Starry Meadow

[Idiotic.Bean101]

art by @/Eidolon
Scorpionsight-She/Her
30 Moons(as of rp)


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Scorpionsight looked around for anything else.
[Roll=5]
And so far, she wasn't catching the scent or spotting anything else.

Hm.
Those twoleg monsters' loud noises must really be keeping the prey in hiding.
Not... the most convenient.

She searched in a slightly different spot, still close by.
[Roll=2]
...Absolutely nothing.

She sighed, dug up the vole she caught, and simply waited for Stormpaw to finish up.


@FANNIBAL

[Rani]

Crowtooth
Windclan Deputy | He/him | 55 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

Despite the fact that it was only mid day Crowtooth felt tired, as if it'd instead been far longer without rest. The work wasnt that exhausting, all told. He'd just been walking with Leechscar when they'd found her body, Leechscar had been sent to dispose of the outsiders corpses and find the remainder (if he still lived), Crowtooth had taken Silverroses body to the meadow and dug a grave, placing her in it but not filling it, then he'd gone to fetch... Well anyone who it felt right to have there, giving them the short explanation of "Silverrose is dead, Im sorry. We're holdin' a funeral at the starry meadow if ya'd like ta come. More will be explained there." Though Twilightstar did of course get the full tale.


And now here they were. Crowtooth sat with Leechscar back from his errand, Twilightstar, and Lightningstorm waiting to see if any of the others informed showed.


He didnt blame them if not. Grief was oddly personal and some might instead want to visit the grave later alone, but he'd wait to see if they showed regardless. Barleypaw, Hawkfur, and Lightningpaw were invited and between long melancholy looks at the limp form resting in the grave the deputy looked up to check if they were coming.


@Moonraven @Undertaker @Alchemist Kitsune @Lightningpaw666 @Madeline @Mica

[nyme]

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ❖ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

WHITERABBIT . 23 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN

"Whatever you catch, kill it quick! A good chomp to the back of the neck'll usually do it." Is Whiterabbit's swiftly-offered bit of advice. She's not going to butt in too heavily, here—totally not her business, and she's plenty content teaching Cardinalpaw—but she likes to talk too much to zip off right away. "Prey's not like feathers and mossballs. You might be tempted to swat it around a little, but mouse bites and rabbit-kicks hurt." That kill respectfully and give thanks to Starclan stuff had never come easily to Whiterabbit until she'd been bitten and thumped enough times to learn better. For Crowpaw's sake, she hopes it's easier for him to get the hang of.

"And have fun and be yourself; that's actually the only way to do it. See you both in a bit." They're both given their space to figure the rest out together. Whiterabbit flounces away like she's scared to have her paws on the chilly ground for too long.

[ 20 ]

The first catch quite literally flies right into her mouth. It's one of those oh dude I hope somebody else saw that because nobody would believe this— type situations. The finch must have been resting in the grass and, startled by her sudden approach, it took off in entirely the wrong direction and practicaly soared into her muzzle fast enough that Whiterabbit flinches and nearly loses her footing, but she gets it. That easily! Wow. Whiterabbit's walking on sunshine after finding a good place to stash the lark.

[ 11 ]

So it's a real bummer when her next shot at a kill is nowhere near as clean or easy and, in fact, winds up a failure. The skinny mouse she tracks down is far cleverer than the frightened lark had been, and her approach coming off the success of such an easy initial kill is a tad too jaunty and loud and to top it all off, Whiterabbit hasn't learned her lesson, the one about killing things quickly. Or maybe she ignores her own advice on purpose because playing with prey is fun, consequences be damned.

Serves her right when the mouse nips hard at her batting paw and squirms into the safety of a little burrow in the ground. Whiterabbit squawks indignantly, shaking her paw and lapping at the small bead of red welling up right on her toe. This is one of those oh dude I hope NOBODY saw that kinds of things. She sniffs, retreats back to her lark, and idles in the same general vicinity as her patrol mates. She's got one eye on the strange, distant twoleg shapes and the other peeled for the pelts of her company.

+1 BIRD

@finley ; CROWPAW
@Mica ; HAWKFUR

[finley]

c r o w p a w ┆ ☆

he / they . 6 moons . windclan apprentice

a smaller, tri-color tom with very fluffy fur. his pelt is full of greys, browns, golds, and white, and he has blue eyes.
purrks ; none yet! | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | questioning gender/sexuality

4 / 100

└> . . . @nyme ; @Mica

crowpaw spends the walk to the meadow alternating between chirping encouragements to his dad and and chattering at whiterabbit. the cold doesn't permeate his fluffy fur very much but he does shiver sometimes, nosing into hawkfur and walking flank-to-flank with him for awhile. once they make it, crow grins at whiterabbit's advice and whirls around to his dad. ' yeah!! this is my first ever hunting training, so i dunno if i'm gonna do the best ever, but i will certainly try!! '

he drops down into the hunter's crouch clumsily, imitating his dad as well as possible. ' issat good? ' crowpaw asks, letting his dad adjust as needed and then watching hawkdad move in the crouch. he holds himself as low as possible, slowly making his way through the tall grass, before he's instantly distracted by something on the horizon.

' dad. dad. dad. you see that? ' crowpaw springs back up, squinting at the distance away from them, where he can see weirdly-shaped blobs moving. ' whassat? '

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

" never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted
just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect "

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 59 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
· · ────────────── · ·
[Whiterabbit - @nyme ] [Crowpaw - @finley ]
· · ────────────── · ·
Hawkfur glanced up, following his son's gaze towards the horizon. He narrowed his sky-blue eyes, years of training and his hawk-like vision zeroing in on a few birds pecking at the rough ground, hoping for worms or seeds. Hawkfur nudged Crowpaw, keeping his voice low. "Those are robins, mate. Birds, like us." He grinned, then jerked his head towards them. "Let's go catch em, yeah?"

As the pair slowly began to make their way to the robins, Hawkfur gave Crowpaw a couple more tips. "When you're moving, remember that you've gotta remain downwind. Feel how the wind is blowing at us? Our scents are being blown behind us, rather than towards the birds." Closer, closer... "When you pounce, use those big strong legs of yours to jump up high, and your front paws to snag the bird. Sometimes they'll fly away, so you've gotta be fast." Hawkfur's eyes sparkled, overjoyed at being able to train his own son in hunting. "You ready, mate?"

Once Crowpaw gave his ready, Hawkfur slunk away and positioned himself close to the birds. He nodded at his son through the grasses, his russet pelt barely visible through the dry fronds. Then he leapt. Large white paws slammed on one of the robin's wing, earning a squawk of surprise from the creature before he silenced it with a bite to its neck. His head shot up, looking for Crowpaw and his attempt.

[Hawkfur gained +1 robin!]

[Lightningpaw666]

Originally Posted by Rani

Crowtooth
Windclan Deputy | He/him | 55 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

Despite the fact that it was only mid day Crowtooth felt tired, as if it'd instead been far longer without rest. The work wasnt that exhausting, all told. He'd just been walking with Leechscar when they'd found her body, Leechscar had been sent to dispose of the outsiders corpses and find the remainder (if he still lived), Crowtooth had taken Silverroses body to the meadow and dug a grave, placing her in it but not filling it, then he'd gone to fetch... Well anyone who it felt right to have there, giving them the short explanation of "Silverrose is dead, Im sorry. We're holdin' a funeral at the starry meadow if ya'd like ta come. More will be explained there." Though Twilightstar did of course get the full tale.


And now here they were. Crowtooth sat with Leechscar back from his errand, Twilightstar, and Lightningstorm waiting to see if any of the others informed showed.


He didnt blame them if not. Grief was oddly personal and some might instead want to visit the grave later alone, but he'd wait to see if they showed regardless. Barleypaw, Hawkfur, and Lightningpaw were invited and between long melancholy looks at the limp form resting in the grave the deputy looked up to check if they were coming.


@Moonraven @Undertaker @Alchemist Kitsune @Lightningpaw666 @Madeline @Mica

Lightningpaw hadn't known Silverrose the greatest but he knew Barleypaw well and he did know Silverrose on an acquaintance level with her teaching him some fighting and also taking him on patrols when they were assigned with her and him and Barleypaw. Out of respect for Barleypaw and Silverrose he decided to come to the funeral.

[nyme]

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ❖ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

WHITERABBIT . 23 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN

Whiterabbit pries her hazel stare away from the far-off twoleg activity for fear that any continued staring might turn into running might turn into her wandering right into a dangerous, stupid situation. The best kind of situation, but not one she should be seeking out when her company is one other warrior—a Fury—and that warrior's little baby. Or at all, ever, but...y'know.

She can keep it together. She can act right. She can behave. The coinflip that nyme went to Google.com for has determined that she can, and so mote it be.

She cannot, however, make herself useful. She's scored one easy kill and fumbled another (which would have also been easy had she just acted right from the get-go) and that feels like more than enough trying right now. All the rest of her effort has gone toward resisting the urge to make a very bad decision right now—rocket down the slopes toward those strange twolegs just to see what happens if she gets up close like that—and she finds herself totally unwilling incapable of anything else. Teeth pinch still-cooling wingmeat; soft feather-taste on tongue, sore paw clutching the earth. Anchor. She will not run. She will not let the boredom win.

Bodies elsewhere, moving. A rustling, quick; probably a hunt in progress, but Whiterabbit won't come nearer until all is settled for fear that she might ruin someone else's catch. See, she's being a team-player. She is being good. She is being patient. She is only wandering to a better spot to watch the twolegs because she just wants to watch, evidently incapable of deciding not to look for very long. But. Nothing else. She can multitask. Easy.

@finley ; CROWPAW
@Mica ; HAWKFUR

[FANNIBAL]

@Idiotic.Bean101

Stormpaw crouched down and leaped onto the mouse... (Roll 11- 4 (for lack of exp) = 7) And missed awfully... Ugh. She wasn't dealing with this. The monochrome feline growled raspily and padded over to scorpionsight. "I didn't catch anything." She huffed.

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 59 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
· · ────────────── · ·
[Crowtooth - @Rani ] [Lightningpaw - @Lightning666 ] [Barleypaw - @Madelaine ]
· · ────────────── · ·
Over the hill came the figures of Hawkfur and Lightningpaw, Barleypaw not far behind. The tom had been heartbroken to hear of Silverrose's death, even if they hadn't been close. Damn if he didn't try! Hawkfur had offered to escort the two apprentices to the burial, but now seeing her body all torn and battered, he sighed heavily. Another warrior gone. So close to being a friend. Maybe he should have tried harder.

Hawkfur settled by the grave, fur bushed against the cold. He was impressed Crowtooth managed to dig a grave through the frozen soil like he did.

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 59 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
· · ────────────── · ·
[Whiterabbit - @nyme ] [Crowpaw - @/finley ]
· · ────────────── · ·
Hawkfur gasped in surprise as another robin burst from the grasses, startled by the commotion but too late to fly away. With an arcing swipe, Hawkfur snagged on the robin's wings and dragged it back down to the earth. He killed it with a swift bite, then looked to Crowpaw. Poor kid had missed his robin, and was looking dejected. Sympathy twisted Hawkfur's heart, and he nudged his son. "Next time, mate. It's no big deal."

[Hawkfur caught +1 robin!]

But it was getting late, and they had to go. "Whiterabbit!" Hawkfur called, jerking his head back towards camp. "Let's head back."

[Since Finley is taking a step back from WCO I think, I'll just finish this up and return the patrol!]