the void of the dark. She hoped that this kit would show themselves, how exactly was she supposed to explain herself to Mentorstar about this blunder. Kit for the rest of her life would not suit her at all! Ugh.
WILLOWFLURRY any pronouns. 30 moons. longhaired blonde tabby with white markings; golden eyes, flowers and moth wings in fur.
[ silk spinner, herb knowledge T1 ]
with greenleaf in full bloom, the territory and clan are both more alive than ever. normally, willowflurry would be going on a hunt right now, or a simple nature stroll. maybe pick a few flowers to add to the collection in her fur. though, considering drizzlecloud's resignation and springlight's mysterious disappearance, they figure looking for something other than prey can't hurt.
which leads the to where they are now – padding through the territory with yarrowcrest looking for honey to gather. the warrior's already weaved a few ferns and leaves together to form a little basket of sorts for when they do find honey.
fortunately, there's a beehive not too far away. upon closer inspection, there seems to be quite a lot of bees. one even buzzes by, brushing against willowflurry's pelt. he blinks with a soft hum, then his gold gaze slides to yarrowcrest.
"what do you suppose is the easiest way to gather the honey?" it inquires. it's never gathered honey before, or, not that they can remember at least. with so many bees, they doubt one of them can just climb the tree and take a chunk of honeycomb.
WILLOWFLURRY any pronouns. 30 moons. longhaired blonde tabby with white markings; golden eyes, flowers and moth wings in fur.
[ silk spinner, herb knowledge T1 ]
with greenleaf in full bloom, the territory and clan are both more alive than ever. normally, willowflurry would be going on a hunt right now, or a simple nature stroll. maybe pick a few flowers to add to the collection in her fur. though, considering drizzlecloud's resignation and springlight's mysterious disappearance, they figure looking for something other than prey can't hurt.
which leads the to where they are now – padding through the territory with yarrowcrest looking for honey to gather. the warrior's already weaved a few ferns and leaves together to form a little basket of sorts for when they do find honey.
fortunately, there's a beehive not too far away. upon closer inspection, there seems to be quite a lot of bees. one even buzzes by, brushing against willowflurry's pelt. he blinks with a soft hum, then his gold gaze slides to yarrowcrest.
"what do you suppose is the easiest way to gather the honey?" it inquires. it's never gathered honey before, or, not that they can remember at least. with so many bees, they doubt one of them can just climb the tree and take a chunk of honeycomb.
he/him // 25 moons // thc warrior
purrks: mind reader [INACTIVE], flock together tier 1 [INACTIVE]
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That... Was a good question. In all honesty Yarrowcrest hadn't expected there to be so many bees flying about though he guesses that was stupid of him. It was the height of Greenleaf-- they were in their prime. Their most comfortable. As the small creatures whiz past his sides, just nearly missing his body, he stares up at the hive with his head canted off to a side.
"Well, uh... With so many of them it's definitely gonna be tough. I wouldn't be surprised if we managed to get back to camp with just a few stings."
That would definitely be not good. And embarrassing. With no medicine cats he would have to approach a Hornet or Spiderthroat or even worse... Bumblestar herself for some form of treatment. He swears he can hear her words now... Swallowing hard and physically shaking the thought from his head, his attention goes back to the beehive above them.
"The only thing I can think of is dropping the hive and running until they calm down but... That seems a bit cruel to the bees. Destroying their entire home like that... If you don't want to get stung I can try to climb up and knock something loose maybe..."
This was going to be a lot tougher than he expected, wasn't it?
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Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@Ladiebugg
[ +1 mouse , +1 Mole]
The calico followed behind the warrior. As she found what she was looking for, he observed silently. Catching a mouse and a mole as she slunk around. He was makin sure she was reasonable and decent at hunting and was capable of remembering, but man watching her just observe sure was boring and he could utilize his time better than that.
"Alright. We'll count this as you doin better than what you tried before. Don't take me sendin you out on patrols lightly. I'm reasonable but you gotta talk with me first. Can't just ignore orders. Last I recall you were a much better trained apprentice than this." he huffed. "You're Daylightwing again. I best not see any lazyness in the future or you'll get it much worse than this. Got it?"
[Feel free to create a patrol , add what Daylight + Spider hunted and mark it as complete ]
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Spiderthroat is the Deputy of ThunderClan
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But these fingers and these palms
Full of love despite the scars
They show indisputably I have so much more to grow
Oh, I can change, I can evolve
I can get up when I fall
I'll live contentedly, I don't need a reason why
Standing tall and standing strong
I have found where I belong
In the arms of somebody, there is no more need to cry
Lightningpaw couldn't find where the kitten had wondered off to but she was not going to give up that easily. Though that was probably the better idea given what the fates would throw at this poor apprentice. As she continued on the search she had no idea whether she was getting closer or further from this kit that she was on the search for. A part of her wondered if she was ever going to find this kit or... Maybe the owl already took the kit and this search was pointless. It would explain why she couldn’t find this kit even with her sharp nose. Maybe it was for the best for her to turn back and tell Mentorstar what had happened here and they could fix things, after changing her to a kit. Oh this was probably the worst thing to have ever happened to her and she was an orphan.
Then right then, Lightningpaw felt a piercing pain to the likes she had never felt before. The young and beautiful, Lightningpaw’s own description, shecat had never been in a fight before. Never a play one, never a real one unless you wanted to count attacking rocks to practice fighting moves. Lightningpaw did not. Nothing would have prepared her for the feeling of weightlessness that she felt.
Looking back she saw a mass of feathers and talons. The owl did not happen to get a good grip on her given how much of the talons she could actually see and how little blood was coming out at the moment. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Not helping matter was that her mind was a buzz with a messy torrent of thoughts. They were mostly about Woldhive, Mentorstar, death and trees. Trees… TREES! Focusing her mind, Lightningpaw looked to the trees near her. They were so close… In desperation the apprentice reached out…
Her claws felt resistance. She managed to grab onto a tree branch! Maybe she could survive this…! The apprentice dug her claws as deep as she could into the tree while biting her lips. Pain was surging through her sides as the talons met the resistance as well. Fortunately for Lightningpaw the talons truly weren’t that deep in her pelt and with a few mighty wing beats from the annoyed owl, she was free. Free falling. The apprentice crashed to the ground with a grunt but didn’t wait to see if the fall hurt her as she quickly ran into a tight fitting log. Adrenaline was truly her friend at that moment as for the moment she couldn’t feel any of the pain. The owl was persistent and landed in a nearby tree and waited… Lightningpaw wasn’t sure how long she had waited but slowly she came over to peak out of the log and saw that there was not massive bird out for her death.
With that, there was a surge of pain that smashed into her like the violent tides crashing into the rocks. Her legs hurt so much from that fall but as far as she could tell, nothing was broken or sprained. The worst of her injuries were the talon marks on both of her flanks that were left to bleed. At this point the apprentice was starting to feel woozy, but all she could do was cry. Cry profusely. This was the stupidest thing that she had ever done in her life and Woldhive and Mommastar was going to be so angry at her for doing this. Maybe they would kick her out for being to dumb to keep herself from dying. What use was she anyway? She refused to fight taking a more pacifist route in life and couldn’t follow simple orders to prevent her own death. All she could do was harm the clan at this point with the rate she was going at. And the kit... The kit!! She achieve nothing in this pointless endeavor and was going to have to go back home in shame with evidence she couldn't hide of her crimes. Should she even go back at this rate? Gosh... She did feel lightheaded.
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 35 Moons
Bilingual T2 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Beefed up T3
As expected tracking the path Basilkit had taken to where she'd first encountered the dog out on the territory was easy enough (though Mudhound was a bit frustrated at why she did that in the first place given it'd ended with her crippled). However once they reached that location things became.... Muddled. Pinepaw Basilpaw Wolfhive and the dog all kinda mixed in the area, leaving it a bit tough to sort through. Indicating they should both try and look for the path here the tripod started circulating the area, looking as they answered Raggedears questions.
"All that happened and more dude I dunno whats happening but we're drowning in predators. Apparently theres a fox pack like the last one didnt do enough damage, a badger on the border, some vultures in willows rise (though they're probably flying all over and they dont attack unless theres a dead thing on the ground), those owls that got Springlight, a hawk that got a kit and I feel like that isnt the end...."
Why was everyone being attacked and or killed by animals of late? Why were there so many right now???? Honestly Bumble-sis was gonna lock down travel soon and be right to do so.
Other then that though.... "Honestly the dog is the least of our worries. They dont talk as good as cats do but if you can bark right they'll get it, theyre just stupid." Which was such an ironic statement coming from Mudhound.
"Have you found the trail yet? If so lead the way, Ive got nothing."
As Mudhound continued debrief the current troubles of ThunderClan, Raggedear padded alongside him with his jaws open, scenting the air. Just the same as the hornet, the russet warrior also seemed a little confused at the muddled scents. "Great StarClan. Has ThunderClan done something to earn such punishment to go so far as to hurting kits and a medicine cat?" He mumbled with a shake of his head. His yellow eyes scanned the nearby bushes, lighting up as they landed on a tuft of fur. It certainly didn't look like cat fur. He walked towards it. It certainly didn't smell like cat fur. "I agree that dogs are stupid, and I don't know how to bark, but I think I've got something useful here." He said over his shoulder.
The large tom hooked the tuft of fur out of the bush with a claw, turning around and extending a paw out to Mudhound. "Yuck...but we should both recognize it." He grimaced, but his eyes betrayed his excitement. Raggedear had no doubt in his mind that Mudhound could handle the situation on his own, but together there's no way that dog wouldn't turn tail and run if it came down to it. "Follow me! It's scent is getting stale." With that, the warrior turned and began pushing his way through the undergrowth down the path.
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 35 Moons
Bilingual T2 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Beefed up T3
Oooooh yes it was the right decision to chose Raggedear to take along! He'd quickly found the track Mudhound mightve missed the entire time! With a big grin and a short purr the hornet nodded and beat it through the undergrowth after Raggedear and the scent, giving a short "When we encounter make no movements and let me do the talking but keep an eye on it. If it lunges we go for the kill, thunderclan cant deal with more threats potentially coming back right now." as the scent became stronger and they closed in.
The sight they saw explained a lot to Mudhound, though probably little to anyone else. It was a sheepdog! Those ones were big and could be scary but were usually used to and friendly with cats given they lived with barn cats frequently. He looked ragged and lost so probably had approached Basilkit worried over the 'puppy' like this protective type could be and hoping he could be directed home.
Well luckily Mudhound was here and, bounding up tail wagging, the tripod immediately went into 'dog mode' to sort what was now clearing an accident out.
Bilingual T2 Active
To Raggedear all that would be heard was "Bark bark bark bark bark!" over and over from the two in different tones as they circled eachother, sniffing butts politely. Though to them the conversation was more of:
"Hello! You on my packs land!" "Hello! You cat not dog like cat I saw that ran?"
"Yes! You lost? Not allowed on cat-pack land, ours."
"Yes! Chased fox off farm, lost my farm! Help?" "Yes! We lead way, you follow home and dont come back to cat-pack land?" "Yes! Thanks!" "Yes! Happy, yay!"
..... No wonder Mudhound excelled in dog speak when it was this stupid. At the moment they probably looked never more like a hound, wagging and sniffing and- oh stars they were even panting at the dog tail flying in the air as the two play bowed at eachother when the conversation went well.
At least it was a solution and, while the dog itched Mudhound turned to a probably confused Raggedear and explained. "Ok so good news! He's gonna leave and hes only here because he got lost. I think he lives in the farm near the moor so were not gonna cross windclan but head about that way and he should be good after we lead him to the outskirts border around there and point him home! You comfy with that?" some cats got weird around dogs even when there was no threat. Some were even more comfortable fighting them then being around them with no danger, though it was something Mudhound could understand. How they'd learned to talk to dogs had been terrifying but had occurred long enough to desensitize the hornet to that instinctive fear in the end.
”Understood.” The tom responded with a flick of his torn ear, falling into step beside the hornet while slightly lagging behind to let him draw ahead. Clearly, this dog hadn’t gotten far, as the scent seemed to be growing stronger by the second. Raggedear stuck his tongue out in a show of distaste for the smell, but said nothing as they pushed forward. Soon after, a furry figure came into sight. ”There!” He hissed quietly, using a large black paw to point at the dog. But clearly Mudhound had spotted it as well. Almost immediately the hornet went into a dog-like state, wagging his tail and approaching the sheepdog. ’Tail wagging?! I didn’t even know we could do that!’ He thought to himself. The warrior couldn’t stop his jaw from gaping open in a mix of both horror and…awe?
Raggedear stared blankly at Mudhound as he…barked (?) at the dog. He didn’t even know cats were capable of making a sound so similar. And, to add even more awe to Raggedear’s sight, the dog was responding in turn. ”By StarClan this is crazy.” He muttered under his breath, but he was quietly very impressed. This is fantastic skill to have!
After a moment, his ears flicked up as Mudhound turned back to him explaining the plan. ”Should we warn WindClan? We are bringing a dog towards their territory, after all.” The tom frowned. He was all for getting this dog away from them, and even though it clearly wasn’t a threat, it wouldn’t look good if they just sent him on his way straight into an unsuspecting Clan’s territory. ”We just need to make sure it sticks closely to the border-line and doesn’t stray.”
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