How in the world was anycat supposed to hunt in this kind of weather? It was snowing, terribly, and while Mudslide wasn't particularly cold, she wasn't warm either. Mudslide understood prey was important, but she highly doubted a large bird would swoop in to make up for the lack of prey. Haha! Ha--- no.
She lead the group of cats out with physical ease, though mentally her mind was screaming at her. She only had one apprentice in the group, and she was hoping they knew how to hunt. Her paws came to a slow stop as trees began to thicken, and with that she turned and faced said apprentice. "Nightpaw, hunting?" She said, her voice hoarse.
She then gave the other two cats a glance and a flick of her tail. Go. I know you two are perfectly capable of hunting. Something she hoped was communicated. Now, this guy better hurry with his response, she had prey to scrape.
The apprentice didnt have time to speak to her patrolmates before they headed on out. The half-blind apprentice nodded as Embercloud described the herbs needed. Cloverpaw closed her half-blind eye to ensure there was no mistake and slipped into the shadows, starting her search for herbs.
[roll: 19, 2, 8. Success! +2 chickweed]
After quite a bit of searching, the apprentice found a small cluster of what looked similar to the description of chickweed. Cloverpaw grabbed two and went off in search for more.
[roll: 19, 1, 19. Success! +3 chervil]
after a lot more searching, the scarred tabby debated giving up when he came across three fern-like leaves and a sweet scent. Chervil! Happily, the older apprentice collected the three herbs and headed back in the direction of her patrol.
Cloverpaw stood there for a moment before slipping out of the shadows, a full maw of herbs. She opened her half-blind eye and glanced at the three other cats on her patrol.
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Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Shrewstep was not enjoying the weather. With great indignance he made his way through the white, sticky snow, paws lifting higher than in any way rational in a futile effort to avoid contact. But alas, this small comfort would soon be stripped from him. In order to properly hunt, he would be forced to fully submerge his undercarriage in the offensive substance, and snake through it. Deplorable, but necessary. Mudslide seemed wholly uninterested in giving direction beyond a toss of the head which presumably meant he was to go his own way. Fine by him. If he had to hunt, he might as well do it alone and undisturbed.
His first target was a surprisingly plump mouse, nibbling away at some pretty frozen looking berries under a thorn bush. Alas, said mouse quickly proved why it was doing so well even in the leaner leafbare moons. It took barely a crackle of snow before it was gone, and even if he had gotten closer Shrewstep wasn't sure he'd have been able to reach it through the drooping, thorny stems anyway. A clever mouse indeed.
His next query, perhaps a bit less intelligent but a tad more mobile, was a nuthatch. It seemed content to hop about the trunk of a pine tree, occasionally picking at the bark. Shrewstep, determined not to let this one get away, approached from a distance in a silent crouch. Freezing rather dramatically whenever the bird so much as angled his way, he managed to make it within a.....reasonable leaping distance. The bird circled the tree once more. Shrewstep lunged forward, smashing his cheek against the pine but pinning the nuthatch to the bark with his claws. Success! Twisting enough to kill it, he returned to the ground, prey in his maw.
Hopeful that he could repeat this feat of bird munching, he set his sights on a chickadee. This one was on the ground, apparently cleaning itself with the snow in some manner. But alas, it was similar to the mouse in that such an activity had only been undertaken in the shelter of prickly brambles, and it was all too eager to fly away when Shrewstep trod on a leaf he couldn't even see because it was under the snow. UN. FAIR.
But, undeterred (ok he was a little deterred) and also in need of more prey so as not to be a total drain on the clans resources, Shrewstep kept looking. What to hunt, what to hunt. Eventually he sort of gave up on the whole stalking thing and started climbing trees at random, hoping one would have a hollow he could shove a paw into. This was an abysmal failure, but in the process he did scare up a squirrel which seemed rather surprised to see him. His small size had allowed him to go a bit higher than was usual for cats, but he was still unable to reach the height where squirrels made their nests. Perhaps this one had been on its way down to forage?
Regardless, a rather dramatic chase scene ensued as the squirrel darted down the trunk and Shrewstep, lacking the ability to go down a trunk headfirst just like every other cat, was forced to sort of jump. There was a bit of shuffling backwards, a bit of falling, and a final, semi-controlled leap which put him close enough to the fleeing rodent that he could pounce upon it at the second time of asking. A win! It wasn't terribly plump, but it was certainly a decent sized bit of prey to make up for the nuthatch's high feather content, which meant the actual edible bit of it was quite small. Regardless, Shrewstep felt successful enough that he could head back to where he had last seen Mudslide, and see what the others had managed. @Marigoldwhisper @Neptune. @Seamrog
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Cinderpaw
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12 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
Cinderpaw follows along after the patrol, silent on three paws through the freezing cold pines. There's a light dusting of snow on the ground, enough that the apprentice is concerned she may not be able to blend enough with the shadows, her pelt far too black and with far too little white. Still, that's no reason not to try, and Mudslide dismisses her with a flick of her tail, and Cinderpaw slips away to start tracking for anything.
[with disadvantage due to season: 12, 14]
It takes a while, but there's a faint scent of mouse on the moss covering the bottom of a pine... it's recent, but not that recent. Honestly, she isn't sure she'll find something easier, so she follows the trail, eventually leading to a skinny mouse sniffing around fallen pine needles. Cinderpaw doesn't waste time and pounces. It's a weak little thing and is caught easily.
[15, 5]
All other trails she finds are stale... maybe the others are having more luck... maybe on the way out she'll find something else.
Embercloud purred as Midnightpaw trotted up, nodding to them in acknowledgement. She watched as Cloverpaw set off to work, but she didn't see Mothcloud... "Cloverpaw, don't stray where I can't see you. At least until Mothcloud joins us." She instructed. Though she also offered the apprentice a smile. "That's quite an impressive haul, and very nice stealth work. Good job!" She purred. Embercloud gave her apprentice a flick on their shoulder with the tip of her tail, encouraging them to search for herbs too, before closing her eyes and setting to work.
She started by trying to see if she could sort out the sweet scent Sleepysunrise had described.
-rolled 18-
It took a little while, but she eventually did pick up a scent that was sweet. Embercloud opened her eyes and lowered her head, following the trail. Then, she spotted it, a little bush of fern-like leaves. Purring, Embercloud carefully dug around the plants. She noted odd little bulb-like things among the roots, and was careful to dig around in a way that would preserve this as well in case this was something Sleepysunrise would need. When she freed a good tuft of the herb, she carefully and gently shook out the dirt from the plant. Repeating the process until she had two good stocks.
+2 chervil
Nodding with approval, she took a moment to shake out some dirt from her paws before lifting the herbs and returning to where Cloverpaw was."Could you watch this a moment?" She asked with a polite smile. Turning to Midnightpaw. "Midnightpaw, dear, it looks like we've got a good bit of chervil. I'm going to try and fine some boneset. See if you can find some more chickweed." She didn't want to over garden the chervil, just in case.
Bonset. White flowers. She padded away a bit, careful not to go too far, to search for the stem with white flowers that Sleepysunrise had described.
-rolled 15-
After a little while of searching, she managed to find a decent-ish sized bush. Definitely don't wanna take too much from this. Carefully, Embercloud chewed off a stalk from the the little bush, picking it up as she continued her search.
-rolled 16-
Thankfully, not too far away she found another bush. Setting down the stalk she had, she carefully chewed off another stalk at the base of the stem. She flicked an ear thoughtfully, wondering if this was enough. Since Cloverpaw had found a mix of chervil and chickweed, she really wanted to ensure they had a good variety of herbs. So, both boneset stalks in tow, Embercloud set out to locate another bush.
-rolled 19!-
Score! Embercloud located a very nice bush of boneset. Setting down her current stalks, she purred as she chewed off another. Happy to see such a healthy bush of the herb.
+3 boneset
Grabbing her stalks, she returned to where she left Cloverpaw guarding their collection, and set her boneset down with her collection of chervil. Lifting her gaze to see how Midnightpaw was getting on.
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『 Midnightpaw 』
⚝ SC App ⚝ Non-Binary ⚝ 12 Moons Old
Short black fur with bright green eyes
Mentor :: Embercloud ( @Luna16 )
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Midnightpaw looked around for chickweed as instructed by Embercloud. They quickly found some, and scooped it up in their jaws, careful to not crush any of it.
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Re: ShadowClan Territory
Jaggedsky | She/her | 12 moons
Jaggedsky stepped out of the camp. The breeze gently ruffled her fur and pine needles shifted under her paws. She tilted her head back to the camp, checking to see if Blackberrybat was coming.
She bounced on the pads of her feet. She was just a but excited. Hunting was so different as a warrior instead of an apprentice. A small smile crossed her features.
I would love to roleplay one on one with someone =] Currently I have Reedpaw(river-clan), Shadepaw(thunder-clan, currently demoted =/), Larkkit(shadow-clan), Rainkit(thunder-clan), Flaxkit(river-clan, soon to be born) and Wispeye(wind-clan). Flicker is my outsider.
ⵌ ➜ GUTSGNAW ; ✮ acolyte of the abyss ⌇ ✮ it . teeth . bite . bat . haunts ₊˚✧ ﾟ.eight-teen moons ⌇
small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks across its ankles; notch in left ear. speaks in a rough & low tone of voice and smells strongly of mint & pine.
̗̀➛ The small molly almost jumps out of her fur and while it wasn't odd coming from Squirrelrise of all cats ─ it certainly made Gutsgnaw want to do so itself. Two sentences in and this was already awkward beyond belief. It couldn't do awkward. Bloody hell, it couldn't even do small talk. It was boring! "Err, yep. The one and only, " It shifted the weight from bats left leg to its right, slightly avoiding her gaze. Sometimes it was hard to look at her and not simply think of who should be with them. "Anyyyway, no worries if uh, not or anythin'," The tabby added on swiftly, clearing its throat as a nervous gesture.
Gutsgnaw blinked slowly at Squirrelrise agreeance, taking a small step back while she got up. Huh. Okay. Maybe not so bad. With a short nod, it started to trot towards the entrance of camp and head out of the territory. Thankfully, the warrior offers up a question to fill the silence. "It's.. "underwhelming, "somethin'. I mean, don't get me wrong it's a damn miracle to not be one of the oldest apprentices. Stuff was embarrassing, should've been a warrior four moons ago. Just now that it's all said 'n done .. " It shrugged one of its shoulders, letting its voice trail off briefly. It didn't have the words, really. It didn't feel - right. Like it had been waiting for a big ol' thing just for it to fizzle out at the end.
"Maybe it'll be ..different when lockdown is lifted. Though, at this point I think every few moons we're bound to wind up in one, " Gutsgnaw sighed dramatically, glancing towards Squirrelrise. Little bit rambly but she had asked! "Whaaat about you? .. You been.. " a beat, a cock of its head, "doin' okay?"
it's not my problem if you don't see what i see
and i do not give a damn if you don't believe ── my problem,it's my problem that i never am happy ! !
Cinderpaw
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103/100
12 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
Cinderpaw follows along after the patrol, silent on three paws through the freezing cold pines. There's a light dusting of snow on the ground, enough that the apprentice is concerned she may not be able to blend enough with the shadows, her pelt far too black and with far too little white. Still, that's no reason not to try, and Mudslide dismisses her with a flick of her tail, and Cinderpaw slips away to start tracking for anything.
[with disadvantage due to season: 12, 14]
It takes a while, but there's a faint scent of mouse on the moss covering the bottom of a pine... it's recent, but not that recent. Honestly, she isn't sure she'll find something easier, so she follows the trail, eventually leading to a skinny mouse sniffing around fallen pine needles. Cinderpaw doesn't waste time and pounces. It's a weak little thing and is caught easily.
[15, 5]
All other trails she finds are stale... maybe the others are having more luck... maybe on the way out she'll find something else.
Shrewstep was not enjoying the weather. With great indignance he made his way through the white, sticky snow, paws lifting higher than in any way rational in a futile effort to avoid contact. But alas, this small comfort would soon be stripped from him. In order to properly hunt, he would be forced to fully submerge his undercarriage in the offensive substance, and snake through it. Deplorable, but necessary. Mudslide seemed wholly uninterested in giving direction beyond a toss of the head which presumably meant he was to go his own way. Fine by him. If he had to hunt, he might as well do it alone and undisturbed.
His first target was a surprisingly plump mouse, nibbling away at some pretty frozen looking berries under a thorn bush. Alas, said mouse quickly proved why it was doing so well even in the leaner leafbare moons. It took barely a crackle of snow before it was gone, and even if he had gotten closer Shrewstep wasn't sure he'd have been able to reach it through the drooping, thorny stems anyway. A clever mouse indeed.
His next query, perhaps a bit less intelligent but a tad more mobile, was a nuthatch. It seemed content to hop about the trunk of a pine tree, occasionally picking at the bark. Shrewstep, determined not to let this one get away, approached from a distance in a silent crouch. Freezing rather dramatically whenever the bird so much as angled his way, he managed to make it within a.....reasonable leaping distance. The bird circled the tree once more. Shrewstep lunged forward, smashing his cheek against the pine but pinning the nuthatch to the bark with his claws. Success! Twisting enough to kill it, he returned to the ground, prey in his maw.
Hopeful that he could repeat this feat of bird munching, he set his sights on a chickadee. This one was on the ground, apparently cleaning itself with the snow in some manner. But alas, it was similar to the mouse in that such an activity had only been undertaken in the shelter of prickly brambles, and it was all too eager to fly away when Shrewstep trod on a leaf he couldn't even see because it was under the snow. UN. FAIR.
But, undeterred (ok he was a little deterred) and also in need of more prey so as not to be a total drain on the clans resources, Shrewstep kept looking. What to hunt, what to hunt. Eventually he sort of gave up on the whole stalking thing and started climbing trees at random, hoping one would have a hollow he could shove a paw into. This was an abysmal failure, but in the process he did scare up a squirrel which seemed rather surprised to see him. His small size had allowed him to go a bit higher than was usual for cats, but he was still unable to reach the height where squirrels made their nests. Perhaps this one had been on its way down to forage?
Regardless, a rather dramatic chase scene ensued as the squirrel darted down the trunk and Shrewstep, lacking the ability to go down a trunk headfirst just like every other cat, was forced to sort of jump. There was a bit of shuffling backwards, a bit of falling, and a final, semi-controlled leap which put him close enough to the fleeing rodent that he could pounce upon it at the second time of asking. A win! It wasn't terribly plump, but it was certainly a decent sized bit of prey to make up for the nuthatch's high feather content, which meant the actual edible bit of it was quite small. Regardless, Shrewstep felt successful enough that he could head back to where he had last seen Mudslide, and see what the others had managed. @Marigoldwhisper @Neptune. @Seamrog
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\20 moons\Shadowclan
"There's blood in the water. The quiet are restless, the silent are still"
Wherever Nightpaw was, it was no longer her problem.
The lengthy she-cat twitched her ear at the lack of response and decided that she'd just start hunting. There wasn't much to find, and time was growing thin. She paused for a moment, partly wishing that the apprentice would just materialize out of thin air so that she could figure out if he knew how to hunt. But alas, nothing happened.
Alright, now it was time for hunting.
She crouched low, down wind, as she perked up her ears and clung to shadow. She breathed in the harsh air like her lungs depended on it, praying that any scents wouldn't be stale.
hi hi! Just to avoid confusion about my previous rolls, I'm changing how i format my die system! I still use a 20 sided die, but what I used to do when determining whether or not a catch was caught was seeing whether or not the number rolled was above 10. If it was, it was automatically a "20" and thus the catch was successful. Now, the actual number I rolled (lets say a 17) would be used to determine whether or not the herb was damaged. But I'm changing that now, cuz it's confusing.
So now, any number above 10 is a successful catch, no need to write it was a 20 (which was stupid in the first place). Though, whether the number was even or odd would still determine the condition of the catch. Just clearing that up for those curious!
[mudslide rolled a 14! catch successful!]
She heard a squirrel. Tiny little feet shuffling in snow. The oriental shorthair quickly unsheathed her claws and scooted farther into the envelope of darkness before she sprang forward, aiming for the rodents neck. Scarlet engulfed their fur before they could scream. Mudslide took a look at the squirrel. A bit thin, admittedly... But food was food.
[+1 squirrel]
Alright, what was next?
She wiped the blood on her muzzle into the snow and batted at it, hoping to hide the splashes of red as best she could. She wasn't sure how well prey could see, but they could definitely smell, so covering it up would be beneficial.
Suddenly, she heard a short chirp cut through the air. Curved ears perked up as she looked at a starling, it's eyes wide. Hm. It was kind of silly that it gave itself away like that, but who was she to judge? Maybe they lacked brains.
[mudslide rolled a 5! fumble!!]
Instead of the familiar texture of bird feathers, she ended up biting the snow instead, a flurry of wing beats following her failed catch. The warrior swiftly spat out the mixture of snow and dirt that laced her tongue. Maybe they didn't lack as much brains as she thought... Nothing to dwell on though, she couldn't go back to camp with one stringy squirrel.
So, she shuffled around a bit more, spotted a vole, a weirdly plump one at that. The furry creature could barely move.
[mudslide rolled a 19! catch successful!]
It was a bit easy, actually. Her claws pierced into the animals skin like paper, and they were in her jaws before their beedy eyes could blink. Score.
[+1 vole]
[INVENTORY - 1 mouse, 1 vole]
(this post is getting too long man)
Re: ShadowClan Territory
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