Nosy Neighbors [p] - Page 3

***Rani*** · #21 August 9th, 2024, 10:36 PM

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

Power Card: Cold Gust

....Ok so eventually gathering the courage to poke it the water didnt like hurt or anything but it was still super weird. From what he could tell there were no fish swimming in here either so it was useless for hunting so what did riverclan even use this for?

Confusing. Retracting the paw as the tom flicked the wet off Crowtooth turned away from the pool, trusting that if Deadmoon had the bravery to test the old twoleg structure she wouldnt be stupid on it and focused on Lichenpaw. "Oooh good find kiddo! Im thinkin' the plants grow better here wit' all the wet given how much Im seein', though there are less trees. Same Twi aint keen ta snag a chunk o' land like Dawnstar an' Bumblestar are, Lightningstorm would love this." He did get why windclan hadnt taken the chance to put a claim in though. The point was to teach a lesson then be free of further trouble after, not forever torment the fish and make it harder for them to recover then it'd already be once they got back. Keeping something of theirs was just inviting eventual war when they were strong enough to fight back and reclaim it.

"Id suppose yer on track wit' the use Hawkfur... Most of the rivers freeze over right so it must be frigid, this place might be the only ta stay water an-" SPLOOSH!

Crowtooth yelped, scrambling in full cat panic and further freaking out when, placed on the bank of the springs as he was the splash pushed him towards the water, nearly pulling him in to. Luckily he didnt go in fully, given he was unable to swim, but his butt got rather dunked and combined with the splash it wasnt long before the soaked fury's fury turned on the culprit.

Not Snowybreeze, that much was clear, Deadmoon.

"DEADMOON YA RAT-FISH!!! WHAT THE HELL?! GIT OVER HERE IM GONNA DUNK YER ASS IN THERE FER THIS!!!"
The yelling wasnt properly angry, more of irritated and over dramatic (typical for Crowtooth) as the soaked and dripping tunneler charged the molly, intent on having her join her ex apprentice.

It wouldnt be hard to dodge him given how he was slow compared to most cats, but either she was going in the drink, leaving Crowtooth to stalk off mock offended, or she would be chased to the next location, leaving the rest of the patrol to follow the cursing.

Sleepy thicket

A quiet patch of trees, Sleepy Thicket is best known for the legend surrounding it.
It is believed that a headless cat spirit wanders these woods, seeking to reclaim his lost skull.
Many cats think the ghost belongs to Hawkstar, an ancient RiverClan leader slain in the first Evil Era
-- but the spirit's true identity is unknown.

Even to this day, some cats think they've seen him-- but is it true?

For those bold enough to wander these woods despite the sightings,
some prey animals can be caught here, including ground rodents and squirrels.

@Mica @Alchemist Kitsune @Kix @Neptune. @gs29513 @Idiotic.Bean101
(Feel free to react then post reaction to the new location in whatever order lol tho gs you might wanna go first)

**gs29513** · #22 August 10th, 2024, 09:20 PM

Deadmoon had succeeded, but at what cost?

First off, Snowybreeze did what few other cats could do and made her feel instantly guilty for her moment of capriciousness, his large, kind eyes instantly apologetic rather than annoyed. Rookscreech would have huffed and puffed and dragged her in too, but Snowybreeze was more set on apologizing for......what? The fact that he had stood too close to the water and she had been a jerk?

Her pelt was hot with embarrassment, and a bit of unfair irritation as well. Why hadn't Snowybreeze reacted as he should? He should have been jokingly annoyed with her and gotten some revenge, even pulled her into the pool with him. She was already wet anyway, and it would only be justice! But no, he insisted on apologizing for something that wasn't even his fault and now she felt bad! She wasn't supposed to have to feel bad! It was unfair, but she couldn't help but wish Rookscreech was here instead. There was no point in it, it did nothing to alter the situation, but the black molly was at least capable of joking around sometimes. All the time, really. More mirth and less matter, so unlike Snowy and Wolfie.

Snowy, I'm sorry, it wasn't you're fault, I AAAAAAAAUUUUGHHH!! Almost against her instincts Deadmoon had been apologizing. Being a sort of maybe mature cat despite her less than mature resentments and wishes. But she had discounted the possibility that other cats might see her little joke for what it had been, and exact revenge on behalf of her overly nice son. If there was one cat in the entirety of Windclan willing to do so, it was Crowtooth. And he had been standing right there, and been duly impacted by the wave of water. And seen. Everything.

Suffice it to say, between her distraction, general lack of speed and the now slippery wood, Deadmoon was sent flying into the water with a tremendous splash. #Deadsummer24 She battled to the surface valiantly, limbs flying everywhere, and managed to find a spot where she could stand with her head just above water. Snowybreeze was larger and hadn't had any trouble walking through it, but she struggled a bit more, muttering various obscenities under her breath all the while as she trundled towards the bank.

Whether or not Crowtooth had already fled he needed to do so in short order. Someone had finally done what she wanted and taken her joke as such, and that meant she was well within her rights to retaliate with a second one. You're the rat! she called to the offending tom, making her way around the pool and back to the path of sorts they had been following. I think I'm going to give you a hug, that'll show you! His rump was already a bit wet, that was true, but the weird warm water could just as easily make the jump to his front half if she gave it a little help.

But when she eventually reached Crowtooth's next stopping point (he might be slow but she was just as slow and didn't have a head start) she was sufficiently distracted by the generally........eerie look of the thicket to pay him any mind. It was almost misty, with not a whole lot stirring. Few birdsongs, that sort of thing. Well this place is kinda weird. she mewed to absolutely no one, scenting the air rather vigorously. It didn't smell of much unusual, but that didn't mean she liked the place. It just gave her the creeps.
@Mica @Alchemist Kitsune @Rani @Idiotic.Bean101 @Kix @Neptune.

***Mica*** · #23 August 14th, 2024, 10:00 PM

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 52 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Snowybreeze - @Alchemist Kitsune ][Crowtooth - @Rani ] [Snowbush - @Kix ] [Lichenpaw - @Neptune. ] [Scorpionsight - @Idiotic.Bean101 ] [Deadmoon - @gs29513 ]
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It was as if StarClan deemed it so. Hawkfur had been momentarily distracted by a radiant yellow butterfly off to the side, and in that time one of their patrol members had decided to dunk Snowybreeze. Water sloshed over the pools' edges, drenching every cat in the vicinity. A wall of water rose over Hawkfur, the tom only realizing something was wrong when the warmth of the water hit his fur a fraction of a second before the water itself did. Hawkfur shrieked, chaos unfolding over the group as various cats began shouting and scrambling away. The water was warm so it was less of a shock, but now the russet Fury was drenched and soaking. Hawkfur had leapt a foot into the air, landing on clawed white paws and staring in horror at the scene before him. Crowtooth was snarling at Deadmoon, though a smile was twitching at the edges of his maw.

Once everyone had moved on, the group traveled to the next part of the territory. Hawkfur had learned the legend of this place--his father had always threatened to send him to the headless spirit's realm when he was acting like a scaredy-cat. Even though Hawkfur was a grown tom now, he was still nervous to be in the place that had terrified him as a kit. Hawkfur opened his jaws to scent for anything, coming across several prey scents, some he hadn't scented in a while.

Hawkfur slipped away, following the scent trail that reminded him of a vole into some ferns. Leaping forward, Hawkfur felt the squish of a soft body beneath his paws. He slit the neck of the water vole, making a happy noise at catching something. Bravebird would appreciate the gift.

[Hawkfur gained +1 water vole!]

***Alchemist Kitsune*** · #24 Today, 09:15 PM

Oh. Oh dear. Oh good golly no. It seemed his mishap had proven to be fatal, for what had been a wonderful, cooperative, high spirited frolic through RiverClan territory had now turned into a scene of utmost chaos. Cacophony as Crowtooth and Deadmoon tore at each other with... admittedly any lack of vitriol or hatred, but still, it was madness! WindClanners shouldn't be tossing each other into these mysterious pools like this! Sure, Deadmoon had just done so... but he was sure it had been a mere accident. Or perhaps a simple, teasing nudge. It wasn't her fault he was such a clumsy tom!

Snowybreeze opened his maw, attempting to ask his former mentor if she was alright. If she needed any aid in removing herself from the pool. Evidently she didn't, as with more speed than he had ever seen the molly muster she flew after the fury, leaving him gaping at the lot, warm water still lapping at his toes. With a shudder, the tom dragged himself out of the shallow end of his current prison, shaking himself vigorously only when he was fully unsubmerged, beans firmly back on solid terrain. Looking more like an unearthed urchin than a cat as his mane stuck out in all directions, the gentle giant refrained from grooming his fur in favor of catching up to the running felines, thick limbs struggling to keep up, his lack of usual WindClan speed further accentuated by his water logged pelt making him all the heavier.

For once panting in exertion as he caught up to the group, the long furred warrior shook himself again before looking to his surroundings, blissfully unaware of the stories surrounding this place. He'd lived his entire life in WindClan, yes. But his time in the nursery had been... solitary. He still could not remember his earliest of moons, and what memories he did have consisted of being given odd glances, of kind queens protecting their kits from him. Of his only home having been the rocky, cool rock in a nursery that no longer existed, long forgotten in their former territory. And his apprenticeship had been... quiet. Distant. His eternal need to ensure Deadmoon returned safe and sound keeping him from making friends, Berryfrost the one exception to this rule.

Instead, the tom took to exploring, the heavily wooded area an oddity for the moor dwelling warrior. Sky blue eyes enchanted by the sight, the Maine Coon mix almost forgot to make sure his mother - erm... former mentor - was alright. Almost. Mismatched ears perking up, he turned to look for her familiar pale fur, sopping wet due to the toss to the pool she had just suffered because of him. Oh dear. He would have to apologize most profusely for his crimes. Perhaps he could get them both a nice hare to share when they got back home? A far cry from making them even, but surely it was a start.

Carefully, Snowybreeze approached, a purr of relief as she spoke. True, the place was most certainly eerie in its own right, but then again... most heavily wooded areas were to his opinion. Without a word, he attempted to butt his head to her cheek, grateful to see her safe. Crowtooth had seemed so very angry, after all. They seemed to have made peace with each other, at the very least. Hopefully he would be able to avoid any further catastrophes so the peace would last.