"Take me hunting." Had been Kestrelpaw's request (demand) earlier that day. So now, they were here, out in the territory, hunting. She knew how to hunt, but apparently, she needed someone to watch over her while she was doing it at least once, so... "This is just like a hunting patrol! I did it! I assigned a patrol to me, and to you!" Kestrelpaw puffed up. "I'm the patrol leader, obviously."
Brackenclaw- He/Him, No purrks, 24 moons old, Thunderclan Warrior.
Brackenclaw for some reason was being dragged off with Kestrelpaw to go hunting. Although to Brackenclaw he didn't care one way or the other he was likely to end up hunting anyway. Brackenclaw was always keeping himself busy for the sake of Thunderclan. The big Maine Coon followed Kestrelpaw for now allowing the Apprentice to believe she was in charge was easier than trying to reign in her ego. Maybe if she was his Apprentice then sure he would speak up but for now he only wanted to go hunting in his mind bringing Kestrelpaw just meant more cats to hunt meaning more potential for more prey to bring back to Thunderclan. At least in his head. "Very well but be careful and if I say to be quiet then do so we don't want to alert the whole forest of our presence do we?" Brackenclaw would meow towards the opinionated Apprentice his voice in it's usual dark and deep tone. He was attempting to steer the Apprentice to do things his way without starting a fight. Brackenclaw was a large Maine Coon with long dark brown fur orange eyes that seem to be able to pierce into the very soul of whoever he was looking at rippling muscles and white fur under his chin and down his chest with upward pointed ears. He would then add. "Also might I suggest we head for Firefly Cove it is full of prey at this time of year." Brackenclaw would suggest again attempting to steer the Apprentice to a place that Brackenclaw felt comfortable hunting with Apprentices that wasn't his. Firefly Cove was a safe place for the most part and Brackenclaw didn't like taking Apprentices he didn't know anywhere dangerous. @Rose
->> horsetrot <<-
[ he/him | thunderclan | 32moons | purrks ]
white tom with a russet splotch and blue& green eyes
the white feline awoke to the sun just barely creeping over the horizon and wanted nothing more than to turn around and go back to sleep. it was too early, the red bleeding across the sky, heavily golden tinted light filtering in through the warriors den entrance, reminded him of a night long passed. of panic and grief, of the heat of flames burning around him, the sharp burnt scent of flames eating into pelt and skin, the loss of everything he had. he knew what had followed was peace, coming to thunderclan had changed everything and he had had to change everything, but if he got the chance to relive that had happened, well, he wouldve made different choices.
however, now that he was already awake, horsetrot stretched in his nest before attempting to leave the warriors den as quietly as possible, stepping around familiar pelts and snoring bodies until the early morning light was shining down on his white and russet pelt. the wild was pleasant, and horsetrot could taste that it had rained during the night, soil still damp and the peculiar, comforting smell of rain light in the cool air.
the warrior had nothing planned for today, as of yet anyway, so he looked around the clearing for a moment, letting the cool early morning air calm his memories before approaching a warrior for patrol.
a bit later, the sun had crept higher into the sky by now, hot rays shining down on clean white pelt, horsetrot lead the dark warrior (who also happened to be a good bit taller than him, curse his genetics) he had selected in the clearing, into a part of the territory he particularly liked. it was quiet, mostly, after they had left the territory, and horsetrot gave the other tom a nod of acknowledgement before parting ways. nose to the ground the white tom made his way through thick greenery, moss, cobwebs or prey, that were the things he wanted to bring back today.
Brackenclaw- He/Him, No purrks, 24 moons old, Thunderclan Warrior.
Brackenclaw for some reason was being dragged off with Kestrelpaw to go hunting. Although to Brackenclaw he didn't care one way or the other he was likely to end up hunting anyway. Brackenclaw was always keeping himself busy for the sake of Thunderclan. The big Maine Coon followed Kestrelpaw for now allowing the Apprentice to believe she was in charge was easier than trying to reign in her ego. Maybe if she was his Apprentice then sure he would speak up but for now he only wanted to go hunting in his mind bringing Kestrelpaw just meant more cats to hunt meaning more potential for more prey to bring back to Thunderclan. At least in his head. "Very well but be careful and if I say to be quiet then do so we don't want to alert the whole forest of our presence do we?" Brackenclaw would meow towards the opinionated Apprentice his voice in it's usual dark and deep tone. He was attempting to steer the Apprentice to do things his way without starting a fight. Brackenclaw was a large Maine Coon with long dark brown fur orange eyes that seem to be able to pierce into the very soul of whoever he was looking at rippling muscles and white fur under his chin and down his chest with upward pointed ears. He would then add. "Also might I suggest we head for Firefly Cove it is full of prey at this time of year." Brackenclaw would suggest again attempting to steer the Apprentice to a place that Brackenclaw felt comfortable hunting with Apprentices that wasn't his. Firefly Cove was a safe place for the most part and Brackenclaw didn't like taking Apprentices he didn't know anywhere dangerous. @Rose
Kestrelpaw didn't much like having to listen to other cats, but she supposed... she supposed they were old and knew better. Ugh, that was painful to admit, but fine. She'd go along with Mr. Claw. Allowing him to steer them in the direction of Firefly Cove, Kestrelpaw smartly remained silent as they headed off.
Ravenpaw-She/Her
5 Moons
base by xutaes on DeviantArt
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Ravenpaw’s ear twitched.
Alright, that was step one down.
Now step two.
“I was wondering if you could teach me some battle moves.” She requested, before explaining “I understand that you are busy right now, and I’ll understand if you send me off. But, I’m asking you first because I want to learn from the best, so I can help my Clan as soon as possible.”
That’s what she truly wanted.
She was concerned for her clan, especially now that there was no medicine cat, and she wanted to help.
She was just poor at showing it.
Ah, well, at least it was for a good reason. Bumblestar stood and stretched with a grunt and a twitch of her tail. "Nah, not gonna send you off for takin' the initiative. Come on, we'll find a good spot."
She led Ravenpaw out to the territory to a secluded clearing. "What do you know so far, if anything?"
->> horsetrot <<-
[ he/him | thunderclan | 32moons | purrks ]
white tom with a russet splotch and blue& green eyes
the white feline awoke to the sun just barely creeping over the horizon and wanted nothing more than to turn around and go back to sleep. it was too early, the red bleeding across the sky, heavily golden tinted light filtering in through the warriors den entrance, reminded him of a night long passed. of panic and grief, of the heat of flames burning around him, the sharp burnt scent of flames eating into pelt and skin, the loss of everything he had. he knew what had followed was peace, coming to thunderclan had changed everything and he had had to change everything, but if he got the chance to relive that had happened, well, he wouldve made different choices.
however, now that he was already awake, horsetrot stretched in his nest before attempting to leave the warriors den as quietly as possible, stepping around familiar pelts and snoring bodies until the early morning light was shining down on his white and russet pelt. the wild was pleasant, and horsetrot could taste that it had rained during the night, soil still damp and the peculiar, comforting smell of rain light in the cool air.
the warrior had nothing planned for today, as of yet anyway, so he looked around the clearing for a moment, letting the cool early morning air calm his memories before approaching a warrior for patrol.
a bit later, the sun had crept higher into the sky by now, hot rays shining down on clean white pelt, horsetrot lead the dark warrior (who also happened to be a good bit taller than him, curse his genetics) he had selected in the clearing, into a part of the territory he particularly liked. it was quiet, mostly, after they had left the territory, and horsetrot gave the other tom a nod of acknowledgement before parting ways. nose to the ground the white tom made his way through thick greenery, moss, cobwebs or prey, that were the things he wanted to bring back today.
Enjoying his small walk with horsetrot, Vulturewhisper
parted ways with the smaller tom, to hopefully find some herbs,
or prey. He did not know Horsetrot apart from name so hopefully he could make a friend.
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Did Bumba know about this, again he wondered? Was this some kind of test to see how he handled.. this kind of disability? How many ThunderClan cats trained with deaf cats?? Could deaf cats even train?
Wolfhive guessed he'd find out! He'd be damned if he let something he couldn't even see stop him. If Whitepaw couldn't hear his voice, that likely meant he needed to rely on other methods of communication.. tail signaling, maybe? He seemed to be able to get an idea of things when he saw Wolfhive's face, too. So there was that.
Once they were a bit from camp, not too far as Wolfhive didn't want to be within the owl's hunting range, he stopped and turned to Whitepaw. "Tell.. me.. if.. I'm.. too fast." Stars, he was starting to sound like Springbee! The comparison made his heart tinge in pain. "We.. are.. hunting. Watch.. my.. crouch.. and.. try.. to.. copy.. it." He didn't expect perfection, but figured this would be easier on Whitepaw than trying to over-explain.
Wolfhive lowered himself into a hunter's crouch, paws spread evenly and tail straight; his body above the ground just enough to not brush against it, but not awkwardly raised either. The position should feel pretty natural.
Did Bumba know about this, again he wondered? Was this some kind of test to see how he handled.. this kind of disability? How many ThunderClan cats trained with deaf cats?? Could deaf cats even train?
Wolfhive guessed he'd find out! He'd be damned if he let something he couldn't even see stop him. If Whitepaw couldn't hear his voice, that likely meant he needed to rely on other methods of communication.. tail signaling, maybe? He seemed to be able to get an idea of things when he saw Wolfhive's face, too. So there was that.
Once they were a bit from camp, not too far as Wolfhive didn't want to be within the owl's hunting range, he stopped and turned to Whitepaw. "Tell.. me.. if.. I'm.. too fast." Stars, he was starting to sound like Springbee! The comparison made his heart tinge in pain. "We.. are.. hunting. Watch.. my.. crouch.. and.. try.. to.. copy.. it." He didn't expect perfection, but figured this would be easier on Whitepaw than trying to over-explain.
Wolfhive lowered himself into a hunter's crouch, paws spread evenly and tail straight; his body above the ground just enough to not brush against it, but not awkwardly raised either. The position should feel pretty natural.
Whitepaw watched carefully, noting the way Wolfhive was balanced. Then, he crouched down, trying to do the crouch and keep his eyes on his mentor's mouth. "Ith iht wright?" (is it right?)
Enjoying his small walk with horsetrot, Vulturewhisper
parted ways with the smaller tom, to hopefully find some herbs,
or prey. He did not know Horsetrot apart from name so hopefully he could make a friend.
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horsetrot split from vulturewhisper when they arrived at their destination, now travelling in a uneven line towards a group of trees. the air was heavy with moisture, it mustve rained recently, and the white warrior assumed that he could fínd some moss around the roots of these big deep brown trees. with lush green leaves overhead, the sun was blocked out enough that the light feline was able to really experience the dampness of the the grass that the rain and cool night had left behind. horsetrot shuddered, a bit, as he stepped from warm light green grass, to shaded damp dark green grass. it also appeared to be a bit thicker, but he didnt have the time to question it because bi coloured eyes adjusted to the dimmer light and immediately found themselves fixed on moss. he had been right, the roots of this tree were covered in a evenly green blanket of moss.
[ rolled: 13, 14 for moss ]
unsure what to do with his claws, whether to use them or not, the warrior scraped white paws along the moss covered roots to loosen some of the moss. it worked pretty alright, but he did earn himself green and brown tinted fur for it.
Re: ThunderClan Territory
