a small outing for hunting, with thee NPC wariors [solo-rp]

[Myling]

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 8 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes]

[this takes place after the foreigner and shades plot]


Hehe.

I'm back

Said collywobbles, expecting the crowd to go wild (nobody even clapped). Anxiety was back, and this time with a cousin - more anxiety, who was really just there as the supportive sidekick, but this time it actually did something and she felt horrible. Oh well yip yip, yippe hippee, you know what great time it is, its time to go patrol again! There were three other warriors going with her, but she felt to shy and her veins writhed with nervousness when she tried to talk to them, so she didn't ask for they're names. They must've expected that she already knew what they were called, and that they could just call her "Apprentice" and it'd be fine. Aaand before she could count to she-couldn't-count they were off to Shadow's Break. The rest of her patrol stood normally, not tall or anything. Meanwhile here she was, hunched, crouched low, as if she could avoid the dangers of the forest if she was just close enough too the ground. After a few minutes of looking over her shoulder every two seconds, they finally got to the clearing known as Shadow's Break. "Split up, and find prey! Someone go with the Apprentice, though." The patrol leader called.

All of the cats began going off to random directions, though they showed clear caution as to not destroy and herbs in the area. One came up to her, mewing "Come on," before padding away. Oh yeah, did she mention her nose was now an esteemed assassin? And it was gonna get a singular mouse-foot for getting a 360 no-scope on her, which was enough for it to bring out the over-sized bazooka. She closely followed the Warrior, who she'd fittingly named 'Fur'. Because he had long fur. She had the mind of cat-einstein. "Pick up the scent of preey, Apprentice." He said every word long and dragging, as if she couldn't understand normal speech without clear orders. She nodded slowly. Her muzzle raised to the air, picking out each scent as Fur had said. Mouse! She thought with suppressed delight.

 

[Above 13 is a catch, below is a fail! Rolling a d20...!]

Roll 1 - 5
prey=mouse

She flicked her tongue in and out with determination, bending her legs into a crouch. She tracked it; it wasn't very hard, the mouse wasn't even trying to not smell. She was soon within sight of the rodent, and her eyes locked on the creature. It was nice and plump, and would for sure feed a cat for more than a whole afternoon. She crawled closer, her belly fur brushing the light tips of the New-leaf grass below her. She sprang at it, and it squealed. She smiled, as her paws crashed down on the- wait.... Grass? Oh. Plants; she'd missed. Under her paws, she found a patch of tansy. Guilt flushed her face. "Oh well great job there! Sneered the warrior.

Roll 2 - 1
prey=vole
I GOT LIKE 3 5'S IN A ROW AND THEN THIS? T-T

Still in egoistical shambles from her last catch, she knew she had to be better this time. After prowling around the stream for a while, she finally spotted a vole, wary after hearing the mouses squeak. She smiled, it wouldn't even see her coming! She went into a hunters crouch once again, and stalked up to the vole. She lunged forward when she was close enough. Even a kit could've struck it down from here. This was an easy catch.
.....
She tripped on a sliding pebble when she'd leaped...
And landed face first in the stream, and the vole a few mouse-lengths across on the other side was already long-gone.
"How bad are you?" The warrior mocked.

Role 3 - 2
prey=bwig thrush
Ok, ok. *Inhale* WHAT?? rip willowpaw o7

The vole thankfully had been to focused on the, you know, hugely deadly cat who'd face planted in front of it, and had somehow forgotten to cry out. By now, most of the prey scents were returning, after the plump mouse's warning. Included in that selection of brave prey, was this huge thrush. It was pecking for food, by the outer edges of the clearing. I'll prove myself with this one! She thought valiantly, still red with embarrassment from her last attempt at hunting, which was now listed in the 'Top ten FAILS of all time! #Trend #Fails ' of the cat world. She did all the hunting things one was meant to do perfectly, and she didn't make the mistake of being over-confident this time. The huge thrush was within striking range. She paused, and the whole forest seemed to do the same. The thrush started chirping, but was soon screaming with alarm as she crashed forward, paws wildly slashing. Her claws met feather for the first time this whole patrol, and she felt her hope fly to the sky. The bird went limp, and if only she'd noticed the rise of its chest. She stared at its seemingly-dead carcass. She took it up with a shine of pride, and held it in her claws for a moment of admiring. She caught this. All on her own.
Wow.

It suddenly cackled maniacally and laughed a chirp. It took off - right in her own paws. It flew higher, and higher, and higher, until it was out of sight.
She took a second to process that.
The warrior was holding back laughter at this point.
"BAH- What was that??" He was on the ground now, writhing with chortles and amusement.
She collapsed to the ground too, but with pure embarrassment, and her paws wrapped tightly around her blushing head.

[hello d20 roller what the heck?]

[Myling]

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 8 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes]

She let her face rest in the lush grass for a moment, before she sighed, and picked herself up to stand. Fur was still giggling, even thought it had been more than a whole minute since her attempt of catching something, which was enough for her to forget. But from the looks of it, the incident would not be forgotten for well a while.

 

[same rules as last post - below 12 is a fail, above 13 is a catch! 13 because of apprentice de-buff, and kitty soft paws hasn't been on this whole time???//]

[Roll 1 - 11]
prey=squirrel
: )

With a deep breath of focus, she began sneaking through the undergrowth once again. A squirrel was hovering in a tree, well above the ground. Darn it, She thought dreadingly. With a little bit of crouching, she was at the trunk of the tree. Her claws unsheathed, and she quietly began climbing up the tree. Her legs were extremely shaky, and she noted maybe it would've been better to realize 'i haven't gotten any training for tree climbing' while she was still on the ground. Well, she was already this high; there was no point in turning back now. Now! She pounced. She was so close, and the squirrel only gripped its branch harder instead of fleeing. She felt her paws slip to a wrong branch.

'SNAP!' Went the thin branch her paw had slid on, and it tumbled, and her paw was left in the air, but soon it was her dragging down. Gravity did its thing, and she was falling. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" She yelled. She landed roughly, with her side to the ground. "ooooorgh," She muttered. "Oh wow. How impressive. Actually, are you doing this on purpose?" Fur growled.

She ashamedly hunched her shoulders. Thankfully she hadn't been hurt, except for a very light bruise on her shoulder.

got the squirrel idea because there be a squirrel on a tree visible from my window (it be cute)

[Roll 2 - 18]
prey=magpie
yes finally go willowpaw go but also NO THE SQUIRRELS GONE IRL NOO-

[kitty soft paws= active]
tw: non-graphical bird-mutilation!

She got up for the second time that day, and shook her pelt, small twigs and dust flying off from her fur from the fall. Her sore muscles rioted against her, as she once again began searching for prey. At one point, she'd caught a very foul smell, that at the same time resembled the scent of prey. Oh, thats crow-food. She didn't detect any dried blood to come with it, and no peculiar scents around where she presumed- wait, actually knew, where it was; it had died from old-age. Her paws were as light as clouds, and soon she'd locked onto a bird. She remembered with a tremble her last absolutely garbage try at catching one of the avians last time. The thrush had been right in her paws. Her paws unsure, she slowly came closer to the bird. The bird started calling, and she chattered something that sounded like a bird-sound (?????). The magpie called back. She was in the middle of a un-controllable chirp, when she struck. The magpie had been listening carefully; it barely had time to react before it was within her clutches. She grabbed it as hard as she could with her claws, trapping it, preventing an escape. Before it could call out, she bit down on its throat, and instead of a warning cry, only the sound of gurgling arose from the bird. She bit it once again, and it went limp. She made sure it was dead, very, very dead. She took her time making sure of that. By the time she was assured it was not gonna escape her grasp, it was already mangled beyond recognition. "Sheesh! Didn't have to do that!" Fur commented, the warriors long tail flicking at the bird in her claws.

[Roll 3 - 1]
prey=rat

[kitty soft paws=active]

wow. way to go d20 roller.


She buried the magpie, and quickly went back to stalking. Her eyes soon landed on a rat. She didn't want to attack it, in fear of it attacking back. Oh well! Fur was watching and she wasn't about to back off from a rat. She only had to go a few tail-lengths before she was able to land a blow. But then the rat turned on her with a cry, and began snapping viciously. She screeched with fear, and ran back to Fur. "It just a rat- AUGH!" His sentence was cut short, as the rat bit him by his wrist. He shook it off, his paw trying to land a hit, but missing. The rat escaped, having enough of cats for one day.

(lil bit of a short post 'ere)

[Myling]

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 8 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail]

As the rat smugly took off, Fur stared down at the wound on his wrist with such utter disgust it made her feel like whatever the closet feeling to the word 'NOPE' was. "Hey! What are you looking?" Fur barked, and she quickly tore her eyes from where he was licking the bite. "Get back to hunting, you snob!" She flinched. "A-Alright," She mumbled with a bowed head.

 

[11 or below is a fail, anything above is a success!]

Roll 1 - 16
[prey=mouse]

As the rat had smirked along its hippie jippie way probably thinking something like 'L+Ratio' at Fur, it had also been screaming its lungs out in fear, as you do when you win a fight against something WAY bigger than you. So with all the prey in that area scared off for at least the rest of theyre patrol, Willowpaw was forced to move to another spot, and fur was doing his own hunting nearby like he'd done (Without me knowing) all the times she'd been hunting. Technically this place was not within the range that was considered Shadows Break, but it was close enough for Fur to allow it. She did the hunting squabble doo summon-demon-ritual dinosaur nuggets thingamabob, and a mouse was within detection range of her. And it was sure detected. It had been just out of the range of hearing to hear the shrill screech of the rat, and it was just doing mouse-ly mouse stuff without knowing the tickets-to-death-realm were lurking with non skippable ads.... in the form of cats. She tracked it. And now she could see a little tail that looked too cute to belong to anything that was meant to be eaten. But the mouse itself was something she could bring herself to nom. She focused as hard as she could, and somehow without meditation guides, it worked semi well. WAIT SHE WAS CALM NOW HOW'D SHE DO THIS SHE WAS MAGIC OR SOMETHING. Ohh and no longer calm. 'Was bound to happen eventually' whispered her mind. She gave herself two seconds to think about it and maybe contemplate her life choices before pouncing on the innocent looking tail. The tail- wait no the mouse squeaked with surprise. It turned around to face its attacker, but then realized it was not 'Just a prank bro' and started running for its life. Well, not for long. Not for long before she reeled it in by the tail. It fought viciously, but it couldn't escape her claws.

Oh wow im gonna die, thought mouse creatively.

She clamped shut on the mouses neck, blood running freely like it was a race to see who could reach the ground the fastest. Willowpaw blinked. Then she started fidgeting with her claws, it was a meezly catch, which nobody would be impressed with. And its tail had been really cute. Why couldn't the tail live on? "Hey! You actually caught something! Not completely useless after all." Fur mewed. "Lets check up on the others. I got a vole, a squirrel and a crow. With a small snort of pondering, he mewed, "How much did you get?" Willowpaw felt her face burn. She'd barely gotten anything, a decently big magpie a little mouse. "A-A mouse and a magpie," She muttered.
"Funny, funny, funn-! Wait your being serious? He sighed, "Seriously, get good." That was all he said before he took off to theyre patrol members.

Soon they were all gathered where they'd broken off from. With they're catches put together, they'd caught one magpie, two mice, one vole, one crow, one shrew, and one squirrel. They all took as much of the catch they could hold, but she'd been excused from carrying any of it. She was pretty sure it was meant as someway of mocking her, but right now, it was a relief.

She never wanted to go on patrol with Fur or any of these cats ever again.