WindClan Territory

[Poprock]

Littleshock
Warrior || She/her || 18 Moons || Purrks: Ultimate predator

Littleshock didn't stop to wait for Fleckstorm, nor did she once turn around to look at them the entire journey. She knew they were following behind her, and she knew they would listen to her rant. A sibling purrk one might say.

"Can you believe the absolute audacity of those freaks? I mean, honestly! All I said is I wanna feel safe in my own home and they all hate me! Won't even let us reclaim land or nothin'! I can't even help out Windclan now? Is that is? What do they want me to just keel over and die? Would that make those little kits feel better? Or maybe I should just put sap over my mouth and never speak again. Be a good silent little follower like that jerk wants. I'd like to put some sap over their mouths, maybe over their noses too. Watch 'em struggle to breath and then just die!" Ending her little tantrum with a dramatic swipe to the snowy ground felt appropriate. It was good to destroy something, even if it was just some stupid white fluff. Or... whatever snow was. Littleshock didn't know, and right now she didn't care.

"We'll show 'em, huh? I won't stop huntin' til I've caught ten, no twenty pieces of prey! And then I'll hand them out to everyone but Fallownose and that old fart. That'll show 'em!" Her eyes finally landed on her sibling, bright with rage and newfound determination. Unless they had a problem with it, she would dash off and kill every single vole, rabbit, and shrew she could find.
@dino.

[dino.]

Originally Posted by Poprock

Littleshock
Warrior || She/her || 18 Moons || Purrks: Ultimate predator

Littleshock didn't stop to wait for Fleckstorm, nor did she once turn around to look at them the entire journey. She knew they were following behind her, and she knew they would listen to her rant. A sibling purrk one might say.

"Can you believe the absolute audacity of those freaks? I mean, honestly! All I said is I wanna feel safe in my own home and they all hate me! Won't even let us reclaim land or nothin'! I can't even help out Windclan now? Is that is? What do they want me to just keel over and die? Would that make those little kits feel better? Or maybe I should just put sap over my mouth and never speak again. Be a good silent little follower like that jerk wants. I'd like to put some sap over their mouths, maybe over their noses too. Watch 'em struggle to breath and then just die!" Ending her little tantrum with a dramatic swipe to the snowy ground felt appropriate. It was good to destroy something, even if it was just some stupid white fluff. Or... whatever snow was. Littleshock didn't know, and right now she didn't care.

"We'll show 'em, huh? I won't stop huntin' til I've caught ten, no twenty pieces of prey! And then I'll hand them out to everyone but Fallownose and that old fart. That'll show 'em!" Her eyes finally landed on her sibling, bright with rage and newfound determination. Unless they had a problem with it, she would dash off and kill every single vole, rabbit, and shrew she could find.
@dino.

Fleckstorm followed Littleshock out of camp. They remained mostly silent throughout the entirety of her rant, offering a nod here or a hum there to show they were listening.

"They're fools," they said once she was done. "Sympathy and understanding for deeds like Cowtuft, and none for wanting to be useful, should be a crime itself. If you want to get back at them, I would be more than happy to help. We can start with Crowtooth." Fleckstorm had seen the tom's expression at camp and hadn't missed the resulting tears in their sister's eyes. "I'll help you haul prey back."

A pause, and then they added softly, "And I'd be very sad if you keeled over and died."

[versailles]

NIGHTHAIL
she/her. 35 moons. long haired black and grey molly with lighter splotches; blue eyes; scarred
( purrks; the collector )

entering the tunnels, nighthail narrows her eyes at the sudden darkness. she's not anxious, but she supposes crowtooth believes the apprentices will be or something considering how quickly he speaks up. he speaks a lot. eyes adjusting to the darkness, she barely manages to make out crowtooth waving her over and she pads to the tom. her ears twitches in acknowledgement of the tunneler's explanations. personally, she's not extremely worried if the apprentices have any questions, but she still gives the two a few moments to speak up. then, she faces the tunnel wall and starts digging.

[ @Rani @tallulah @ChristmasFawn ]

[Rani]

Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler | He/him | 43 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

Having to step away for a moment to guide Quailpaw to the surface (though he was rather confused on the why given she'd been so excited) Crowtooth rejoined the other two cats and set to work. It seems they were getting right two it and unseen in the dark the tom grinned about that. That was good eagerness.

So, with his normal wheezing breath the tom dug in, scooping out pawfuls of dirt and unearthing plenty of voles as he did. It was kind of funny, at least to him. Youd dig and dig and dig and suddenly feel a small furry mass against your paw and, oops, there it went tumbling out of the area you were digging. They often squeaked as they fell too, little stubby paws wiggling in the air. Creatures so at home in the dirt now left shocked exposed. Crowtooth totally understood that.

Still he was at work and given Quilpaw was gone the tunneler was going to help out with killing off the creatures before they escaped.


Dig a vole out, kill it. Dig dig dig, oop theres another! Some more digging and with a cascade of dirt (not a collapse more of just a good scoop) and two even fell and were promptly killed.

Of course, he wasnt done and just kept going with Nighthail unearthing her own voles, reminding Nightpaw to "Get 'em quick! Don' worry about nothin' else just kill as many as possible even more than ya can carry back, Nighthail will get some as well. Just keep an ear out fer them fallin' and chomp."


@ChristmasFawn @furrensic (tal is pulling out of the patrol due to irl stuff and we've got until the 9th now but lets try and wrap this up before than)

[Poprock]

Littleshock
Warrior || She/her || 18 Moons || Purrks: Ultimate predator

"I'd be sad too." She muttered, gesturing awkwardly at Fleckstorm without looking at them. It was easier than getting all sappy like they had just gotten. Besides, she knew they got the message.

Leaf bear hunting was always the toughest. All the rodents and birds hid away until the snow melted, and anything that was brave enough to still wander around in the snow were more adept to the icy terrain that cats still struggled on. Littleshock wasn't a fan of how her toe beans felt like they were going to freeze off every single time she got hungry... but it would all be worth it. When Fallownose and his patrol of sheep got home her and her sibling will have a pile of food waiting for them. I can't wait to see their ugly mugs when they realize how much they underestimated us!

It didn't take long for her to sense the tasty smell of rabbits, their sents carried by a sudden chilly gust of wind. "You're mine." She whispered triumphantly, sprinting towards the prey with unsheathed claws. Lucky for her, it seemed she had stumbled upon a family of rabbits! A mom, a dad, and three children. Littleshock could almost giggle with glee at her luck. Even better that her sudden appearance shocked them all into stillness, keeping her from having to chase them in the cold weather.

Their blood spilled down her throat as she picked them up, warming her from the inside out. Secretly she imagined it was Cowtuft's instead - his blood wouldn't taste as nice as a rabbits though. Probably filled with poison and lies and evil. The molly wrinkled her nose at the thought of the former medicine cat as she sat her prey down by Fleckstorm. Stars she wished they add him to this prey pile. Windclan was soooo righteous when it came to cats they liked, but when it came to those they deemed worthless? Well they were no better than those Shadowclan cats they hated so much.

"Ya know, I can't help but wonder... d'ya think anyone will even in contact with that murderer guy? Like... if we hunted him down and threw his body over a cliff or somethin', d'ya think anyone would notice?" She took a moment to lick her lips clean up of the rabbit blood, green eyes staring out over the vast territory. "I bet that Old Fart wouldn't. Maybe we could stuff one of these rabbits full a dung and offer it to him as a "peace offering." His mind's probably fadin' anyways. He'd forget in like a moon."
@dino.

[dino.]

Fleckstorm followed after Littlehsock, hanging back while she handled the rabbits. She was good at hunting; they were not. Their skills lied elsewhere, on the battlefield and in their words.

A hum vibrated in their throat and they glanced down at the rabbits contemplatively. "Unfortunately, I think so. Though I would be overjoyed at a chance to do just that. If we're going to fill one of these with anything and feed it to him, let it be deathberries. I'd love to watch him choke on it."

They bent down to pick up one of the rabbits. "I'll help you get these back to camp."

@Poprock

[*longfire*]

Nightpaw
She/her
Purks: lyrebirds lullaby | Flock together (T1)
Post count ( update later)
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Nightpaw listened to the ground, her paws feeling the vibrations through the earth. As soon as she felt something she started go after the prey, her paws imitating what she learned from dustbunny. Once a hole appeared she bared her teeth and quickly lashed at the vole she found, killing it instantly. After killing it she left it there and repeated her method, almost killing every single one. Of course some vole were faster than her.

@Rani. @furrensic

[gs29513]

The wind was brisk as Deadmoon made her way out of the camp, buffeting her and her fur about. Snowybreeze might have difficult seeing if he got smacked up against by the wind and it blew in his eyes. A funny thought, but no one that she voiced out loud just yet. Perhaps later. With their plan already communicated, Deadmoon felt no further instruction was needed and set off in the direction of the Outskirts, where she remembered the yellow dangly flowers being. She wasn't sure how many were left, as her patrolmates had likely grabbed a few after her, but they couldn't have gotten ALL of them. Probably. Hopefully.

Her pace was relatively brisk, but she thought that the apprentices and Snowy would be able to keep up. Scratch that. They'd definitely be able to keep up. It was brisk Deadmoon pace, which meant a nice chill jog for everybody else. Stars she hated this leg sometimes. Although she supposed it was nice to have it rather than have no leg there. Some cats managed with only three of course, and it was incredibly impressive, but she'd like to keep all of her limbs for now. Forever, ideally.

Despite their less than stellar speed, their arrival at the place with droopy yellow flowers was reasonably prompt. With a quick word of Don't go wandering off too far to the apprentices she crossed over into the unclaimed territory, scanning the area and finding nothing amiss. There were still a decent number of flowers hanging about, and Deadmoon started to pluck their stems, whenever they were easily reachable and had more than one flower to a stem. It didn't take long for her to amass three little tendrils, each with three or four tiny yellow flowers. If the others wanted to pick these, or look for sunfuzzies and marigold on the way back (or anything they might know themselves) that was fully up to them. Of course, they might also have found something on the way their and gotten it without her noticing.
@Supersabre @Alchemist Kitsune @Katiethewolfchild

[versailles]

NIGHTHAIL
she/her. 35 moons. long haired black and grey molly with lighter splotches; blue eyes; scarred
( purrks; the collector )

nighthail's faintly aware of crowtooth leading quillpaw out of the tunnel for some unknown reason, but she doesn't question it. mildly displeased, she continues digging. nightpaw seemed to find the job rather easy, taking notice of how many voles were killed already when she glances over for a second.

[ @Rani @ChristmasFawn ]

[Rani]

Crowtooth
Windclan Tunneler | He/him | 43 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

Hmmm.... Well his patrol mates were rather quiet but Crowtooth was having fun. He'd stepped a bit away to give Nighthail room to work and dig out voles, knowing she'd need the practice in her bid to become a full fledged tunneler. There were other things to do besides, and its not like the tom wasnt occasionally still reaching down and scooping out a vole when he heard one. Still, reinforcing the area they were digging out so they didnt get showered in dirt was nice, it mainly just involved packing in the soil in the walls and above their heads and soon enough the group was done.


"Alright I think were done, damn Nightpaw, ya mustve murdered an entire family!" Considering the downright pile of little bodies now gathered it seemed inevitable. "Hey, I think some 'o these are mice? Come take a look." There was nothing to see in the dark but poking at the prey the tom noted the differences (Besides the scent that is) "Bigger ears an' tail, skinnier/smaller an' longer legs. 'f ya could see I'd point out the larger eyes but I think we broke through ta a mouse burrow as well." Hard to tell down here really, but it wasnt uncommon for species to burrow in the same area though separate dens.



" 'm countin' my four voles, four mice, an' three more voles. Not as much as we mighta gotten if Quillpaw didn' feel off an' had ta leave but a good enough haul I think?.... Eh Fallownose will claw my ears 'f not so 'ts on me an' Im saying were done. Help me grab this an' follow me back ta the surface, we did nice work fer a three cat patrol!"


With that the tom pushed around the prey so everyone had something to carry and turned to lead the group into the light, job done.


(Ill do all the prey submission/report stuff so you dont have to reply but we can call it done here!) @furrensic @ChristmasFawn