Goldfish smiled, and then began padding toward
a shallow stream branching off the river. She then
wondered if there would be water voles out despite
the cold. No, They might hibernate or something.
the black-and-yellow molly thought to herself, but
despite this she found herself crouching down, and then
dropped her pigeon. She dug a shallow hole in the sludge,
got down to solid dirt, and plopped the pigeon inside of
it. Goldfish then covered it up with care, and crouched
silently. She stuck her pink nose upward, slightly opened
her maw, and allowed the scents to bathe her tongue.
Nothing.
Without a sound she began slinking through the slush
and undergrowth, eyes keen and ears pricked for any
noise. The cold frost stung her pads and the breeze
went straight to her bones and seemed to settle in
her core, making her breathing ragged. The stress she
put on her muscles from crouching so long wore on
her, and the icy wind picked up. Despite the snowflakes
that fluttered into her eyes and the biting cold, Goldfish
forced herself to keep going. The freezing in her core
turned to waves of stinging pain, for she had never
crouched this long in the cold and windiness. She
narrowed her eyes. Her breath solidified into fog when
it puffed from her mouth, and soon she couldn't feel
her paws. The stinging intensified, and she wondered
if it was this bad for Creekpelt. Goldfish felt tired- she'd
been out all day, and was now shivering. Biting her lip,
she pressed onward, still slinking, feeling like her cold
legs wouldn't support her. Without thinking a while back
they'd trekked in the water, and the icicles still hung from her
pained, icy, stiff pelt. But with all this going on, Goldfish
wondered how much more they could take.
Creekpelt sighed as his paws crunched through the snow. His nose was cold, and he could hardly smell. Sighing, he grunted…and almost stepped on a vole. [rolled a 16] He yelped, pounced, missed [4], pounced again, and caught it. [14] "Got it!"
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For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, so that whoever believes in Him may not perish, but have eternal life.-John 3:16
Creekpelt sighed as his paws crunched through the snow. His nose was cold, and he could hardly smell. Sighing, he grunted…and almost stepped on a vole. [rolled a 16] He yelped, pounced, missed [4], pounced again, and caught it. [14] "Got it!"
Goldfish, looking up, purred loudly at the sight of the
catch. "Good job! I knew you could do it!" she
declared, smiling broadly, and flicked her tail, scattering
snow that had slowly fallen onto it. Despite her pain and
the freezing, biting cold, she couldn't help but feel happy.
There was nothing better than helping a new friend reach
their goals! Well, they weren't exactly friends, but
acquaintances nonetheless. Taking another deep, jagged
breath, she scruched her nose at the sharp tang of cold air
that it sucked in. She breathed out with her mouth, the
white puff extremely satisfying to create. She wanted so
bad to lick her pads, but she knew if she did she'd just be
in pain, miserable, and have frostbite. Not good at all.
Creekpelt seemed happy, so she would be too. He was
good company, and she was gald they'd crossed paths.
She wondered about Pepperbounce for a moment, then
shook the thought away. They were having fun, no problem
with that. Never had been, never would be. She blinked
her golden eyes, and purred again. Today was going well,
or as well as it could when they were hunting in the biting
cold of Leafbare after walking in a stream. Her nose was
turning blue, and so was Creekpelt's, so they'd have to go
back soon. When she was a kit, she'd been told by her mother
never to stay out after her nose was numb, blue, and she couldn't
smell. Silverkit hadn't listened- and paid the price. With a
brief shudder, she exhaled hard in an attempt to remove her
pain. It didn't work- it only felt worse. "Hey, Creekpelt,
I think we should head back. My core feels like wasps are
stinging it from the inside out." she puffed, and began trotting
back toward her pigeon.
It took quite some time, but when she found it, she quickly dug
it up and bounded back toward Creekpelt. "Is it like that for
you when you crouch too long it the cold? Geez, it's killin' me. Well,
I don't know about you, but i'm cold, tired, and hungry. Want to
see if we can find something else, or head back?" She
would never leave Creekpelt by his lonesome to try to catch
something else in this weather. The gusts of winds were absolutely
terrible, and he'd be sure to start feeling miserable again if
he didn't have something to take his mind off of it. She would,
after all.
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Goldfish, looking up, purred loudly at the sight of the
catch. "Good job! I knew you could do it!" she
declared, smiling broadly, and flicked her tail, scattering
snow that had slowly fallen onto it. Despite her pain and
the freezing, biting cold, she couldn't help but feel happy.
There was nothing better than helping a new friend reach
their goals! Well, they weren't exactly friends, but
acquaintances nonetheless. Taking another deep, jagged
breath, she scruched her nose at the sharp tang of cold air
that it sucked in. She breathed out with her mouth, the
white puff extremely satisfying to create. She wanted so
bad to lick her pads, but she knew if she did she'd just be
in pain, miserable, and have frostbite. Not good at all.
Creekpelt seemed happy, so she would be too. He was
good company, and she was gald they'd crossed paths.
She wondered about Pepperbounce for a moment, then
shook the thought away. They were having fun, no problem
with that. Never had been, never would be. She blinked
her golden eyes, and purred again. Today was going well,
or as well as it could when they were hunting in the biting
cold of Leafbare after walking in a stream. Her nose was
turning blue, and so was Creekpelt's, so they'd have to go
back soon. When she was a kit, she'd been told by her mother
never to stay out after her nose was numb, blue, and she couldn't
smell. Silverkit hadn't listened- and paid the price. With a
brief shudder, she exhaled hard in an attempt to remove her
pain. It didn't work- it only felt worse. "Hey, Creekpelt,
I think we should head back. My core feels like wasps are
stinging it from the inside out." she puffed, and began trotting
back toward her pigeon.
It took quite some time, but when she found it, she quickly dug
it up and bounded back toward Creekpelt. "Is it like that for
you when you crouch too long it the cold? Geez, it's killin' me. Well,
I don't know about you, but i'm cold, tired, and hungry. Want to
see if we can find something else, or head back?" She
would never leave Creekpelt by his lonesome to try to catch
something else in this weather. The gusts of winds were absolutely
terrible, and he'd be sure to start feeling miserable again if
he didn't have something to take his mind off of it. She would,
after all.
"Thanks," Creekpelt purred. The vole hung from his mouth. "It kinda ran into me," he mumbled through the fur and the snow in his mouth. "You look…cold," Creek mumbled.
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"We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets…we will never surrender."-Winston Churchill
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, so that whoever believes in Him may not perish, but have eternal life.-John 3:16
(DANG IT!! I keep having things come up when trying to rppp, don't worry though! I might have it figured out now!)
Teardrop wearily lifted his head to look back at Darkwind, his head pounded and his jaw felt numb.
"Are-" he seethed and let his jaw hang loose, looking with concern to the other tom.
(No problem)
Darkwind was gasping for breath. He felt as if the forest was closing in around him. He could hardly lift his head. He needed to rest for a moment. He felt his eye lids close and sleep took him for a brief moment.
@RoboPrism
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The greatest thrill is to not kill but to let live -James Oliver Curwood
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.”
John 3:16-17 NIV https://bible.com/bible/111/jhn.3.16-17.NIV
(No problem)
Darkwind was gasping for breath. He felt as if the forest was closing in around him. He could hardly lift his head. He needed to rest for a moment. He felt his eye lids close and sleep took him for a brief moment.
@RoboPrism
Teardrop struggled onto his feet. Turning he pawed at Darkwind's pelt, concerned. Looking about he hoped that a newly dispatched patrol might find them. He swished his tail.
It may have not be the best idea to move him, but a fox or badger would certainly take the easy prey if he left Darkwind alone too long.
Snatching Darkwind's neck fur into his sore jaw, he tugged, wincing, but he was determined. Slowly, Teardrop began hauling the unconcious cat back to safety. They had run hard and fast, but ultimately weren't, at least, incredibly far from camp.
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Always toward the mountain peak.
"I was built to protect those.. who.. cannot protect themselves," Zane - Ninjago
"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," William Shakespeare
"Maybe it needs one of these doo-hickeys?" Arcee - Transformers PRIME
Teardrop struggled onto his feet. Turning he pawed at Darkwind's pelt, concerned. Looking about he hoped that a newly dispatched patrol might find them. He swished his tail.
It may have not be the best idea to move him, but a fox or badger would certainly take the easy prey if he left Darkwind alone too long.
Snatching Darkwind's neck fur into his sore jaw, he tugged, wincing, but he was determined. Slowly, Teardrop began hauling the unconcious cat back to safety. They had run hard and fast, but ultimately weren't, at least, incredibly far from camp.
Darkwind found himself in the shelter of a bush. He struggled to his paws. Careful not to put too much pressure on his hurt paw. " You okay?" He asked Teardrop. @RoboPrism
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“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.”
John 3:16-17 NIV https://bible.com/bible/111/jhn.3.16-17.NIV
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Darkwind found himself in the shelter of a bush. He struggled to his paws. Careful not to put too much pressure on his hurt paw. " You okay?" He asked Teardrop. @RoboPrism
Teardrop rubbed a paw against his muzzle, his brows fretted. It ached awfully after hauling him just this far.
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My characters' comments are not how I think or feel towards you, or do so in general.
Always toward the mountain peak.
"I was built to protect those.. who.. cannot protect themselves," Zane - Ninjago
"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," William Shakespeare
"Maybe it needs one of these doo-hickeys?" Arcee - Transformers PRIME
Sparrowsnarl
RiverClan
he/him | 50 moons
[Large, fluffy, dark brown tabby with amber eyes]
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[Fadingsun - @Cherry~ ] [Dusklion - @tallulah ] [Adderpaw - @TheLostAmongTheStars ] [Starlingflight - @Tiabirb ] [Sorrelblaze - @JellyMoons ]
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Sparrowsnarl lead the group out into the territory, paws surely finding their way through the snow and over frozen ground towards the outskirts border. He didn't expect anything to occur, but he figured it was better to be safe especially with all the trouble loners had been causing the clan in past moons. He gave the patrol a nod when they reached the borders. "Call me over if something is off." He meowed, then began seeking out markers--markers that were heavily degraded--and renewing them.
[We can keep this patrol short! There's no plan for anything weird to happen so :0 ]
She/Her | Chaotic Good | Lionheart
Go With The Flow [Active]
The enthusiasm had Cherryswirl's heart swelling with a mixture of pride and excitement! Even if Sparrow did seem a little testy - she had seen him look away quickly after spotting him... It had made her internally chuckle - he still seemed alright to come along! And, to be fair, even if he had said no it looked like Eveningdew wanted to tag along too! Power in action, right?
"Absolutely you can, Evening! Let's catch up," Cherry meowed quickly before turning tail to rush out of the clearing after Swan & Sparrow.
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Once out of camp, Cherry huffed her way until she finally caught up with Swanbite, casting a smile to the other with a soft laugh. White breath filtered from her maw and up into the air, giving away the cold, biting temperature. Every so often she would glance behind, in an effort to make sure everyone was engaged and felt included. And with this, Cherryswirl took up a position relatively close to the middle of their formation so she could hear and see everyone,
"Plan of action. Let's determine one! I'm hoping we can each at least head back to camp with two pieces of prey, but it all depends on what's out right now. The cold might have caused some to go nesting so we'll work with what we got! Off the top of their heads, where is somewhere we could go that may be more likely to have prey?" She meowed inquisitively, looking between all three of them.
"Well, I'd like to try my paw at fishing." Swanbite replied to Cherryswirl, flicking her tail toward the not-quite-frozen river. "Not a single fin in the freshkill pile, the nerve! And RiverClan warriors call themselves master fishers!" She shook her head. She looked at Sparrowsnarl and Eveningdew with observant eyes, waiting for their answers.
Sparrowsnarl
RiverClan
he/him | 50 moons
[Large, fluffy, dark brown tabby with amber eyes]
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[Cherryswirl - @/Dust ] [Swanbite - @/JellyMoons ] [Eveningdew - @finley.exe ]
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The large warrior shrugged, eyeing the river. With the river frozen over, fish were going to be exceedingly harder to catch. But if the patrol wanted to try it... it couldn't hurt. Or, well, it actually could hurt, and a lot. If someone fell in, that is. Sparrowsnarl realized he hadn't actually said any of it out loud, and sighed. Must speaking be this hard?
"We have to be careful of the ice." He muttered. "Check it first." Surely they knew that though. He just knew from experience that unless he said something out loud, someone was going to forget and things were going to go awry.
Re: RiverClan Territory
