Frostkit
He/him | WC Kitten| Moons: 2 |
|| Frostkit is in his halloween costume ( so give him treats or risk a trick ) ^^ this doesn’t apply to in rp :3 ||
Oh lame. This hunt ended before anything actually interesting happened. Well, kind of, working with Jaggedkit rather than against him was nice in a way. Though Frostkit allowed Cedarkit and Ashkit to run without chase, he was still seething as he glared after Ashkit in particular. How annoying. He flicked an ear as a different commotion took his focus. Oh? What a weird looking cat? Bald. Bald paws and tail. PREY! Bite tail with no fur protection! He opened his jaw a smidge just at the thought of biting down on it! But then everything was moving so quickly and so many people were on his prey before he could even run over.
Jaggedkit was running back to the nursery now. Frostkit stared at the scene for one more moment before following his brother into the nursery with the rest of their litter. Dad was fighting the creature… Maybe dad will bring it to the nursery for Frostkit to eat! Nom nom nom. He purred at the thought, maybe it would taste better than other preys which were really icky no good.
Okay, so never leave Lightingstorm alone in charge of the camp ever again. The slender WindClan leader arrived at the threshold of the camp, ready to comment about the trench being built just outside the camp and the scent of smoke in the air, but found herself completely lost. What the hell was in her camp?!!!
Twilightstar probably knew the name, but she was pretty certain she'd never seen whatever it was Snowybreeze, Dustbunny, Dreamlight, and Owlpaw were fighting. She thought it was a rat at first from the back, but she could barely see it beneath Snowybreeze's squishing it and Owlpaw attempting to do the same.
Leopardsong, Lightningstorm, and some of the other queens were on top of herd kits to the nursery, and Leopardpaw and Maggotpaw looked to be on elder duty. She didn't see any cat from the patrols around so she assumed she made it back before them. Twilightstar's reaction was more on the lackluster side purely because the she-cat was exhausted, unknowingly escaped near death, and was so used to this insanity that not much phased her these days.
"Hey, I think it's dead," Twilightstar uttered calmly as she walked a wide circle around the three warriors, ordering them to step down wordlessly. There was a disgusting reek coming from the animal.
"Owlpaw, come here." She called to the apprentice, uncertain if Leechscar had taught her how to fight. The she-cat would usher the apprentice to get behind her as soon as heeded her order. Twilightstar's eye danced towards the nursery before returning to the threat before her. The kits were probably fine with Leopardsong. Still, she kept herself between the rest of the camp and the critter, leaving the exit wide open.
Dreamlight and Dustbunny who had been trying to gnaw off the creature's front legs, hadn't bothered to stop even after Snowybreeze tackled the thing. Twilightstar's words had the two she-cats relaxing their bite. Dreamlight tried not to gag at the putrid smell coming off the animal. Dustbunny took a few paw steps back with bristle fur remaining on guard, her eyes darted nervously between Snowybreeze and the opossum.
[As Opossums aren't all that aggressive, and I don't see one stick around to fight a bunch of ticked-off kitties let alone Snowyfreakingbreeze, I'm banking on it playing dead and running]
@Blaaze [Owlpaw] @Alchemist Kitsune [Snowybreeze/Lightningstorm mention]
ATTA- Oh, it was dead. Owlpaw stepped back from the body, seemingly reluctantly (She really really wanted to be a cool warrior!), the apprentice turned to face Twilightstar. Wait! She was back! Immediately Aubs perked up, bounding over to her leader with a newfound happiness. "Bigcat!" She chirped gleefully, "Is everythin' n' th' terr'tory okay? Have y' seen Bree- Deadmoon? Out there?" There was a pinch of hope in her tone, eyes bright. Surely Breezy was okay either way! Owlpaw was too embarrassed to ask about Stormy (Couldn't have anyone think she was crushing on him!) so she decided she would see if he was okay if he got back. Oh! What about Jumper? "N' Leechscar?"
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| Snowybreeze | 30 Moons - WindClan Warrior
Heightened Perception [Smell] - Active | Rapid Recovery - Inactive | The Collector - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
Snowybreeze had only one objective in mind when he had rushed the horrid creature that had waltzed into camp. To ram into it with such force it would hopefully be scared and leave. Or to distract it enough for the other cats to be able to finish the job. In truth, he preferred the first option. If only because he assumed that if there had been no fire, this opossum would have never dared enter their territory so wantonly to begin with.
So when the leader arrived and announced that the creature was dead? Well... that certainly gave him pause because... golly... he hadn't aimed to kill it! Just make it go away. Still... it posed a threat to the clan, so he assumed it couldn't be helped... nor could that stars forsaken smell now wafting from it. Ew. That... that couldn't be right? He'd smelled crowfood that hadn't reeked this badly before.
"Does smell like arse, dunnit? Real shame it's not safe to go out yet, otherwise I would drag this bloody thing out myself. I'll go look for some flowers and see if I can at least mask the stench," Lightningstorm muttered from besides her apprentice shortly after he spoke, a curious glint in her eyes despite how she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Snowybreeze found himself nodding enthusiastically to both hers and Rabbitpaw's remarks, his eyes watering the longer he stood besides this thing. It was honestly quite impressive. Nothing had broken through his nose after the smoke had taken over it, the scent of burning too powerful for anything else to shine though, getting muddled in the mix of ash and flame from the territory. And yet this thing had somehow managed to become an even bigger nuisance to his nose just seconds after death. Thank goodness it seemed to at least be getting up now and leaving by itself now that no one was paying it anymore attention... No. Wait... What?!
"EEEP!"
The usually silent warrior's squeal of terror evidently scaring the ragged looking creature even further, without another look back it ran away, leaving a trail of dust behind it. It would appear the flames seemed a lesser foe after the beating it just took. But... but it was dead, wasn't it?! Why was it still alive?! Did it have lives like Twilightstar did?! Goodness, his heart was going about a million fox lengths a stride. Gratefully, there was someone else trying to gain his attention and have him forget this whole ordeal...
"Kick it's ass, poppa!"
Beg pardon. Did he say gratefully? Oh dear... as much as he appreciated Cardinalkit's faith in him and his fighting prowess, perhaps not making fun of her would be predator and further antagonize it would be the best thing to do? At this point, he could really only hope that whoever gained her as their apprentice could teach her to temper that passion and energy for the good of WindClan. He was sure she would be a fantastic warrior if so. And if not... well... StarClan help him, he suppose. Potentially by having the ground swallow him whole right about now...
"Yes, Leopardpaw. You look very ferocious. Nobody's ever going to mess with you." Maggotpaw confirms. All things considered, she's very likely to be the most imposing one here in the company of two elders and a scrawny little Maggotpaw. Objectively Maggotpaw knows this and almost wants to have her switch spots with it to be the one pointed out at the catmouse, but there's this funny little squeeze in its chest that chokes the suggestion back down the moment it opens its mouth. It doesn't want Leopardpaw pointed at the catmouse. It doesn't want the catmouse to so much as look at her or anybody here. It just wishes someone would stomp the thing to death already.
So instead of any of that, Maggotpaw turns its attention to Duckthroat, who is telling Maggotpaw what that ugly thing's real name is. Possum. So that's what those are. It'd heard the word before—hadn't Windclan had a warrior with that name at some point?—but it had never had anything to pin the word to until now. "Possum," Maggotpaw repeats, glancing back over at the freaky lookin' thing. "Okay well. They are over there thrashing that possum bad. I think it's killed--oh," no, wait. The creature is doing weird things. Hadn't it just been dead...? Maggotpaw frowns. "I mean actually, it's going now. So we can stay out here. You all did a very good job. You were all very scary. Say thank you to Leopardpaw for being the scariest though." And it positively glows with pride to hear that Duckthroat, the smartest cat who ever lived by the way, liked the 'Get Big And Go Grrr' plan.
"Twilightstar is back." Maggotpaw observes, still on tiptoes, still bristling. It isn't aware of this. "A lot of other cats aren't yet. Whisperinghive isn't." The lack of Whisperinghive around here is particularly grating. He'd better not be out there getting eaten up by a fire or Maggotpaw will lose it. It wonders if it could go and ask Twilightstar to tell him to come back already. He's a bad listener though. He probably wouldn't come back. Maggotpaw huffs to itself.
Fleetpaw continued to work quietly and as quickly as possible as the fires grew closer. He lifted his head only when he heard Rabbitpaw's voice, then worked more determinedly. Clearly the others were handling something important, so it seemed it would be just him and Rabbitpaw finishing the trench. Finally, the two connected the trenches. Though Fleetpaw still wasn't sure if what they did was okay. He pushed his skinny body to stand on his hindlegs and lift his head over the edge of the trench. "U-Um...Dustbunny!" He called, trying to get her attention.
Landing back on his forepaws he caught his breath before lifting himself up a second time. "I-Is this okay? I-I've never...never made a trench before so..." His voice didn't carry as much as he hoped. He looked at Rabbitpaw with uncertainty in his eyes, silently asking him if he thought the trench was going to get the job done.
Re: Smothered in its cradle [CLANWIDE EVENT]
