Firefly Cove

[MockingRabbit]

@Apollo.
Woodpaw gazed around the cove. He knew that it should probably have some sentimental value to it, it being his birth place and all, but he felt nothing. He didn't have much skill in hunting, but he would do his best. Scenting the air, listening, looking. And there was a mouse. He knew it was hopeless, even before he crouched down and began his approach. Sure enough, it smelled him or heard him or something, and was scampering away into the foliage.

[MockingRabbit]

@Apollo.
Woodpaw began his hunt again, futile as it was. No matter how hard he willed it, his heart wasn't following suit//Get it?XD\\. The next mouse was the same. He didn't even try to catch the bird he spotted. Finally, he caught a shrew that was so old it was practically dead before he got there. The kill gave him no joy, but instead made his belly queasy. He was useless.

[Apollo.]

. Violetslash .
( @RedAnger - if you could have Woodpaw put all the prey on the pile that would be great, I’ll make the report post just after this one, apologies for the delay, my laptop hasn’t been working for the past few days, so I’m writing this on a phone.)

Violetslash yawned as the two entered firefly cove, her exhaustion had recently been getting a lot worse. At one point in the walk she had stoped paying attention for a moment and ended up slipping on a patch of new-leaf ice, thankfully she only stumbled and didn’t end up falling, but still, it was odd for her. Woodpaw seemed to have caught a scent as he went off towards the river, may as well start hunting then. Woodpaw had been an apprentice for about 4 moons(?) so she guessed he would be fine on his own and she made her way back towards the tree line.

She swiftly caught the scent of a squirrel, it was nibbling on some seeds, that had began to drop as the season changed, at the foot of a young oak tree. She dropped into a hunter’s crouch, took one, maybe two paw steps forward, before pouncing the distance and making clean work of the kill. [+1 squirrel]

After burying the squirrel so she could collect it later she moved back into the main grassy area of firefly cove. She spotted the ears of the apprentice over the grass, but couldn’t tell what he was doing, she shrugged, hopefully he had made at least one catch by now. She opened her mouth once more to check for a scent, and a mix of two quickly hit her, a mouse and a bird, close together too, which was a bit weird, but she didn’t think much of it. She carefully approached the two animals, keeping low to the ground and trying to make it look as though the grasses shifting was caused by the wind. Then she leapt, she was going to try and catch both, so she had her paws outstretched and separated, however she doubted that she would be able to catch both. As she landed the mouse let out a shrill squeak and the bird squawked and squirmed under her claws, she bit down on the bird first, killing it, but as she did her grip on the mouse loosened and it swiftly made a run for it. Violetslash, however, was not going to let it get away, she took a quick, and slightly messy, pounce, landing square on it and delivering the killing bite. [+1 mouse, +1 thrush]

She picked up her two catches and returned to the tree line to retrieve her first, hopefully this, plus Woodpaw catch(s) should be enough to please Flameheart. Violetslash made her way back over to Woodpaw, he looked to have only caught a shrew, and he didn’t look too happy about it. Stars, does Honeybee teach him anything? she huffed, it wasn’t really her business, she knew from experience that every mentor trains their apprentice differently. “You can put these onto the pile, when we get back to camp. If you want you can tell your friends you caught the squirrel rather than the shrew.” and with that she started padding back towards camp, wether the apprentice was behind her or not was not her concern, he should know his way back by now.

[Ian]

 

Originally Posted by poseidon

"Its called the mossy den, because, its an old twoleg den-thing, covered in moss." Hailhawk told her, giving her a stern look when she shot him one

Hazelpaw huffed slightly as Hailhawk gave her a stern look back, but made no comment and nodded at his explanation as to what the landmark was called. "That's uncreative, but whatever," the Siamese said, before turning and trotting off, now uninterested in the dangers of the twoleg strucutre.

Soon enough, the recognizable stench of RiverClan hit her nose, and the apprentice frowned. Hazelpaw knew they weren't at Smallpines, which meant there was only one place this could be. "This is Firefly Cove, right? The territory we're always fighting with the fish-faces over?"

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by NinjaBloss

Hazelpaw huffed slightly as Hailhawk gave her a stern look back, but made no comment and nodded at his explanation as to what the landmark was called. "That's uncreative, but whatever," the Siamese said, before turning and trotting off, now uninterested in the dangers of the twoleg strucutre.

Soon enough, the recognizable stench of RiverClan hit her nose, and the apprentice frowned. Hazelpaw knew they weren't at Smallpines, which meant there was only one place this could be. "This is Firefly Cove, right? The territory we're always fighting with the fish-faces over?"

"Yes it is, because they have easy access. This is a good territory for us to have though so we have to keep it. Notice how strong the prey scent is around here." Hailhawk remarked.

[Dawnstream]

Dawnstream crouched and stalked up on her prey. The mouse could not since her and she hoped it wouldn't since her.... until it was too late.

[Dawnstream]

"Are you ready to go Peachpaw? This is going to be a good chance to practise your hunting abilities." And with that Dawnstream ran out of camp with Peachpaw to go hunting. She was glad she had eaten right before the patrol or else she would have been tempted to eat some prey. She trotted along untill she could smell something it was different. she nosed at it. she had never smelled anything like it before it was hard and pointy. Dawnstream walked away and remembered to report that later. She listened and smelled for any prey and smelled a vole. She soon made quick work of the vole by stalking it and killing it in one quick bite. Soon Dawnstream had also collected a mouse.
@mooncake

[mooncake]

Originally Posted by Dawnstream

"Are you ready to go Peachpaw? This is going to be a good chance to practise your hunting abilities." And with that Dawnstream ran out of camp with Peachpaw to go hunting. She was glad she had eaten right before the patrol or else she would have been tempted to eat some prey. She trotted along untill she could smell something it was different. she nosed at it. she had never smelled anything like it before it was hard and pointy. Dawnstream walked away and remembered to report that later. She listened and smelled for any prey and smelled a vole. She soon made quick work of the vole by stalking it and killing it in one quick bite. Soon Dawnstream had also collected a mouse.
@mooncake

Peachpaw closed her eyes, letting her nose flood with forest scents. There was the crisp smell of fresh new grass. And the overwhelming scent of flowers blooming. Ah, newleaf must be right around the corner. There. An oldish trace of a mouse who had apparently passed by the cove. Peachpaw frowned. Maybe this hunting patrol would prove to be uneventful.
She suddenly let out a small gasp, her nose catching onto a new scent. Thrush! She pinpointed the scent, and her eyes flew open. Time for the standard procedure. She flattened her chest to the cold earth and edged along, finally making visual contact with the thrush. Was she upwind from it? Yes. It apparently did not sense her presence. She smiled, as she managed to get within five meters of the delicious prey. Pounce! In a blur of fur and claws, Peachpaw leapt onto the thrush, sinking her sharp teeth into its neck. Victory! Or was it? She continued to tumble several feet, and was abruptly greeted by a steep drop. Disoriented, she looked around, realizing she had fallen into a rocky ravine. "Dawnstream?" she called, fear creeping into her voice.

[teddy.]

— Winterpaw ❆ ˚₊ —
he him his . it its
a scrawny grey calico oriental shorthair with black splotches and oversized ears that droop. it has three large talon-like scars along his back and icey blue eyes.

he wasn't meant to be here, was he? not meant to be out of the camp along; not without an escort at least. but the warriors of thunderclan were busy; a battle loomed like a storm on the horizon and an apprentices sadness was nothing but a splash pebble in an ocean of worries.

the way the sand felt between Winterpaws toes felt... amazing. Soothing. He moved his paws back and forth through soft, dry, gentle sand as he tried to let the sensation sooth him.

his cheek was damp with tears; just as salty as the nearby sea water that ever threatened to wash too far up to him.

Tears kept falling, kept trickling down as he held back small silent sniffles.

with eyes closed, it still felt the warmth of early new-lifes sun warming his pelt as it set along the horizon, drowning his pelt in purples and oranges. He felt warm and cosy yet isolated and alone all at once.

(open!)

[alkaline]

alderstep
he/him
thunderclan
russet tabby w/ white paws, green eyes

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Alderstep might just be stupid. That could be why he returned to that place where Creamcloud had promised to show him the beauty in living, while simultaneously (he assumed) being unaware that the only thing he saw that was pretty was the cream-spotted she-cat in front of him. Great cats, how embarrassing a thought. And how painful a memory.

Still, there was prey to catch, and Alderstep decided not to let his incessant feelings get in the way of his service to ThunderClan. They needed all the prey they can get to restore their strength after leaf-bare's hardships. So, to Firefly Cove Alderstep went, relying on the fact that he could catch something and perhaps feel better in doing so.

Imagine his surprise at seeing an obviously young cat by the waves of the sea, letting the sunset (the first thing he'd called pretty out loud, and to Creamcloud no less) wash them over with different colors. Alderstep stood, frozen in his tracks, for a good moment or two. Wha- what?

The warrior crept forward, a hunting habit of his, ears pricked. "The hell are you doing out here? Where's your mentor? Or kit-sitter?" Alderstep asked gruffly, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. This 'paw didn't have either with him, did he? How lovely. Maybe some stray tree branch would fall from the sky and crush this poor fellow just like Raypaw, the last cat he'd spotted out on ThunderClan territory alone when she shouldn't have been.

The last thing Alderstep wanted to deal with was an annoying apprentice, so he hoped that at least this cat would just follow him back to camp without a fight. He'd already be wasting time having to return this stray, the last thing he needed was a headache and more wasted time better-spent hunting. Of course, he couldn't just be complacent to this cat's disobedience, either. Something could happen to him, and then it'd be Alderstep's fault.

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@teddy. insert the standing person emoji here because wco won't let me.