Smallpines

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She-Cat <‐> 35 Moons <-> Warrior <-> Thunderclan <-> #cdrstrk
A grey-brown, long haired she-cat with tabby stripes and big yellow eyes. She is of average stature, if not only slightly on the larger side.
[Killer Aptitude 1][Kitty Softpaw 1]
@dino. @Starfall

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"Of course." She dipped her head and turned away from the group, marking as she walked along the boarder. Wherever the Riverclan scent was strongest, she intended to mask it with that of her own as best she could. They may have returned, but it would be made clear that nobody was particularly happy with the fact.

[taillow]

Dusklion - RiverClan Deputy

No questions. Something akin to pride enveloped the deputy as she glanced over the warriors she had called to come with her. For the first time since she had assumed the position as the Clan's deputy, Dusklion truly felt like one. A deputy, that is. Tasked with helping lead RiverClan - her Clan - back to glory and greatness, having the future of her Clanmates entrusted to her. The thought of it made her think back to all of the cats she was doing it for; Bites 'n Fury, Lions 'n Fluffs. Kite...fly...

She had learned a lot since that fateful day, that fateful patrol. It was time to rid RiverClan of these vile fish-stealers and secure the river once more.

With a nod and signal to get into position and get ready, Dusklion picked up the fish and slowly crept towards the bank. Her blue eyes kept locked on the otters splashing about in the water, paying her no mind yet. Wordlessly she set the plump fish down before scooting back. Once she was sure she was out of sight of the otters and the fish, she scoop a rock up in one of her paws, tossing it out to make a noise and alert the creatures.

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. . .

Eventually from her hiding spot she watched as one otter was peering curiously at the fish. Two more were following it, while a four remained in the river. "Come on, come onnnn..." Dusklion murmured under her breath, muscles coiled and ready to spring. Blue eyes watched intently as the first otter approached the fish while the other two slipped out of the river behind it. As soon as it got its grimy little paws on the fish...

"NOW!"

Charging from her spot Dusklion dashed towards the otter with the fish, and for the first time she saw how big they truly were - and they were massive. There was the briefest flash of doubt but already her claws were colliding with the creature, who had noticed her and was now screeching. With how slippery and wet they were it was difficult to find purchase, and as she tried to regroup a sharp smack to her head send her stumbling back dazed.

Had... had they always been this big??

[ @Neptune. @ace. @Idiotic.Bean101 @alec @burntToast - this will be the posting order! once another round goes by i will let you all in on a small secret regarding this patrol, muahaha @BEAR. for your two spies, in my next post i'll also mention you for wolf! ]

[BEAR.]

Oh, this was going to be good.

Wolfhive wished he had a snack for what he was witnessing. One would think the Deputyfish herself would have learned something from his own encounter, but no! She was making his same mistake - just with more cats.

He stayed where he was, concealed on ThunderClan's side, for now. No point in getting his paws involved unless it was needed - the river wasn't that easy to cross, especially not with riled up otters, 'n unless he actually had an opportunity to assist there was no point in trying.

[ @taillow / unimportant post just a reaction ]

[Neptune.]

Larkwing
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26 moons || she/her || RC Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Killer Aptitude T2
scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes

Once in position, Larkwing waited for the action to start with baited breath, tail tip twitching behind her in anticipation. And then it started. An otter poked its head from the water and seemed to scent the fish and - stars - it's so much bigger than she'd thought. In her mind, Lark had been imagining them to be about the size of a large cat, but they were so much bigger than that. Dusklion called for the battle to begin, though, and the only thing Lark could do was obey as she rushed into the fray, flanking the very same otter Dusklion had targeted.

It was big and unwieldy, though, and she had a hard time even figuring out where the best place to claw was going to be, so she decided to aim for its legs. Take out the legs, and it won't be able to move around as freely. Hopefully. That in mind, Larkwing aims a slash at the otter's back achilles with needle sharp claws, praying to any cat that would listen that the attack lands.

[ @taillow || @ace. || @Idiotic.Bean101 || @alec || @burntToast ]

[goodacacia]

Floodsight
✦ she/her | 21 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot

She had stared at the water below, watching flickers of the creature could be seen swimming around and about. There's no sound other than the rustle of the tree leaves and breathing cats beside her. Otherwise, it was silent. A long and quiet wait. Floodsight calmly gazed upon the river with anticipation building up within her. Her paw gripped into the ground, ready for anything to happen. The anticipation held on as she watched the deputy throw a rock into the water.

One.

Then two, then three. And there was more in the waters below.

And suddenly a loud voice rang. Now! Floodsight watched a large creature slink out of the water. It looked like an earless cat. Now who said it was supposed to be some water rat? Her dim blue eyes narrowed as she swiftly made her way down as fast she could. Her claws dragged out, ready.

As she got closer, the real size of the otter had come to surprise her. She took a deep breath and follow the others down just to see Dusklion looked a little dazed, stunned. 'What is she doing?' Suddenly, Larkwing had slashed the otter's leaving it screeching. The stars awful sound of a large thrashing animal. She'd aimed her claws directly at the otter’s face. It was getting a little dangerous for comfort and she had hoped it would back up a bit. 'Oh stars...'

"Snap to it," She had backed up beside the deputy and snapped in a voice that was way louder than her usual soft tone. Slightly wincing, not meaning to respond that loudly. But situation was a little too dire for the usual soft voice, and she can't have Dusklion just standing there. Not when there was 1..2..3..4..just a lot of otters to deal with.

[ @Neptune. @taillow @Idiotic.Bean101 @alec @burntToast ]

[Idiotic.Bean101]

Catfishwhisker-It/Its
35 Moons
PURRKS
Agatha Kitty-Inactive


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Catfishwhisker had waited patiently, before an otter had finally come out.
And then a lot of other ones did.
They were a bit bigger than expected, but it was sure this group could handle it.

The fluffy color point kept its paw steps silent as she decided to grab one from behind.
It analyzed for a good spot to latch her long claws into.
And then, it leaped onto the back of what had been the first otter to emerge. It aimed to dig claws in, and drag them down the creatures back.
Now to see if it was effective.

@alec - @burntToast - @taillow - @Neptune. - @goodacacia

[alec]

->> jayfrost <<-
[ he/him | riverclan | 32moons | killer aptitude t3 ]
a tall, silver classic-tabby with well groomed short to medium length fur and icy blue eyes

a quiet "oh stars" escaped jayfrosts mouth, going unnoticed by its owner, who usually very much did not like that word in his mouth but was too focussed on figuring out how to not die at the moment. the fear peaked, causing jayfrost to go tense for a moment, before shifting into what could only be described as a adrenaline fuelled 'fight or flight' response except flight had never been an option, bleeding tension into the ground with every leap he took towards the otters. since they appeared to mostly aquatic jayfrost expected slick pelt, not unlike a rough fish and quickly discarded the idea of trying to hold onto one for a longer time to selecting a hit and run technique. his stamina was honestly not the best and he still felt like he was dying after exertion sometimes which was probably to blame on the damage he took on rugged range moons ago, but he thought holding out, alternating between dodging and striking could be done.
with dusklion and larkwing targeting the same otter, jayfrost chose the runt of the group for himself, aiming to take it out as fast as possible whilst the others were kept busy by his patrolmates, the less otters still striking at them with teeth bared and slick claws reaching for feline flesh the better. he was pretty convinced that he would be able to deal with it alone but tried to not stray from realism. his chosen otter, still dripping from recently emerging, was currently on the path to insert itself into dusklions fight so jayfrost didnt wait a second longer. charging at the animal only to change directions a few lengths in front of it, attempting to get access to its hind legs and quickly drag a clawed paw through flesh before continue running in the same direction, hoping to attract and keep its attention and spread out the fight to avoid surprise attacks. if the otter followed, jayfrost would wait until it lunged, then aim to claw at its eyes in an effort to reduce its vision and allow him an easy advantage.

[ dont know if we are supposed to decide the outcome of the attacks so i left my stuff open ended...
@burntToast @taillow @Neptune. @Ace. @Idiotic.Bean101 ]

[BEAR.]

[ THIS IS DIFFERENT FROM THE OTTER RP. ]

Wolfhive hadn't missed them leaving, but in his current state keeping up with idiots was getting drastically harder. The Clan was on lockdown, what the hell were they thinking? That they could mosie in and out without issues? Hell no.

They were out of sight when he left camp, but the trail was strong enough for him to follow. Through the woods, past the creek... to Smallpines? Wait.

Was that blood?

Wolfhive stepped through ThunderClan's brush to examine what lay ahead. Coldfang's body was slumped against the ground, blood pooled around him. It seemed his throat had been slit.. and the culprit?

All he could smell in the breeze was RiverClan.

[BEAR.]

Of course the fish would cause issues shortly upon their return! Of COURSE, they would learn nothing from their exile! Wolfhive's fur bristled, his hackles raised as he stepped around Coldfang to view the scene more clearly. A trail of blood ran along the bank, possibly from his killer.. it looked closer to blood droplets than if it'd come from Coldfang staggering.

He couldn't wait to report this to Bumba, last time he fought RiverClan he hadn't been able to kill any of those pieces of fox dung and now he had a reason to paint their rivers red. He hadn't liked Coldfang very much - he'd been too similar to Tigerkit for his tastes, but a ThunderClan cat was a ThunderClan cat.

Wolfhive tried to taste the air once more. It was harder for him - given his sickness the lesser notes were missed - and to his confusion the RiverClan scent was gone, as if it'd just vanished. The wind had changed directions, and no longer was blowing the strong, overmarked stench of RiverClan over the border...

Oh.

His fur lied back, and he licked his chest fur from mild embarrassment. Good thing no one was around to see this !!! He couldn't be caught dead making such a dumb mistake because of a scent in the breeze. Well... damn. There went his plan to spill some fish blood. Wolfhive wasn't looking to cause issues with them, he just wanted to finish issues they caused.

So what had happened?

The lack of any other odd scent among the blood meant that it was likely a ThunderClan cat who committed this act, but Applefang had been the only cat with Coldfang and she was unaccounted for. In his initial assumption, he had completely forgotten and overlooked that detail - and now things were actually adding up. Though something could have led Applefang to attack, the end result remained: she'd killed Coldfang and fled.

Wolfhive was in no state to go hunting someone down through the woods. Hell, apparently he couldn't even tell scents apart well enough to know when breeze carried it. He grumbled to himself, irked by this added mess, and moved to roll Coldfang's body into the river. He wasn't sure if otters actually liked eating cats, but hey - here was a free snack if so! Had Coldfang been a better Clan-mate, or even if he just listened to the damn rules, maybe Wolfhive would've bothered hauling him to Willow's Rise. But he was now... what he always was.

Dead weight.

Wolfhive watched the body bob in the water briefly, red streaking the water - this isn't how he imagined making their rivers run with blood - before he turned and left. He'd have to release the hounds to track Applefang down, but first he'd let Bumba know.

[burntToast]

|[ Mud'smoke ]|
he/him | 25 moons | RC warrior | more of a hunter
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As Dusklions had instructed, mudsmoke watched as the plan unfolded. The bait was set and as expected, it lured one of the slippery beasts from the river. It looked like a cat, one with small ears and beady eyes. Two more followed it. Unsheathing his claws, mudsmoke bunched up his muscles and waited. Almost there, he thought as the otter neared the fish. Just as it was close enough Dusklions let out the roar to attack. Racing down towards the fight, he could already see his patrolmates grouping up and attacking the otters.

Dusklion, Floodsights and larkwing were all handling the first otter while caveclaw and Jayfrost went for their own otter. Jayfrost otter wasn't all that big-- well it was the runt of the trio. It was still huge! Infact all three were big, bigger then mudsmoke had expected. Deciding to take on the same otter as caveclaw, he raced towards it. Flanking the fish cat thing, he swiped at it. His claws barely hooking on skin, stars was this thing agile! The otters fur looked way to sleek for an attack like lunging and holding on, so instead he decided to more ambush techniques. Running at it, hitting it and jumping away.

There was a time when he had so much stamina that this flighting style was preferred, he still had that stamina it was just....his stupid...leg! He didn't think he'd be putting this much effort into fighting off these literal river rats, he thought they were small not huge! Easy to deal with. He was wrong! Greatly mistaken, and the pain with each movement was proving that to him.

Mudsmoke attempted to lunge once more at the otter, this time aiming to score a nasty scar across its face but he was stopped by pain, some what like an icy grip, around his leg-- wait that wasn't his injured one. Mudsmoke's eyes widened as he glanced back and saw that the fourth otter had emerged from the river with great speed and stealth that it had knocked mudsmoke completely off guard. It's sharp teeth was clamped shut around what mudsmoke considered his good leg, teeth digging into skin. Before he could react, it yanked him back towards the river. It's strength was something mudsmoke was not prepared for. His claws uselessly scratched at the ground as he tried to find steady ground, but he could not. It merely took seconds before the cold icy grip of the river sunk into his fur as he was dragged into the river.

Tags:
- Dusklions ( @taillow )
- Caveclaw ( @Idiotic.Bean101 )
- Larkwing ( @Neptune. )
- Jayfrost ( @alec )
- Floodsight ( @ace. )