...So it seemed it would just be her and Goldfish on this herb patrol. The frustration the deputy felt was quelled a bit as she watched her companion jump back after picking up a rock only to have a family of ants spill out. "Should've named you Goldleap with reflexes like that," Dusklion purred in amusement as she glanced around one last time to see if the rest of their patrol was making their way over - to which it seemed like no.
Waving her tail the deputy turned and started to rummage around Rugged Range for any other herbs they could bring back. There wasn't much on the more gravelly parts of the terrain, so Dusk stuck towards the treeline. Upon doing so and coming across a fallen log, the deputy discovered a patch of marigold springing up. Three this time instead of just two to pluck. Retrieving the plant from its spot the deputy added it in with her two coltsfoot, transferring the stems to her mouth for easier carrying.
She lifted her head to look up at Goldfish, then around at other spots wondering if there was anything else to pick up.
[ Goldfish - @zBlaze ]
[ looks like its just these two for the patrol! ]
the silver tomcat prowled across the oaken bridge, golden eyes scanning over the rising steam that seemed to shroud this entire section of riverclan territory at all times. the hot, wet air sank into his long fur, tugging somewhat uncomfortably on his pelt. it likely would not be long before the humidity drained the warrior of his comfort and energy, but that was far from his mind as he opened his maw, letting the tempting scents of the territory flood his palette. mice, lizards, and just as owltalon predicted - birds. he gave an eager lash of his tail, flexing his claws briefly, before locking in on the scent of a sparrow.
"quick. how many birds do you think i can catch?" he asked, throwing owltalon a glance over his shoulder. mischief danced in his golden gaze - and beneath it, determination.
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the silver tomcat prowled across the oaken bridge, golden eyes scanning over the rising steam that seemed to shroud this entire section of riverclan territory at all times. the hot, wet air sank into his long fur, tugging somewhat uncomfortably on his pelt. it likely would not be long before the humidity drained the warrior of his comfort and energy, but that was far from his mind as he opened his maw, letting the tempting scents of the territory flood his palette. mice, lizards, and just as owltalon predicted - birds. he gave an eager lash of his tail, flexing his claws briefly, before locking in on the scent of a sparrow.
"quick. how many birds do you think i can catch?" he asked, throwing owltalon a glance over his shoulder. mischief danced in his golden gaze - and beneath it, determination.
`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\43 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
Ah yes, Haven Springs. She'd forgotten how hot this place was. Man, now was a pretty bad time to have a thick pelt, wasn't it? She trotted into the area, keeping Icehawk in close proximity. She was half blind after all.
Owltalon opened her jaws, trying to catch the promise of prey. She did, fortunately, and the thought of a successful hunt was now on the horizon. But she did smell one thing in particular. Sparrow. With a flick of her ear, she turned to address the warrior, but he spoke first. She assumed that meant he'd smelt it himself. Well, no shame in that! She'd just have to be a bit quicker.
As golden eyes settled onto her own, her maw split into a smile followed by a laugh. "As many as you're claws can find, aye chap? If ya need any help talkin' down that bird of yours, make sure ya ask me!"
For the time being though, Owltalon would watch him hunt the bird, see his skill level maybe. No reason not to. Then the excitement would start. Also, she wanted to make sure he actually caught it. She had faith in Icehawk, but birds were tricky for everycat.
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icehawk's fangs unfurled in a broad, toothy smirk. "keep an ear out. it might get ugly," he purred humorously, before twisting on his hind paws and trotting along the tantalizing scent trail leading him deeper into the hot springs. the warm earth thudded beneath the soft pads on his large paws, quivering with the steady heartbeat of the earth, the rushing rivers winding through his land. his ears swiveled forward, tall and focused, all humor and blithe shedding from his consciousness as instincts slowly commandeered him with every step further along the trail. it did not take long before the tomcat's whiskers brushed along a sense of closeness that had him dropping to the earth, his crouching form slightly higher than normal to accommodate the long silver tabby hairs of his coat. he may not be as low as one would instruct an apprentice to be to ensure a successful hunt, but it was worse to be heard by your prey, than seen, in his book.
on silent, shifting steps, icehawk crept forward, the scent of the sparrow lulling him, inspiring a clawing hunger born of his ancestry, his primal ethos. he curled his tail along his spine to prevent it from brushing along any of the foliage that concealed him- crucial, due to the pale, striking hue of his fur. and eventually, when that hunger dared to splice him in two, he saw it - a flash of brown and black feathers pecking at the roots of a tree.
his eyes narrowed in keen concentration. time eddied and bent around him as his world shrunk to the space between him and that sparrow. it could have been seconds between each falling step eliminating the gap between the two of them - it could have been minutes. hours. but when that sparrow was within the reach of his claws, nothing mattered to the tom but one thing. catching it.
haunches tensing, icehawk waited a long moment for the world to settle around the sparrow. for it to find safety in the rustling leaves and bouncing branches surrounding it.
then, he struck.
in an explosion of power from his hind legs, the tomcat lunged towards the small bird. but just as icehawk landed squarely where the sparrow stood, a fluster of feathers brushed his nose. it was flying away! he hissed in frustration as his eyes caught the creature mid-air, threateningly close to the extent of his reach. he tensed his limbs again, launching himself after it - but not even his outstretched paw was quick enough the catch the little bird as it fluttered high into the trees. into safety.
icehawk landed neatly on his paws, fluffy tail lashing in a final diffusion of frustation. with a taut sigh, he looked back to owltalon, conjuring as sly, yet no doubt embarrassed a grin. "i might need that help after all, ma'am."
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