It was like the flight of the bumblebees except it was the dance of the idiots.
Hawkfur was being hit and was (reasonably) getting mad at Crowtooth, Crowtooth had strangled himself on the beg like a toddler might, Hawkfur was running for his life with the bag still attached, Crowtooth was chasing him still trying to 'kill' the bag, and windclans finest were being soundly defeated by a inanimate object.
In the end the gorse bush saved them and 'won' the day.
Crowtooth collapsed into a sit, panting and wheezing as they glared at the thing stuck in the bush, growling low in his throat. "It better be dead or Imma make it more dead.... Somehow." Despite the fact that nothing the tom had done so far had any effect on the bag he would somehow find a way to kill it if it moved again.
"Yeah Im wit' ya there. That aint no rabbit nor anythin' I recognize, Ill repeat myself. What the hell is that?!"
It was just so.... weird! It was laying there, floppy and hadnt reacted to any of their attacks but had undeniably attached itself to Hawkfur! No normal thing could do that!!
Curious now that it was limp and dead Crowtooth hauled himself to his paws, breath smoothing, and hesitantly inched forward twitching at everything even as the bag laid still. He just needed to learn more about it without getting attacked like it did to Hawkfur, and a cautious black paw reached out to touch it.
Didnt go well though, as a errant breeze caused the bag to shift still stuck on its thorn and rustle a bit. Crowtooth proceeded to yowl at that, jumped a foot in the air, tail went bushy, and bolted, yelping "Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! I aint dealin' wit' this, Im takin' my rabbits an' LEAVIN'! NOPE!" Hawkfur could stay and deal with the demon thing but Crowtooth was NOT and the tunneler was GONE.
Grabbing his two rabbits the tom beat it to a safe difference to wait for Hawkfur, stopping to snag two random lizards sunning themselves on a rock deciding he'd report the white demon to Twilightstar and let her plan a response because it'd attacked him and Crowtooth was done.
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· · ────────────── · · "Wait--NO DON'T LEAVE ME WITH IT!!" Hawkfur squawked as Crowtooth streaked away, the other Fury scrambling after him. That bloody coward!! Hawkfur was going to kill him, he really was gonna!!
And thus, two of WindClan's finest ran away from the biggest predator in the forest... a plastic bag.
Deadmoon was Wandering again. The wind in her fur made her feel more aware, more alive. Less catatonic. It did little for the ache in her heart and the anger in her mind, but if nothing else she was getting some exercise as she strode over the hills. (Open?)
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Vinepaw prowled through the Windy Hillswith Stonetail, his senses attuned to the subtle rustlings of prey. The grass swayed gently in the breeze, and he was focused on tracking a faint scent when an unexpected burst of light shattered the calm evening.
He froze, eyes wide as brilliant fireworks exploded across the sky. The sudden flashes of red, blue, and green lit up the horizon with bright, crackling bursts. The noise was loud and jarring, and Vinepaw’s fur bristled in alarm. His heart raced as he crouched low, instinctively trying to hide from the startling display.
The colors seemed to dance and pulse in the sky, each explosion accompanied by a thunderous crack that made Vinepaw flinch. He couldn’t focus on the hunting anymore, his attention consumed by the unexpected and frightening spectacle above him. The fireworks’ booming sounds echoed across the hills, and Vinepaw’s nerves were on edge.
He backed away slowly, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. The combination of the blinding lights and the deafening noise made him feel disoriented and vulnerable. Each new burst of color sent a shiver down his spine.
Once the fireworks began to subside and the sky slowly returned to its usual twilight, Vinepaw took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He glanced around, his ears still twitching at the faint remnants of sound. With a cautious, wary glance at the now-darkened sky, he turned back to his hunting with a renewed sense of vigilance, hoping that the night would be less startling from now on.
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Newtflicker shook his paws of dirt and pebbles, having just recently descended the hill that led back to camp. He slowed his pace for some moments, surveying the lands around him. The wind blew steadily. It was enough to ruffle his fur, but not enough to have him struggle in its wake. The air carried scents of prairie grass and prey musk. Clearly, it was a good day for a hunt.
Finally the tom came to a full stop. He looked back at his patrol mate with a steady gaze. "We will make a run around the hill-" he quickly gestured tworeds the right with with muzzle "and then make a second run at the grove. We should return with more than one trips worth of prey" He nodded promptly, seemingly pleased with his plan. He didnt hesitate to start trotting forward. 'dont want to give the snake a chance to bite' He thought bitterly. Newtflicker wanted to make this an efficient, but most importantly short patrol..
He was out hawk hunting. He's been dying to find one of these things for a while, he is not sure why he didn't start at the Windy Hills to begin with. He found what he was looking for immediately there. Overhead was a hawk, or at least he thought it was a hawk. It had the right wingspan and the coloring, Leechscar was crouching low, watching the raptor circle repeatedly over the same spot.
He wasn't paying any attention to what it was hunting. He was waiting until... there! A loud cry and a hawk swooped low across the slope, its talons hooked aiming for a young rabbit frozen with fear. As it passed, Leechscar leaped high with his forepaws outstretched. The motion was similar to bringing down smaller birds like thrush and crows.
He snagged his claws into the raptor's feathers, damaging the wing, and fell back to the ground, dragging the hawk from the sky with him. Leechscar ducked below lashing talons and put all his strength into keeping one of its wings still. He thrust his head below that deadly beak and sank his fangs into the hawk's neck. It jerked a few times and then went limp.
Leechscar pulled back and spat out a few small feathers. He turned his head to lick at the scratches on his thigh. They stung, but nothing too bad. He was getting better at this hunting raptors thing. However, he'd admit this would be far easier if he had a patrol or even a partner to rely on. The quicker he found someone worth hunting with the better.
Grabbing the hawk, he began to make his way back to the camp. He had promised Leopardsong he'd drop by with something fresh for her to eat. He didn't know how much pregnant cats were supposed to eat. He figured the hawk would be big enough at least to feed her and a few kits.
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It's been a little bit since someone came out this far. As she scented the air it wasn't hard to tell how little this place has been visited compared to the other landmarks in WindClan. So there should be a bit of prey worth hunting here. As it felt like it had been forever since she'd been placed on a patrol, not that she ever asked to be put on them, and she had heard the scolding Leopardsong gave one of the kits for ruining the fresh-kill pile, Dustbunny figured she'd might as well as help in her way with restocking it.
Not daring to go and hunt along the tops of the hills, Dustbunny darted between them. She located a few rabbits and pounced on one as the others fled into their hole. She tossed the rabbit into some long grass and dove down a nearby hole to flush out the others.
Two rabbits bolted out of a different hole as Dustbuny padded out of the hole with another rabbit between her jaws. The she-cat collected her second rabbit and began returning to camp. She'd have to remember to come hunting here later.
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Under the blazing late summer sun Windclan’s rolling hills of thick grass had long since baked and turned gold.
Its not an uncommon sight, but be it by fate, bad luck, or simply the wayward spark of the fireworks that have been so common of late today is the day it all ignites. A spark catches, smolders and burns here, thin wisps of gray smoke threading into the air as a small fire grows. It is not large, yet, perhaps the size of a small campfire. But surrounded by the fuel of dead grass it will not be long before unopposed, it engulfs all.
[‘Congrats’ assigned spotter (and you better be them if youre reacting to this post, if you are not specifically assigned to this job DO NOT notice or react to this post)! There is fire on this thread. Small yet and the smoke only visible to those in this thread but dangerous nonetheless.]
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Under the blazing late summer sun Windclan’s rolling hills of thick grass had long since baked and turned gold.
Its not an uncommon sight, but be it by fate, bad luck, or simply the wayward spark of the fireworks that have been so common of late today is the day it all ignites. A spark catches, smolders and burns here, thin wisps of gray smoke threading into the air as a small fire grows. It is not large, yet, perhaps the size of a small campfire. But surrounded by the fuel of dead grass it will not be long before unopposed, it engulfs all.
[‘Congrats’ assigned spotter (and you better be them if youre reacting to this post, if you are not specifically assigned to this job DO NOT notice or react to this post)! There is fire on this thread. Small yet and the smoke only visible to those in this thread but dangerous nonetheless.]
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The fluffy apprentice dashed after Duckfeather, his muscles pumping beneath his fur. He skidded to a stop, eyed wide with apprehension and fear. There is was. A small fire.. but being fanned by the wind in the area.
"Duckfeather! The fire! There!" He yowled, pointing with a paw.
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Obviously she spotted it before this…apprentice. “Mhm—alright. You watch it…I’ll get a bit further n’ call for help. Tell me if it gets worse.” she ordered, heading to the edge of the Mills, closed to camp. “HAWKFUR!! FIRE! FIRE!” she didn’t want to leave the apprentice unattended, hoping cats would hear her from afar.
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Birchpaw gave a shaky nod and turned back to look at the small fire, fur bristling with alarm. He knew his job was important. He was a spotter. He found the fire and reported it. That was just as important as putting it out. When he heard Duckfeather yowling for Hawkfur, he raised his voice to match hers in a loud caterwaul.
"HAWKFUR! FIRE! THE FIRE IS HERE!" He howled, almost shrieking, not moving his eyes from the plumes of smoke and flickers of orange on the hills.
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