[Myling]

 

Originally Posted by Minkuu

OX Emberfang XO
Riverclan warrior | He/she/they | Shadow Fiend [Inactive], Beefed up T1 [Inactive]

 

[Rolled 1 - Fail (very)]
BRO

Emberfang stalked a squirrel through the bushes, his eyes locked onto the thing. And, then right as he was about to take he leap and kill it, a tree branch fell near the warrior, scaring of the squirrel. And probably every other prey in the area. A scowl made it's way onto his face. His luck is disgustingly low right now. He needs to find another one. Soon.

[Rolled 16 - success]

2 times had he lost some prey, and now he had to make up for it. Waste of time, waste of energy. Had he known that tree branch was going to crack, he would've moved his spot and- what was that? His eyes locked on what seems like an rat coming out of a burrow. This was a chance. He crouched low, watching as the rat emerges from it's home. And he waited until the rat had come out of the burrow fully. Far enough so it can't hide. And then he strikes, and he caught it right before it goes back it. Hm..if there's one rat in there...would there be another..? If the rat's smart it'll stay in there...so maybe if there is one it won't come out. It doesn't seem like there could be any though.

[Rolled 19 - success]

1 vole, 1 rat. He can't come back with just two, but he had a feeling he was already spending a lot of time here. Maybe he could find just one more. But...if he was taking too long...then maybe that won't set up a good image of him...ah, why is this so hard? He just needs to get lucky one more time. And so he focuses again, slowly walking through the bushes and trees. Trying to repeat the process again. He did hear something move on the ground though...something hopefully near. The noises stopped, but he tried to remember where it came from. His left, hopefully. He stopped moving once he sees it. Ahah! His guess was correct. He broke the silence, leaping forward and biting down on it. He didn't even wait. He didn't even know what it was he was going after. Once it went limp he took a moment to actually know what it was. Another...rat? A small one...wait no it's just a mice.
[Remaining Attempts: 0]

------cough cough, the part below this line isn't important to the patrol------

Right...so he should be finish...he did tell himself that was the last one...urgh..fine, he was already getting tired anyway. Not that much, but it counts. Maybe he could go back to the clearing and just try to seek out Jayfrost after this. Wonder what the guy is doing. Though he doesn't want to see him talking to Garlicfeather of all cats in the clans. Thinking about that already makes him sick. They're not even mates anymore but why are they still talking? He didn't like seeing it. Oh right, the patrol. Jeez, why does Garlicfeather have to distract him so much? Ember should be the one talking to him, not Garlicfeather! C'mon, what did he do?

He walked back to where the patrol was supposed to meet up again, carrying the prey he caught. The warrior was not seeing Minnowsplash yet. Does this mean he still had time to hunt? Dammit! Well, it's too late to go back now, so he might as well be the one waiting. He sat down, looking out for the tom.

[ @Littlesun0112 @/Myling ]

Originally Posted by Littlesun0112

@Minkuu

MINNOWSPLASH - he/they

Minnowsplash angrily stalked towards some trees, determined to bring back a haul for their clanmates.

 

Rolled: 8
It wasn't long before Minnowsplash found their first piece of prey. A small squirrel sat on the lower branches of a tree. With some debate, Minnowsplash decided to go after it. With one paw above the other, they were nearly an arm-length away when... the squirrel moved! Exasperated, Minnowsplash made a giant leap and managed to hook the squirrel by the tail. The two fell to the ground, and Minnowsplash used the opportunity to kill the squirrel while it was dazed. Thank StarClan.

Rolled: 4
On their way back to the prey stash, Minnowsplash caught a whiff of something tasty. There! It was a small, small rabbit, much tinier than the one they'd spotted before, but a good source of meat nonetheless. Redemption time! Tearing after the rabbit, Minnowsplash barreled through a number of bushes and finally leaped upon their prey. Finally! StarClan was generous today!

Rolled: 10 (special thanks to the luck gods T-T)
Panting and exhausted, Minnowsplash carried the rabbit back towards the squirrel. They ventured out once more, trying their luck for a last piece. Crunch... crunch... A small mouse nibbled on a leaf four cat-lengths away. Minnowsplash dropped down to a crouch. Breathe, Minnowsplash. One with the grass.... one... with... grass... Suddenly, they sprang from the ground and landed upon the mouse's back. Success!

With a light pant, Minnowsplash brought the rodents and rabbit back to their patrol mate before nodding at their catch. "Nice one. I think the clan's going to be well-fed with these pieces of prey," they mewed proudly.

Bubblekite
| RiverClan Warrior | 17 Moons | Purrks: None |

He was bounding towards sleepy thicket as fast as he could, he'd been out of camp, feebly trying to catch something bigger than a shrew.

He roughly followed the scent of the patrol, but soon he stopped abruptly, seeing one of the patrol members stalking up on something he couldn't see.

He was worried he might scare away they're prey, with him being pretty big and a tiny but clumsy.

After debating for a short moment, he slowly backed away from the patrol member, and went off to do his own hunting.

 

[anything below 11 is a fail, anything above 11 is a success, rolling a d20]

[13, success]

When he was a good distance away, he lifted his muzzle into the air, hopefully scenting a decently big catch.
He felt a pang of excitement, but he forcefully replaced it with not-excited-ness, it would only making him a worse hunter, as he caught the whiff of a robin. He lowered himself into a crouch, and began stalking forward.
His eyes landed on the bird, it was pecking the ground, probably looking for worms or seeds.
He focused on it, and pounced, quickly finishing it off.

[9, fail]

He'd found a small and young rabbit a while after his other catch.
He hoped this one would be his 7th rabbit caught, he normally had trouble not alerting them to his presence.
He got closer, and closer.
He leaped at it, but it must've been too early.
The rabbit let out a shrill shriek, and bounded away at a speed he wouldn't be able to match no matter how hard he tried.
He sighed.

[17, success]

This time at the scent of prey, he immediately dropped into a crouch.
He was not about to loose another possible meal this time.
The mouse seemed to be cowering under a bush, probably alerted by the rabbits scream.
He noticed that it was a bramble bush.
Why? He thought.
He snuck up closer to the brambles, and sprang at it with a large amount of hesitation.
His pelt was ravaged by small, piercing, thorns, painfully protesting at the cat trying to get the mouse it was sheltering.
He lashed out with his claws wildly, and a blow hit its mark, the mouse screeching with pain.
It was cut short as he slashed at it again.