Duskpaw followed Sunsetgleam when they decided to go ahead and leave, and also listened when they stopped and instructions were given.
Once Sunsetgleam had finished, Featherpaw had said something that made it sound like she hadn't been moving. "We're splitting up a little to get the cobwebs." Duskpaw stated quietly, reaching to gently poke Featherpaw to make sure she's, like, fully conscious.
After another moment, Duskpaw moved to search for cobwebs.
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Wow. She couldn't find crap.
She glanced to see what the other two had found so far.
She doesn't like not being able to find anything.
With both apprentices now up and out of their nests, the leader grinned and turned to lead the way out of camp. "We'll be workin' on huntin' first. Land huntin', since we're gettin' into leaf-bare 'n can't rely on the rivers incase they freeze over." While leaf-bare was her favorite time of year - she would never admit it, but watching the first snow fall made her feel like a little kit all over again - it wasn't the greatest for fishing, which was RiverClan's main source of prey.
"Either of you know the basic crouch yet? Or what to focus on when stalkin' prey?" Turning around once they had reached a good spot, Stormstar glanced at both apprentices, mostly wondering if Talonpaw had picked up anything.
Talonpaw slips out of the den after Stormstar, listening as she explains they will be learning land hunting. He steadfastly ignores her mention of leaf-bare, unknowingly having quite the opposite feelings as the leader does for the season. His most prominent memories are of the snow surrounding him as he grows colder and colder before he dies—No, I cannot think about that.
He shakes himself out of his memories in time to hear Stormstar's question, fluffing up his pelt against the chill permeating the air. Talonpaw hopes he's not about to make a fool out of himself with his answer considering he taught himself when he was missing.
"Not the basic crouch, but the most important thing I learned was to stay down-wind of the prey. Otherwise it'll know you're coming long before you get close."
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Featherpaw seems..to have zoned out a bit. But Duskpaw was able to explain it in a quick manner so they didn't worry about it too much "right, just make sure to stay in hearing range" they repeated for Featherpaw before splitting up from the two, grabbing a stick for it. Berryshine's tip was actually pretty nice. It was concerning how Featherpaw just zoned out like that, but then again, they were no different sometimes..
[Rolled 8 - Success!]
Surprisingly, finding their first cobweb didn't take too long. And..a spider. Oh, poor thing. "sorry" they tried to push it away, trying to not do too much harm to it. But if it dies in Leafbare then that won't change much. What's better and what's worse? Being crushed to death or freeze to death? Both seem painful. They wondered what it was like to be a spider. Such a small little critter. Tiny and fragile, probably. They wouldn't know how those guys survive in the first place. They needed to move on though..
[Rolled 4 - Fail]
There second round was..less successful. Sunsetgleam didn’t find any webs or the spider. They can only guess some spiders already died as the sigh came out of their mouth. There's really no use for them to worry for a few spiders when they have a clan to worry about. But if Leafbare meant spiders die then they were surely lucky to be a cat instead.
[Rolled 10 and 6 - Success!]
Ah! There! Sunsetgleam padded towards the few boulders sitting near eachother, peaking through a crevice; a few webs. They weren't located too far from each others. There were..no spiders peeking back at them. Either they weren't home or..well..they were all dead. Sunsetgleam didn't know how spiders worked and how often they leave their webs. But if the spider's just taking a walk out then that's not the best feeling if the spider comes back to it's home having completely disappeared. They carefully removed the cobwebs wrapped it around the stick they carried. Okay, now they have two cobwebs! That's not bad! Although it can be better. After the second piece of cobweb, they didn't take long to keep searching. Sorry, spiders. They really need to stop feeling bad for every cobweb they take. It just feels wrong taking another living being's home..then again they did fight a bunch of dogs just to get the camp they were currently residing in..yeah, they don't really have much to say for themself. As long as they do something for a reason they supposed it's not fully wrong to do..?
[Rolled 4 - Fail]
Afterwards, they weren't able to find anything else. Seems like they did die after all. They have 3 cobwebs. Would that be enough? It didn't feel like a lot. That can only contribute a little bit but they supposed they haven't asked the rest of the patrol. So they went back to were they promised the patrol would meet up again. No one was here there..okay then.. guess if the patrol found too little they can always go back again after the report
Snapjaw • She / Her • Riverclan warrior • 27+ moons
The large Riverclan warrior's gaze fell to her clanmate's now missing toes, worry flashed in her eyes for a moment as she stepped toward him, trying to get a better look "mm- Take your prey back to camp then get... that... checked out, I'll wait here a bit longer for Troutstream, though if he's not back soon I'll be heading back without him" she said straightening up, dismissing Basilnose with a nod
Snapjaw's gaze once more returned to the direction Trout had padded off, where the hell was he? Her tail lashed behind her as she began to pace, a scowl plastered on her face. She watched as the sun began to sink below the horizon, deciding to not wait any more, she picked up her pieces of prey before heading back towards the camp.
the young tom was far away from his clanmates then expected, his gaze was fixed on the waters. His eyes moving back and forth looking for prey, his eyes suddenly caught a fish that lingered right in front of him. Raising his paw, Troutstream was getting ready to attack the fish.
in the shadow's behind him a cat lingered, watching him with his dark eyes. Ratheart had been watching him for sometime, he chose this cat....because he made a mistake of moving farther away from his clanmates. He wanted the clan to pay for what they did, not just Thunderclan for exiling him but for all the clans. Ratheart made sure the tom was attention was fixed on the waters before he sprang forward. Pinning the tom down in a split second.
Troutstream let out a howl of pain as something pinned him down and dug his claws into his body. Troutstream hissed as he struggled to move, what he did do was manage to flip himself over and come face to face with the thing...a cat...who was attack him. Troutstream looked into the eyes of this cat for a split second and then suddenly the world went dark.
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Troutstream was lying in a pool of blood that was coming from his throat, one of his eyes was missing and his other severely damaged, one of his ears were also gone. There were more open wounds on Troustream's body.
Ratheart stood over the tom's body staring at the damages he done to this cat. His gaze was blazing with furry. "Riverclan fish dug."He hissed. Ratheart's ears flickered as he heard something in the distance or coming close to them. He took one last look at Troustream before disappearing into the forest.
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What’s the best thing to try and recover from injuries, soreness, and exhaustion? A walk! Clearly the best cure to his issues, so the Lionheart set off in hopes to collect some prey or such to be useful. He hadn’t expected his leisurely stroll to take the unexpected, gruesome twist that it did. Luckily not too far from camp he saw a…figure lying on the ground. And scarlet slowly seeped around it. He froze…then slow…then quick footsteps. A RiverClan warrior…the hell happened here? He scented the air to detect any potential threats. An outsider…one that just left. And hopefully not one related to Lavender. Fury blazed hoping him and he knew he had to act quick…what in StarClan name could he do though?…The cat was losing mad blood and an eye…oh that was a gross sight. Either way, if beep carried him he risked the young tom losing too much blood, but he couldn’t just leave him. He went up, placing his paws over the cats throat area quickly, trying to stop the bleeding…he had no clue in hell how too though…so much blood…so quick. What had he seen a medicine cat use?…Maybe moss? He did not know herbs, and right now he hated himself for that. If he just paid more attention to clan wide herb lessons…something. He spotted moss, hoping it was a decent temporary solution and he placed some on and around the cats throat quickly, applying a bit of pressure as he dabbed it. Now, as moss pressed against put he ran. Ran like he had never before, like his clan depended on it.
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