☆.｡. o Sleekpaw [x/100]
❧ Shadowclan Apprentice | He/They
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he had followed the enforcer happily. more hunting! yes yes yes! he nodded and padded off, scenting the air for anything.
[Sleekpaw rolled an 8, 19, 18, 8, and 10! 3 successes, two fails]
a chipmunk caught his nose, the smell drifted on the air, and he crept towards it, and before he could leap, a shadow fell over it, a crow flying overhead, and that was enough to scare it off.
aw man
he turned to go find something else, and he crept up on a shrew! strange little thing it was with its long snout. he leapt and caught it quite swiftly. shoving it in some tree roots to protect it.
he stalked away to go find another piece of prey, and he came across a mouse! like a shrew but with a small face. he pounced and grabbed it in his maw. killing it in one swift bite, placing it with the shrew.
then he crept up on a snake, nope! he wasnt even going to try with that one!
he turned and padded away slowly, trying not to bother the reptile. he shivered as he walked. he tilted his head as he saw a small little bump running underneath a pile of leaves. he pounced on it, stopping its movement before peeling away the leaves. a strange mouse-like creature was unearthed.
he grabbed it, bit its neck and went to grab the other two pieces of prey he had caught and returned to owlthroat.
"'m b-ak! i caaaaaht a loawt" he spoke through a prey-filled mouth.
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They walked a bit then Ferntail caught the scent of two prey:a bird and a squirrel. "I smell bird over that way. Do you want to go hunt it while i try the squirrel ?" she asked. "Catch anything else you can find."Let's see how good a hunter he is she thought.
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Cheetahsprint smirked and dropped into a hunters crouch checking the wind before inching forward, once he was close enough he pounced on it killing it with a swift bite to the neck, he quickly buried it and followed the scent to a rabbit nibbling on a piece of grass, he inched forward and pounced on it but it got out from under his paws and ran he quickly got up and chased it pouncing on it and finally ending its life
Ferntail returned to the spot where sh had found the secnts after a bit. She had a squirrel hanging from her jaw. "So you caught it" the she cat replied her new muffled by the squirrel.
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Hunt. Eyes moon-wide, he nods hard enough for his batty old ears to flap. Oh yeah, Mosquitopaw's here too (confirmed)! Look at the big, gangly loser go.
He's nervous, got a thousand questions (the usual numbet, for him), but he dutifully holds them under his tongue for now. At this point he'll have had some good practice, at least—nyme is shrugging vaguely and not worrying too much about roleplays happening in conjunction with one another and what they might mean for a character's personal growth timeline; this means Mosquitopaw is definitely learned and practiced enough to have a shot at not embarrassing himself but still useless enough that Something Really Funny (:< might happen—and that keeps him from melting into a total puddle from the stress. He would like to not melt at all. It would be really uncool, and he's recently become worried about his objective coolness.
Cool guys can hunt good. Known fact. Mosquitopaw swallows hard and gets himself to his broad black paws, narrow face set in a concentrated frown.
"Mudslide's got it." He murmurs as politely as he can toward Magpiecove. Not that he wants to bicker with a warrior, but he feels the need to speak up on his mentor's behalf. Magpiecove seems very fascinating, like the sort of cat he'd have a thousand and one questions for, but he doesn't...like...her behavior, just now. But maybe it's not his place to have an opinion like that, so after an awkward cringe he just buckles fown and turns his thoughts solely to the task presented to him and Fishpaw.
Hunt.
Right.
Fishpaw's already gone. He's got questions for her, too, but those will obviously have to wait. He wishes her some silent luck before slinking off, himself. Stealth comes easily, at least; he appreciated that lesson. Scenting prey occurs half as smoothly, moreso once he's gotten some space for himself.
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The frog is a drowsy thing, one of the earlier signs of thawing mud and new leaves. Maybe that's why it's an easy catch for him. His approach is as clunky and ponderous as he is, but it's easy to kill the thing once he's right up on it. He knows where to target. The rest is a matter of muddy paws and immense luck.
Wispypaw I make bad decisions, bad decisions + she/her[they/them to those she has told] + Heightened Perception [hearing, active] + Shadow fiend + Kitty softpaw t2 + Blind
Wispypaw followed after the scents of the warrior and other apprentices stuck on this… re-sent out patrol. They weren’t even sure what to call it since they were just catching more prey for their failure, couldn’t really count it as a punishment in their eyes. They were already mad that they hadn’t even had the chance to get more prey on the original patrol. They hadn’t even gathered at the meeting spot, just had buried theirs first caught prey to go catch more. They had only came back with one because they hadn’t heard the others leave nor did they feel anyone else’s presence. There would be no way in hell they’d get left behind like a insect not worth someone’s time. So they had ended up with only one prey in their rush to keep up and not get left behind.
[rolled a 12]
Ears folded back in clear annoyance they sniffed and listened around them for any signs of life other than their own. A moment was all they took and they zeroed their blind gaze ahead toward the sound of rustling in the grass. Crouched down in what they hopped was a hunters crouch. The broody feline inches closer and closer until they were close enough and leaped. Black needle like claws extended down into the flesh of feathers followed after teeth sinking into the head of some sort of bird. They didn’t care what kind it was all that mattered was that it was coming with them now. Spitting out a few stray feathers they stashed the bird away to get later, time for more prey.
[rolled a 15]
More crouching and sneaking through the shadows they kept their eyes and nose peeled for more victims. Not only did they hear scuffling but the chittering sound of two menaces having a beefing session with each other. Neither of the squirrels took notice of their predator lurking close so that was a bonus for them. Wispypaw slink closer staying in the dark before they were basically ontop of the quarreling squirrels. It took them a hot second to squash the two squirrels together like they were friends and proceeded to bite both heads with their pent up anger from earlier.
With a huff they retraced their steps and snagged their bird from earlier before going back to the meeting spot. Their they’d wait for the others to come back or move what ever came first.
Hunt. Eyes moon-wide, he nods hard enough for his batty old ears to flap. Oh yeah, Mosquitopaw's here too (confirmed)! Look at the big, gangly loser go.
He's nervous, got a thousand questions (the usual numbet, for him), but he dutifully holds them under his tongue for now. At this point he'll have had some good practice, at least—nyme is shrugging vaguely and not worrying too much about roleplays happening in conjunction with one another and what they might mean for a character's personal growth timeline; this means Mosquitopaw is definitely learned and practiced enough to have a shot at not embarrassing himself but still useless enough that Something Really Funny (:< might happen—and that keeps him from melting into a total puddle from the stress. He would like to not melt at all. It would be really uncool, and he's recently become worried about his objective coolness.
Cool guys can hunt good. Known fact. Mosquitopaw swallows hard and gets himself to his broad black paws, narrow face set in a concentrated frown.
"Mudslide's got it." He murmurs as politely as he can toward Magpiecove. Not that he wants to bicker with a warrior, but he feels the need to speak up on his mentor's behalf. Magpiecove seems very fascinating, like the sort of cat he'd have a thousand and one questions for, but he doesn't...like...her behavior, just now. But maybe it's not his place to have an opinion like that, so after an awkward cringe he just buckles fown and turns his thoughts solely to the task presented to him and Fishpaw.
Hunt.
Right.
Fishpaw's already gone. He's got questions for her, too, but those will obviously have to wait. He wishes her some silent luck before slinking off, himself. Stealth comes easily, at least; he appreciated that lesson. Scenting prey occurs half as smoothly, moreso once he's gotten some space for himself.
[ 13 ]
The frog is a drowsy thing, one of the earlier signs of thawing mud and new leaves. Maybe that's why it's an easy catch for him. His approach is as clunky and ponderous as he is, but it's easy to kill the thing once he's right up on it. He knows where to target. The rest is a matter of muddy paws and immense luck.
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Okay so magpiecove seemed like a bit of a- Uhh what's the word? Prickly?? Yeah that works, yeah magpie seemed to have a small dislike of mudslide, or was it jealousy? Hard telling fishpaw didnt care she was more focused on hunting over any other cat around her, that being Magpie, mudslide, or even mosquitopaw only hunting.
Once fishpaw got out into the territory and mudslide told her to hunt and fishpaw was off disappearing into the bush looking to hunt. Swiftly fishpaw scanned the area with her deep green eyes and sniffed the air to try and catch a hint of prey, dragging her eyes towards the scent. Fishpaw saw a squirrel and got down into a crouch slowly stalking forward. Fishpaw stayed fairly balanced and went to pounce but she came up short, landing near the squirrel spooking it up into a tree Darn.
Sticking her tongue out at the squirrel, fishpaw looked off for another place to hunt and spotted a rat target spotted getting into another crouch and stalking forward again, man this seemed a tad repetitive and boring, but hey food is food. Silently fishpaw made her way behind the rat inching closer than before making sure she stayed low and steady. Was she close enough this time? Yeah she was now remembering where to attack such as the next is where she was going to sink her teeth into to kill.
FIshpaw shifted her haunches and launched herself onto the rat, sinking her claws and teeth into its body as it let out a pitiful dying screech before going limp under her. Fishpaw picked up the rat in her maw…Wait. Her first kill! It was her first kill! Wooo!!! Hell yeah, well then time to show off her catch to mudslide. Fishpaw padded back to the enforcer and showed off her catch, she didn't need to know about her missing the squirrel yeah no…
Oh wow, so everycat was a critic, huh? Magpiecove merely slid her venom gaze to Mosquitopaw, not happy to hear of his retaliation. Bleh, honestly, what was their deal? All she wanted to do was help and offer. Ugh, what was their deal? Magpiecove ignored how that was a blow to her already bruised ego, a look of hurt shielded by a smile like sneer. Whatever, whatever! She didn't even want to help those furballs anyways, she was sure Mudslide was a saint.
The chimera shuffled a tad, watching keenly. They both seemed to catch something with minimal effort. But of course they did, they were Shadowclan cats. But, Fishpaw did miss a squirrel. Rookie mistake, I would've gutted that thing. Magpiecove thought, pushing the memory of her missing a very plump pigeon (or was it a mouse...) in the middle of winter.
Stars above, it wasn't her fault! She'd never live it down, but she wouldn't have to if she never told anycat. Or if she lied straight through her teeth.
Mudslide
She, Her\Enforcer\23 moons\Shadowclan
"There's blood in the water. The quiet are restless, the silent are still"
Mudslide watched as her apprentices spread out to different areas. They seemed to be managing well, Mosquitopaw even caught a frog. A piece of prey Mudslide didn't like very much personally, but still a nice catch.
Mudslide knew Fishpaw had caught something from the squeal of the rat she'd just killed. Marbled ears swerved towards the apprentice, her whiskers twitching as Fishpaw proudly padded up to her. Mudslide nodded and commented. "Throat." She whispered. "No sound." Any loud noises would easily chase off other prey, prey that the clan needed. Any sound of struggle or distress was enough to lead anything running for the hills. Hopefully Fishpaw would put her stealth to use.
She then waved Fishpaw off with her tail which had been raised to keep from touching the muddy ground below. She was happy to see there were getting off well however, and even more pleased that Mosquitopaw stood up for her, even if Mudslide didn't exactly need defending. It was nice, to know somecat cared. But Mudslide wasn't bold, she was in italics if anything, leaning away from the possibility of close vulnerability, yet craving it all the same. Weird, right?
No complaints - that was a good start. "I hope not," he agreed with Hazycry - that wouldn't be ideal. With a tail flick, he led the way into the territory, till they reached a shaded spot in the woods. "This seems like a good spot." The tom scented the air, happily noticing that there was plenty of prey about.
He began to stalk along, following the trail of a mouse. There it was, scuffling round a bush. He waited for it to come to a pause, then pounced. [Rolled: 12] Looked like his timing wasn't perfect, and the thing began to scurry - thankfully, he managed to grab it with a claw. A swift nip, and a breath of relaxation. Thank goodness for that. He silently thanked it for its life, and buried it.
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As soon as Willowwood and Darkpaw joined him, he trotted off out of camp and into the territory. Uprooted comfrey and marigold.. hm. The enforcer knew where to find them.
[[ + Rolled a 17! Found marigold! + ]]
With a purr as he spotted the flower, he went over and gathered several of them and placed them at his paws. He wanted to get a good amount of herbs for Sleepy to have on paw.
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