Sky Glade

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 54 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Crowtooth - @Rani ] [Birchpaw - @Aroogi ] [Dapplebreeze - @Alchemist Kitsune ] [ Owlscreech - @Splitmoon ] [Vinepaw - @Tallstar ] [Nightfall - @Wingnettle ]
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Hawkfur followed close behind Crowtooth, careful not to lose too much water from the soaked moss in his mouth. As they arrived at the Sky Glade, Hawkfur could see Dapplebreeze and Vinepaw already hard at work. Good, they had found Owlscreech. He couldn't see the molly, but hopefully she was keeping back so she wouldn't be hurt. The fire had taken a good portion of the gorse at this point, but Dapplebreeze and Vinepaw had done a good job of containing it.

Another cat was standing nearby, and Hawkfur frowned over his bundle of moss. Wasn't Nightfall supposed to be in the patrol Hawkfur was in? Crowtooth confirmed this when he snarled about Birchpaw replacing Nightfall, which caused Hawkfur to scowl. Whatever--it wasn't his problem. Leaving that situation to whoever wanted to handle it, Hawkfur began tossing his moss into the flames. Water flung in whips as the moss spun, dampening the grasses and hissing as smoulders were put out. The moss didn't last--soon Hawkfur had used everything he had. The heat from the blaze singed his face, and he backed up a few pawsteps. He kept an eye on the others--he would gauge whether he needed to jump in there himself on whether or not they could smother the flames before they too ran out of moss.

Hawkfur wasn't going to stand idle, though. He ran for the trenches Dapplebreeze and Vinepaw had dug, grabbing dirt and chucking it onto the burning embers.

[Splitmoon]

Originally Posted by Mica

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 54 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Crowtooth - @Rani ] [Birchpaw - @Aroogi ] [Dapplebreeze - @Alchemist Kitsune ] [ Owlscreech - @Splitmoon ] [Vinepaw - @Tallstar ] [Nightfall - @Wingnettle ]
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Hawkfur followed close behind Crowtooth, careful not to lose too much water from the soaked moss in his mouth. As they arrived at the Sky Glade, Hawkfur could see Dapplebreeze and Vinepaw already hard at work. Good, they had found Owlscreech. He couldn't see the molly, but hopefully she was keeping back so she wouldn't be hurt. The fire had taken a good portion of the gorse at this point, but Dapplebreeze and Vinepaw had done a good job of containing it.

Another cat was standing nearby, and Hawkfur frowned over his bundle of moss. Wasn't Nightfall supposed to be in the patrol Hawkfur was in? Crowtooth confirmed this when he snarled about Birchpaw replacing Nightfall, which caused Hawkfur to scowl. Whatever--it wasn't his problem. Leaving that situation to whoever wanted to handle it, Hawkfur began tossing his moss into the flames. Water flung in whips as the moss spun, dampening the grasses and hissing as smoulders were put out. The moss didn't last--soon Hawkfur had used everything he had. The heat from the blaze singed his face, and he backed up a few pawsteps. He kept an eye on the others--he would gauge whether he needed to jump in there himself on whether or not they could smother the flames before they too ran out of moss.

Hawkfur wasn't going to stand idle, though. He ran for the trenches Dapplebreeze and Vinepaw had dug, grabbing dirt and chucking it onto the burning embers.

Owlscreech moved close into line with her fellow warriors when they arrived. Her big owl eyes looked at each and everyone of them. Noticing they were probably stressed after everything they have been through. Her brown eyes turned away from her clanmates and on to the surroundings around them.

[Aroogi]

HE/HIM • APPRENTICE • 9M • WINDCLAN
"A fluffy white & brown ticked tabby tom."
PURRKS: N/A
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Birchpaw didn't waste another second, jumping into the trench with Hawkfur and scooping up dirt and tossing it onto the flames - seeing it lick the air angrily, hissing and popping as it was snuffed out by the earthly pile.

His fluffy fur was slick to his body with water and yet he could still feel the fire's slashing heat - feel it reaching for him as if he was merely a snack to fuel its rampage. But he pushed the fear down and gritted his teeth, continuing to scoop pawfuls of dirt onto the raging inferno.

[ @Rani @Mica ]