ShadowClan Territory

[Seamrog]

Nightpaw

8 Moons | He/Him | No purrks

ShadowClan Apprentice

[23/100]

Nightpaw had wandered off a bit, believing he'd have a better chance of catching something if he was a bit farther away. Besides, if he caught something, it didn’t really matter how, right?

He sniffed the air. At first, nothing. And he was shaking like a leaf from the cold. It was at times like this he wished he had long fur. "Ugh, I better just get this over with quickly…" He grumbled to himself. The sooner he caught enough to bring back, the sooner he could get out of the cold. Winter was an absolutely horrible season for him, not only was it cold, but it was dark too. The days were shorter, and that meant he'd have to face his worst fear more often….

Shaking his head to get rid of the thought, Nightpaw sniffed the air again, this time paying much closer attention to his surroundings, and….yes! Something! Finally! The scent of a mouse caught his attention, but he momentarily hesitated. Wait, how do you catch a mouse again? He vaguely remembered hearing something about…vibrations was it? Well it made sense, given how tiny mice were, sure they must be able to sense a cat approaching. He slowly moved forward, putting all of his weight to his haunches so that his paws would barely impact the ground at all. Then he darted forward, and brought his claws down on the tiny creature. Yes! He did it! He killed it quickly with a bite to the neck, then scraped some dirt over it to hide it.

Okay, what now…? He sniffed the air again, but there was nothing. Nightpaw looked around, studying his surroundings so he knew where to find his mouse. He scratched an X mark over where he buried the mouse, just to make sure he could find it again. Then he went even further out. A pile of sticks caught his eye…was that something sheltering underneath? He slowly moved towards it, his gaze never leaving the sticks. Yes…it looked like…a frog was that? Oh! He’d caught one of those before! Nightpaw decided to approach it from the side, hoping the frog wouldn’t see him as easily. As he got closer, he found a small rock and picked it up in his mouth. If he could cause a distraction, he might be able to force the frog out of its hiding place. He threw the rock towards the pile of sticks, it fell through the gaps and eventually he could hear it hit the ground. At that moment, the frog leaped out of its hiding spot, and Nightpaw sprang towards it, swatting it with his paw before sinking his claws into it. Not giving it the chance to leap out of his claws, he quickly bit it in the neck. Okay, now he had two. Nightpaw repeated his process of burying his prey and marking it with an X, before halting and sniffing the air one more time.

Again, nothing. But the faint rustling sound caught his attention, and soon his gaze fell upon it. A vole! Perfect! It darted out, and Nightpaw sprang after it. He wasn’t expecting it to move so quickly, how did a little creature this size have so much energy?! He caught up with it eventually, but his initial attempt to swipe it with his claws missed, and he fell to the ground. Quickly getting back up, he chased it even further before finally pouncing, and feeling the vole in his claws. He bit down on its neck, satisfied that he’d finally got it. Okay, it was starting to get dark. Nightpaw realised with a jolt of fear that it was going to get dark very quickly, and…anything could happen in the dark! Just then, he caught the scent of his patrol again. A little bit behind, he quickly scrambled to dig up his prey that he’d buried before running back to camp.

+1 mouse, 1 vole, 1 frog

[RomanticMangoBear]

@GrimacingHeron

Mothcloud watched the younger warrior hunt. Nodding gently at there pose. Despite the prey being right at her paws, she didn't bother crouch. Simply leaping to the side she caught an unexpected vole. "First lesson. Silence and patience are your two best friends when it comes to hunting effortlessly. My pelt is ginger, ginger blens well with bark an shade as I look like oak. The white on the pelt gives away an stature of my figure. So never let an animal see my paws outlines or anything. They'll sent cat but not see one. So they'll be less cautious. " Mothcloud meowed. Continuing to snatched up a mouse

[GrimacingHeron]

Originally Posted by RomanticMangoBear

@GrimacingHeron

Mothcloud watched the younger warrior hunt. Nodding gently at there pose. Despite the prey being right at her paws, she didn't bother crouch. Simply leaping to the side she caught an unexpected vole. "First lesson. Silence and patience are your two best friends when it comes to hunting effortlessly. My pelt is ginger, ginger blens well with bark an shade as I look like oak. The white on the pelt gives away an stature of my figure. So never let an animal see my paws outlines or anything. They'll sent cat but not see one. So they'll be less cautious. " Mothcloud meowed. Continuing to snatched up a mouse

Honeybreeze
Warrior, Non-binary(she/her), 24 moons

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Honeybreeze listens attentively, inspecting Mothcloud's ginger coat and her own darker brown fur.The cat wants to stamp her paws, but settles for wiggling her haunches.

"That's so cool," The warrior breathes out, reverent. "I hope to become as good of a hunter as you, Mothcloud."

Honeybreeze stands from her crouch and pushes through the bush leaves. She can't scent anymore prey nearby, so she turns to head further out into the marsh, tail high, ears pointed.

"That's see what else we can find." The brown cat brushes her long pelt against the side of a tree, savouring the nice scratch of bark combing through the long fur.

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@RomanticMangoBear

[RomanticMangoBear]

Originally Posted by GrimacingHeron

Honeybreeze
Warrior, Non-binary(she/her), 24 moons

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Honeybreeze listens attentively, inspecting Mothcloud's ginger coat and her own darker brown fur.The cat wants to stamp her paws, but settles for wiggling her haunches.

"That's so cool," The warrior breathes out, reverent. "I hope to become as good of a hunter as you, Mothcloud."

Honeybreeze stands from her crouch and pushes through the bush leaves. She can't scent anymore prey nearby, so she turns to head further out into the marsh, tail high, ears pointed.

"That's see what else we can find." The brown cat brushes her long pelt against the side of a tree, savouring the nice scratch of bark combing through the long fur.

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@RomanticMangoBear

"You will of course" Mothcloud purred. Nodding to the younger warriors words.

[gs29513]

Now where oh where could he find burdock root. Or boneset, but he actually knew what burdock root was and whatnot, so Shrewstep decided to pursue that line of inquiry. He knew how to recognize it by its poofy flower-spikes, but those were buried under snow. Perhaps its scent could provide a clue? It wasn't terribly strong, but distinct enough. As it turned out, he didn't have to rely solely on scent. He was able to find some plants sticking out above the snow, with what looked like they had once been flower balls. Clearing some snow, he discovered that the dried up leaves were reminiscent of burdock. A bit more scratching at the frozen earth revealed to him a large root, which he set about dislodging. It was slow, rather painful-on-the-claws work, but he eventually extracted a large, frozen-looking root that smelled faintly of what he remembered burdock to smell like. Whatever, close enough. This in his maw, he retrieved a pair of nearby sticks before calling out to the apprentices. We can head back whenever your ready, I've something that might be burdock at least! @Star @Fish (+1 burdock, +2 sticks)

[Fish]

The start of his mission was super easy. Upon getting out here he found a nice sturdy stick and picked it up in his jaws proudly. Swung it around a little too while no one was looking. Though finding any of the other herbs was a more difficult task. Of course it was leaf bare after all so this was to be expected right? Honestly he had been trapped in the camp during this entire snowy curse that he only had other words to go off of here... And it seemed they did not tell lies.

After a long search around he finally found Boneset. Thank the stars. Quickly he dug up the plants and dragged it towards the others. He was cold, tired and wanted to get back to camp now. This had to be enough, he could barely carry it all.

+3 boneset +1 sturdy stick

@Star @gs29513

[Star]

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Hawkpaw
Dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with forest green eyes
She/Her | 15 Moons| + every 15th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Has a huge personality; Ambitious and slightly narcissistic
[36/100]

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How insanely fun! Another boring herb patrol. Seriously? She knew she'd complained about this numerous times before, and she wasn't afraid to complain about it again. Grumbling something under her breath, the tortoiseshell trudged after her two patrolmates. Once they were at their destination, she instantly took off, searching the snowy ground for herbs. Her rapid-fire searching eventually proved to be quite useless after she'd found a mouthful of sticks and a single burdock plant. Oh well.

Hawkpaw returned to her patrolmates with the sticks and burdock root in her jaws. She nodded, quickly and began to dramatically take huge, slow steps towards the direction of camp.

[ +4 sticks, +1 burdock ]

{ @gs29513 (Omg I just typed out your username from memory I've never been prouder of myself) - Shrewstep @Fish - Wisppaw }
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[wolfie]

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.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

── 彡 ‧₊˚ ➜ @phoenix ──

̗̀➛ Gutsgnaw meets Squirrelrise gaze, eyebrow slightly arched. It didn't even know what it meant. Not really; it was something that couldn't be described. Despite that, teeth offer no rebuttal. Perhaps she did.

The warrior snorts, "Ehh, WindClan seems .. nonchalant for the most part. I reckon RiverClan is on lockdown more often than us, though, somethin's always happening over there, " came its reply. Maybe when the gathering rolled around it would do some snoopin'. In a non-suspicious way. Somehow.

Icy irises drag away from the russet and brown molly, letting itself take in the snowy landscape. Gutsgnaw nods its head quietly for a moment, tongue clicking against the roof of bat's mouth. Yeah. That was understandable. These days it felt as if all haunts energy had been drained away. "Dunno how you do it man, one apprentice sounds dreadful enough but two? You're completely outnumbered!" A shiver rolled down its spine at the blowing wind. Look, it knew full well eventually it would have to train its own apprentice but by abyss would teeth avoid it for as long as possible.

Gutsgnaw didn't do well with cats much less kits.

Notched ear twitched at Squirrelrise's comment, haha look at 'em. Doing small talk. "I dunno, I mean - you make a good point, it's annoying to find materials. Especially sap - oh bones do I miss sap - but, " there's a pause, taking in a quiet breath of air. "The quiet is nice. Everything is all .. monotonous, " It offered up, new-leaf and green-bare was loud and bright and blooming and so much. Leaf-bare was empty, consisently cold and white. The trees were stripped bare, only little change. It was if time had been suspended briefly if you didn't squint. And somehow, that was comforting to Gutsgnaw. Of course, it would never admit that much to Squirrelrise.

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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 ! !

⸝⸝⊂➜﹒silk spinner ✮ kitty softpaws t2 ✮ bewitched ✮ the collector ⊃⸝⸝
₊⊹⁀➴ #vampyracolyte

[Smallkit]

A small kit had somehow stumbled into shadowclan territory. Mewing as loud as she could the kit wandered further and further. (smallkit)

[gs29513]

It seemed that the apprentices had gotten ahold of some things, and Shrewstep was getting quite chilly in his appendages. He was always chilly in the legs in winter, but it was worse than usual today. Right, let's head back before we freeze! he called, turning tail. The apprentices were free to be overachievers and risk it, but his nest was calling his name. Oh yes it was, and he had no desire to turn into a catsicle. @Star @Fish