Copperpaw seemed to be getting along well enough, so Heroneye continued her search. She managed to find a bit of fennel--but that was really all she could carry, and least if she wanted to take it all back in one trip.
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch | dreamwalker
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 59 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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[ Roll: 14 ]
Stagheart had managed to spot another fresh patch of horsetail, and that was about all he could carry. He padded back over to Heroneye and dipped his head in acknowledgement, as if saying he was all set — his jaws were full of the plants as his gaze flicked between her and Copperpaw, ready to return.
"Dream came up and spray painted her cats on the wall" // Sol came up and put some cookies on the ground to munch on. // Crane spray painted a rainbow and wrote LGBTQIA+ rights! // crow comes up to your sig and throws roaches everywhere
While Copperpaw was still working and making progress, Heroneye and Stagheart had gathered all they could, and they were nearing the time when they risked a scolding if they held off on returning for much longer. Granted, Heroneye had trouble imagining Berryshine scolding anyone, but she didn't want to disappoint anyone anyway. It was time to head back.
"Copperpaw? Take what you can and come back here, please. It's time to return to camp," Heroneye called. Once the apprentice returned, Heroneye would lead the patrol back.
(sorry if this is a bit abrupt, but i wanted to give us ample time wrap this up and avoid pubishment haha. feel free to post your cats reporting back at camp; i'm a bit busy atm and might take a bit to post again, so no need to wait for me)
"Dream came up and spray painted her cats on the wall" // Sol came up and put some cookies on the ground to munch on. // Crane spray painted a rainbow and wrote LGBTQIA+ rights! // crow comes up to your sig and throws roaches everywhere
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very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch | dreamwalker
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 59 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart nodded, picking up his herbs and following the Lionheart back to camp. Good thing Copperpaw showed up and that they were headed back on time (albeit a bit later than usual); he couldn't picture Berryshine scolding anyone either.
Owlstar was rather cooped up. A shame, given her nature to walk and search until her paw pads blistered beneath her.
As she walked up to a nearby river, she was cautious, watching for any unnatural springs of blood, as sharp and haunting as burrs in her pelt. Not a problem. She didn't have to worry. Not now. But she did have to plan. Otters were no joke, and didn't have to kill them to know that. Viscous beasts about as bad as the tide that carried them. Hopefully Thunderclan could hold them off, but she wasn't counting on it.
If there was anything she knew, alliance or friendship (ha!) between other clans wasn't certain or likely, especially now, so she had to make sure her clan was in priority. Watching authoritatively as fishes danced in and out of the glare of the sun, Owlstar sat down before crouching.
She unsheathed her claws and breathed evenly, her heart rate beating to a slow even pulse. A trout was in sight, spotted an abnormally large. It'd be a nice catch if she could make it.
[owlstar rolled a 16! catch successful!]
[+1 trout]
The fish flopped and sputtered beneath her claws, it's last spur of muscle movement in its blinking moments. Owlstar grinned, satisfied with her catch. She'd bring it back to the clan, along with anything else she could find. The leader wasn't really hungry. She just saw a need and figured she should fill it.
Owlstar was rather cooped up. A shame, given her nature to walk and search until her paw pads blistered beneath her.
As she walked up to a nearby river, she was cautious, watching for any unnatural springs of blood, as sharp and haunting as burrs in her pelt. Not a problem. She didn't have to worry. Not now. But she did have to plan. Otters were no joke, and didn't have to kill them to know that. Viscous beasts about as bad as the tide that carried them. Hopefully Thunderclan could hold them off, but she wasn't counting on it.
If there was anything she knew, alliance or friendship (ha!) between other clans wasn't certain or likely, especially now, so she had to make sure her clan was in priority. Watching authoritatively as fishes danced in and out of the glare of the sun, Owlstar sat down before crouching.
She unsheathed her claws and breathed evenly, her heart rate beating to a slow even pulse. A trout was in sight, spotted an abnormally large. It'd be a nice catch if she could make it.
[owlstar rolled a 16! catch successful!]
[+1 trout]
The fish flopped and sputtered beneath her claws, it's last spur of muscle movement in its blinking moments. Owlstar grinned, satisfied with her catch. She'd bring it back to the clan, along with anything else she could find. The leader wasn't really hungry. She just saw a need and figured she should fill it.
Skywalker
RiverClan Warrior
he/him| 58 moons
[Cream tom with mottled brown back and head with green eyes] Purrks:
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ YOU WERE The Chosen One ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[It's May fourth I'm still on my Star Wars grind (help)]
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Skywalker sped through the forest, big paws thudding over the leaf litter and bracken. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs, but if he could push a little more, a little faster, he'd beat his score from yesterday. Seconds ticked in his head, swiftly approaching his personal best, urging his legs to push harder, faster, propelling him towards the river.
The break in the trees was visible, and he still had three seconds. Skywalker forced a last burst of speed, and he broke through the treeline like a shooting star, rocketing straight into the river. A wave of water spilled over the bank, droplets peppering the unfortunate soul nearby. When he came up, he whooped to the sky. "FOURTY TWO!" He shook the water from his face, blinking his bleary green eyes as they focused on his surroundings. He let out a breath, aching legs paddling to keep his face above water in the river as he floated gently along it. He spun slowly as he did, the cheerful yellows and greens of Newleaf twinkling at him in the sunshine. Stars, he loved his territory. He couldn't imagine living anywhere else--especially some place dry. The Lionsbeach was bad enough--all that sand. Eyugh.
His peace was short lived, however, as a great big shadow came into view.
"Oh! Owlstar, what a surprise to see you here!" Skywalker did his best to smile charmingly up at her, even as he continued spinning slowly. "Uh, what are you doing here?" His voice lilted at the end, shoulders briefly coming up to hide his shame. "Don't get me wrong, you look radiant in the sunlight, but it's not often I see someone here at this time of day." He was rapidly floating away now, which meant his lovely swim was over. He clambered onto the bank, sopping fur clinging to his muscled frame. He sniffed.
Then he spotted the fish at her paws, and he grinned. "Oh, I see. Fishing, which happens to be one of my favorite activities. Mind if I join you?" He began running a paw over his face as though he hadn't been doing nothing but making a fool of himself for the last minute.
Skywalker
RiverClan Warrior
he/him| 58 moons
[Cream tom with mottled brown back and head with green eyes] Purrks:
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ YOU WERE The Chosen One ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[It's May fourth I'm still on my Star Wars grind (help)]
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Skywalker sped through the forest, big paws thudding over the leaf litter and bracken. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs, but if he could push a little more, a little faster, he'd beat his score from yesterday. Seconds ticked in his head, swiftly approaching his personal best, urging his legs to push harder, faster, propelling him towards the river.
The break in the trees was visible, and he still had three seconds. Skywalker forced a last burst of speed, and he broke through the treeline like a shooting star, rocketing straight into the river. A wave of water spilled over the bank, droplets peppering the unfortunate soul nearby. When he came up, he whooped to the sky. "FOURTY TWO!" He shook the water from his face, blinking his bleary green eyes as they focused on his surroundings. He let out a breath, aching legs paddling to keep his face above water in the river as he floated gently along it. He spun slowly as he did, the cheerful yellows and greens of Newleaf twinkling at him in the sunshine. Stars, he loved his territory. He couldn't imagine living anywhere else--especially some place dry. The Lionsbeach was bad enough--all that sand. Eyugh.
His peace was short lived, however, as a great big shadow came into view.
"Oh! Owlstar, what a surprise to see you here!" Skywalker did his best to smile charmingly up at her, even as he continued spinning slowly. "Uh, what are you doing here?" His voice lilted at the end, shoulders briefly coming up to hide his shame. "Don't get me wrong, you look radiant in the sunlight, but it's not often I see someone here at this time of day." He was rapidly floating away now, which meant his lovely swim was over. He clambered onto the bank, sopping fur clinging to his muscled frame. He sniffed.
Then he spotted the fish at her paws, and he grinned. "Oh, I see. Fishing, which happens to be one of my favorite activities. Mind if I join you?" He began running a paw over his face as though he hadn't been doing nothing but making a fool of himself for the last minute.
`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\53 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
At first, Owlstar couldn't hear anything else other than the regular buzz of nature and the flow of the river as it whizzed against the riverbank. All things she expected, normal things along with the occasional squawk of a seagull. Speaking of, did she ever finish ski---
A crash. A few large crashes actually. The leader spun around and turned her gaze towards the treeline, one amber eye narrowed in thick suspicion. Either somecat was running like a maniac, getting chased, or it was something else. Owlstar opened her mouth and caught a scent in the air. Only Riverclan, and one cat it seemed. Huh. Odd. Well, she supposed there was nothing else to---
"AYE!" She yelped, jumping back in a startle to dodge the cat who just sprung out of the trees, a flurry of leaves and whatever else their paws carried not far behind them. The leader unsheathed her claws, gripping the soft ground intently. She could smell the water rising from the bank before it hit her. In seconds, she was drenched, matted fur clumping up into tight coils. Owlstar widened her eyes and opened and closed her mouth, looking like a rather confused baby bird, pupil blown out and wide.
Blinking away water, a warrior came into view. She heard his howling first, a sharp rejoice. Owlstar strung together an amused laugh before giving her pelt a thorough shake, water leaving her fur in heavy droplets. "Were ya chasin' yer shadow er was yer shadow chasin' ya?" Owlstar quipped, flicking dangling fur out of her face.
Ah, that was Skywalker, wasn't it? Now she knew exactly what he was: a nutcase. Probably even an adrenaline junkie, galloping like that to Starclan knows were. Owlstar let out a small scoff. She wasn't mad though, just intrigued. "Nah, I don't mind." she shrugged, "N' thank ya." the tabby flicked an ear at his words, watching as he climbed out of the bank.
"Were ya plannin' that? I mean, that sure is one way ta start a swim." she honestly wouldn't be surprised if half the fish booked it from the sudden frenzy. Her eye drifted back to the water, crouching at the bank once more. She could see flashes of silver beneath the steady pulse of the river. She nudged him with her shoulder. "Yer lucky ya didn't scare the fish. If ya did, I woulda settled ya fer prey." she teased, but her expression quickly went slack with concentration.
So Sharkhail brought these newly renamed kids out to the territory. "Alright Specklekit and Copperkit, we are out here to hunt and I'm going to make sure the both of you get something. No going back until you get something." He said firmly. How far was he actually willing to pull this, he wasn't sure but with his tone and face made it seem he was being serious about this. The warrior found a rock to climb up onto and watched where the 'kits' would go off to. Where he was shouldn't alarm any prey and he wanted to keep somewhat of an eye on the kids, just in case danger showed its ugly head.
@crow. @CanukiTanuki_Fox feel free to attack me with bumps, my policy isn't for show!
Re: RiverClan Territory
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