Windy Hills

[Mica]

 

Originally Posted by Rani

Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler/Fury | He/him | 50 Moons

Power Card: Cold Gust

It was like the flight of the bumblebees except it was the dance of the idiots.



Hawkfur was being hit and was (reasonably) getting mad at Crowtooth, Crowtooth had strangled himself on the beg like a toddler might, Hawkfur was running for his life with the bag still attached, Crowtooth was chasing him still trying to 'kill' the bag, and windclans finest were being soundly defeated by a inanimate object.
In the end the gorse bush saved them and 'won' the day.


Crowtooth collapsed into a sit, panting and wheezing as they glared at the thing stuck in the bush, growling low in his throat. "It better be dead or Imma make it more dead.... Somehow." Despite the fact that nothing the tom had done so far had any effect on the bag he would somehow find a way to kill it if it moved again.


"Yeah Im wit' ya there. That aint no rabbit nor anythin' I recognize, Ill repeat myself. What the hell is that?!"
It was just so.... weird! It was laying there, floppy and hadnt reacted to any of their attacks but had undeniably attached itself to Hawkfur! No normal thing could do that!!



Curious now that it was limp and dead Crowtooth hauled himself to his paws, breath smoothing, and hesitantly inched forward twitching at everything even as the bag laid still. He just needed to learn more about it without getting attacked like it did to Hawkfur, and a cautious black paw reached out to touch it.



Didnt go well though, as a errant breeze caused the bag to shift still stuck on its thorn and rustle a bit. Crowtooth proceeded to yowl at that, jumped a foot in the air, tail went bushy, and bolted, yelping "Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! I aint dealin' wit' this, Im takin' my rabbits an' LEAVIN'! NOPE!" Hawkfur could stay and deal with the demon thing but Crowtooth was NOT and the tunneler was GONE.


Grabbing his two rabbits the tom beat it to a safe difference to wait for Hawkfur, stopping to snag two random lizards sunning themselves on a rock deciding he'd report the white demon to Twilightstar and let her plan a response because it'd attacked him and Crowtooth was done.


@Mica

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 52 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1, Radiohead [INACTIVE]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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"Wait--NO DON'T LEAVE ME WITH IT!!" Hawkfur squawked as Crowtooth streaked away, the other Fury scrambling after him. That bloody coward!! Hawkfur was going to kill him, he really was gonna!!

And thus, two of WindClan's finest ran away from the biggest predator in the forest... a plastic bag.

[gs29513]

Deadmoon was Wandering again. The wind in her fur made her feel more aware, more alive. Less catatonic. It did little for the ache in her heart and the anger in her mind, but if nothing else she was getting some exercise as she strode over the hills. (Open?)

[Tallstar]

Vinepaw
8 Moons
He/Him

Vinepaw prowled through the Windy Hillswith Stonetail, his senses attuned to the subtle rustlings of prey. The grass swayed gently in the breeze, and he was focused on tracking a faint scent when an unexpected burst of light shattered the calm evening.

He froze, eyes wide as brilliant fireworks exploded across the sky. The sudden flashes of red, blue, and green lit up the horizon with bright, crackling bursts. The noise was loud and jarring, and Vinepaw’s fur bristled in alarm. His heart raced as he crouched low, instinctively trying to hide from the startling display.

The colors seemed to dance and pulse in the sky, each explosion accompanied by a thunderous crack that made Vinepaw flinch. He couldn’t focus on the hunting anymore, his attention consumed by the unexpected and frightening spectacle above him. The fireworks’ booming sounds echoed across the hills, and Vinepaw’s nerves were on edge.

He backed away slowly, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. The combination of the blinding lights and the deafening noise made him feel disoriented and vulnerable. Each new burst of color sent a shiver down his spine.

Once the fireworks began to subside and the sky slowly returned to its usual twilight, Vinepaw took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He glanced around, his ears still twitching at the faint remnants of sound. With a cautious, wary glance at the now-darkened sky, he turned back to his hunting with a renewed sense of vigilance, hoping that the night would be less startling from now on.