Sky Glade

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Dapplebreeze |
75 Moons - WindClan Fury Lieutenant
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Killer Aptitude [Tier 3] - Inactive

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Concern fluttered through Dapplebreeze as she gazed up, dark blue eyes finding the younger rabbits still grazing. Blissfully unaware of the doe's fate. She had worried the scuffle would have piqued their interest, but their lack of experience was clear. Silently, she sent a prayer to StarClan. They would be able to bring all three. This was even more evident by the signal Batglare had just sent her, his position perfect for a teamed up hunt. As long as she could spook the two of them towards the burrow, the tom was certain to be able to pick off at least one, and with her speed, she was sure to pick off its companion.

As close as she was, she was certain they would hear her coming forward. Which meant only one thing. The best course of action would be to steer them towards the closest burrow before they could realize there was another cat waiting for them both there. Tail lashing out behind her, methodically stirring the grass as to guide their attention to her, the fury allowed a low, hungry growl to rumble in her throat. This accomplishing the desired effect, the two inexperienced rabbits stared in her direction, ears to her as their noses raised and lowered in rapid motions, testing the air.

Before the pair could fully register what was happening, Dapplebreeze burst out, claws unsheathed as she aimed for the closest rabbit. Their reaction time was even slower than she had predicted, for the first failed to even begin running despite its companion turning around to flee, heading straight for the burrow's entrance where Batglare awaited. There was no time to feel the satisfaction of their predictable movements making all the pieces fall together, however, as her teeth sank into the neck of the closest rabbit, another meal to add to the clan's stores. Dropping her fresh kill to the ground, she turned to the burrow, hoping her actions had been obvious enough despite their previous lack of communication for the commander to snatch the last rabbit for WindClan's sustenance.

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@Moonraven [Batglare]
| I feel this post was a bit clumsy - a lot clumsy - but I am having a hard time making it cohesive, so ooc explanation is she positioned herself to make the two rabbits flee to the burrow and caught one with the other one headed towards Batglare. |

[Moonraven]

Batglare leaned down lower, ignoring the mild ache in his strained shoulder, and observed as Dapplebreeze drew the rabbits attention to herself. It would never cease to amaze him how foolish some prey creatures were. He supposed he could blame the younger ones on stupidity and inexperience, but he would have already been gone if he had heard that noise.

His eyes locked onto the fleeing rabbit after Dapplebreeze pounced. He didn't see if she had been successful, the tom was too busy tracking the other one as it darted straight for him. He pounced, a smidge too early, and ended up missing his mark by a hair, landing in front of the rabbit instead of on top of it. The younger rabbit, in a haze of panic, tried to veer around him. He was barely able to turn and snag it by its scruff with his fangs, planting a huge forepaw on its rump to keep it still enough for him to sink his teeth into its neck.

His hold was clumsy, though, and the rabbit was freaking out. The little thing's dropkick was unexpected. He ended up loosening his bite, and the rabbit dropped to the ground and down into the burrow in the next blink. He spat out the leftover fur stuck between his teeth and released a low hiss of frustration. He didn't lose prey often and did take it as a personal slight against him when he did. The grumpy tom pinned his ears back and glared at the burrow like it owed him something. After a few seconds, and no reappearing rabbit, he knew it wasn't coming back, he silently stomped his moody butt over to Dapplebreeze.

He peers at her dead rabbit with such disdain that it is a surprise it didn't burst into flames. He was not pouting; he was too old for such a thing, but it was something close. His frown was certainly more exaggerated than before. "Mine got away." He grumbles with a twitching tail tip. He tears his heated glare away and looks over yonder. "Unless you want to see if we try and hunt more, I can fetch my other catches, and we can head back." His fierce glare softens a tad as he looks at his lieutenant.

@Alchemist Kitsune [Dapplebreeze - Your post was clear enough to me, but thanks for the explanation. Batglare sucked this round and failed and so will now have a personal vendetta against all baby rabbits after this.]

[FrumpyFoxtail]

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| RatJump |
| 28 moons | thin, black furred oriental shorthair with sage green eyes and large, rat like ears. |
"let me guess...someone stole your sweetroll?"


RatJump slinks through the almost never ending heather of Sky Glade, sage eyes scanning the Lone Pine that sat alone in the center of this part of the territory. It wasn't far from where he and his apprentice Kestrelpaw were walking and his eyes flickered to each branch, watching for birds of prey.
Kestrelpaw might've been feisty as she was but she'd stand no chance if a hawk or vulture decided to swoop down and take her away. Though a hawk was what he was really worried about considering vultures eat dead prey that is left from animals. The oriental himself was no match to a full grown hawk either, but he was bigger than his apprentice, and he had better chances at the rare chance of taking the creature down.

Seeing no feathered friend in the tree, he flicked his tail, gesturing for KestrelPaw to follow him, and went off towards the Lone Pine.

"RatJump, i smell prey." The mackerel tabby meows from behind him, her auburn fur differentiating dramatically against the heather they were walking through. He blinks, glancing at her over his shoulder, he ate not long after he got out of his nest this morning but he wasn't so sure about her. She wasn't a stranger to forgetting to eat.
"Have you eaten today? We're on a territory tour so i didn't plan on hunting, but if you're hungry than we could catch something small." He stops walking, his tail swishing behind him slowly.

| Kestrelpaw training - territory tour - Sky Glade |

[FrumpyFoxtail]

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| KestrelPaw |
| 8 moons | mildly fluffy auburn mackerel tabby, bright green eyes |
"My cousin is off fighting dragons, and what do I get? Guard duty."
11/100

KestrelPaw stops as well, bright green eyes glancing around. She had eaten a mouse this morning but that was hardly enough, but she also knew if she told RatJump that than he wouldn't let her catch anything. That wasn't the entire reason either though. This was her first time taken out of camp, and this tour was way to late. He should've been taking KestrelPaw out of the camp for a territory tour when she had first become an apprentice. Maybe she could catch something, and impress her mentor..Yeah, than maybe he'd be a better mentor.
Yep Kestrelpaw is sooo smart.

"No, i haven't eaten since yesterday evening" She says, choosing her words thoughtfully and making her voice sound sincere. She watches as the oriental shorthairs eyes close halfway and study her. It only lasts a minute though before her mentor turns and walks forward, sniffing the ground.
"Alright, but not much, prey for Windclan is already scarce as it is" RatJump says, flicking his eyes toward KestrelPaw.

Kestrelpaw perks up, the tips of her ears twitching as she immediately starts to search for prey. She slinks past RatJump, her jaws parting slightly.

She does not get to hunt any prey.

The tabby hits the dirt with a thud, her tail fluffing up enormously as she struggles to stand back up.

| Kestrelpaw training - territory tour - Sky Glade |

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Dapplebreeze |
75 Moons - WindClan Fury Lieutenant
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Killer Aptitude [Tier 3] - Inactive

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Having raised her gaze only just in time to see the critter's tail disappearing into the burrow and Batglare's fuzz filled maw, the fury opted to politely look away. She had never seen the tom fail a catch before, but even the best of hunters failed to catch prey at times. If they didn't, well... the clans would have wiped all the prey from their lands generations ago. Yet she empathized. She knew she took failed hunts as slights against herself, and worked doubly so after the fact in an attempt to avenge herself. Nothing was more satisfactory than bringing home a full batch of whatever had managed to run away from her during her next hunt. The queen was also aware, of course, that she would hate to be stared at during such a blunder, and so, she kept her gaze on her own prey, awaiting for the commander to approach on his own terms.

It wasn't until he spoke that she deigned to look his way, dark blues offering her silent condolences as he announced the rabbit's escape. Despite the severity of the situation - the clan had to eat, after all, and Crowtooth had been quite anxious - Dapplebreeze found herself eternally grateful for her seasons of well practiced, diplomatic politeness that was by now so well ingrained in her every motion. Otherwise she would have found it quite difficult to not purr like a smitten apprentice at the tom's far too endearing scowl of dejection. By this point in her life, she knew Batglare's stares to simply be stern by nature, and rarely perceived anything close to anger in his permanently frowning features. The one he sported now, however, was quite different, and it was all she could do to stop herself from twitching her whiskers in mild amusement and affection. It was just so rare to see him so emotive, after all.

Padding towards him as he turned his gaze pointedly away, the patched she-cat raised her nose to try and press it gently against the tom's jaw. Her aim was his cheek, but he was rather large compared to her much smaller, daintier frame. She would not give him words of solidarity. The tom was a grown warrior and she hardly doubted he wanted to hear how others failed as well. It would certainly do nothing for her own spirits, if anything convincing her further that she had to work doubly so to make up for their failures as well. Instead, she offered the promise of vengeance, the implied invitation to another hunt soon laced there.

"We shall get it and more when next we hunt, my darling. But for now, I think it wise to retire. We have been hunting here for some time, and I grow apprehensive the longer we stay here. My two rabbits and your catches should please our deputy, especially if the other patrols that remained were as fortuitous as we," she mewed, allowing some concern to flicker across her face as she gazed across the glade, tail swaying nervously at the less than amicable feeling of constantly being watched like prey within the confines of their own home.

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@Moonraven [Batglare]

[seeingstars]

Daywhisper ♥ She / Her ♥ Windclan warrior
{ Purrks: }
♥ Mind Reader - Active
♥ Dreamwalker - Inactive
♥ The Collector - Active

Day gave Redmask a gentle smile "No worries! Better late than never!" She said with a laugh and a nod. After that Daywhisper padded out of camp, making sure her patrolmates were still following before fully exiting the camp. Once outside the warrior took a deep breath, she felt most like herself when she was out of camp at least doing SOMETHING.

The mostly white Windclan warrior hummed softly as they padded along, adding in small bits to casual conversation when she could. Once they neared the sky glade she quieted and slowed.

"You heard Crowtooth- Stay close and keep an eye out for traps-" She said, more so as an out loud thought than anything else. Her gaze scanned the territory before them, wondering how hidden some of these traps really were.

A sound yanked her from her thoughts, eh? It was nearby- not visible but nearby for sure. It sounded like a small group of... turkeys? Had Day ever seen a turkey before? Dafodildawn had told her many a story about them, but she'd never seen or heard them personally. She'd only known the sound from what her mother had described to her. If they had to stick together anyways... perhaps they had an opportunity here.

Daywhisper turned her attention back to her patrolmates "did you guys hear that?" She asked in a hushed tone, looking from Littlepaw to Redmask.

{ I thought the turkey prompt was cool sounding, if you guys aren't up to it though your characters can just tell Day maybe it'd be best to go after something else or whatever you wanna do LOL }

{ @SuspiciousMindz ♥ @Spider }

[Spider]

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[ Redmask | 46 | Warrior | wc Tom ]
"Woudnt you like a taste of the power?"


Redmask followed behind the group being wary of the traps, he had seen what happened to coldpaw, and quite frankly he did not want that to happen again. As redmask followed behind Daywhisper he heard a sound and moved a tad faster with a smile of n his face. Redmask knew this sound, Turkeys! That's turkeys my friend! I remember hunting one in my apprentice days with my mother, and my mentor. he said moving to get a look at the fat birds swaying his tail slightly I say we hunt em, but we gotta be careful especially cause of the big ones with the tail fan, The boys are aggressive when they ain't got ladies around. he noted chuckling to himself remembering his brother trying to go after one and getting chased around the territory.

Redmask thought for a second Lucky for us we only got one tom turkey with two ladies he said with a smirk Okay heres the plan, we are all gonna go after the tom the females will run, iv seen it before. he said Got to be careful and watch out for the beak and feet, but if all three of us go after him IT should all be good he said with a pause before thinking sorry sorry, I didnt say the plan, Okay so we are gonna mob the tom, no stealth once we get it down go for its twig neck. Ya might get hurt slightly but nothing too bad. he said well? We hunting a turkey or not? he asked his group.

[ @SuspiciousMindz @seeingstars