answering the call [lionheart search event - warriors only!]

[IDIOTICBEAN101]

Originally Posted by squidz

— STAGHEART —

very large & muscular light brown tabby tom with stark greenish-blue eyes and a torn ear; beefed up tier 1

[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 50 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, yet thoughtful; loyal to a fault ]

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Stagheart finally felt the mother beaver's weight crumple beneath him. The beast was still alive, but bleeding out. It would only be moments before it was dead, and it certainly wasn't moving from that spot.

"Finish it off if y'want," he muttered to his remaining Clanmates before launching himself towards Caveclaw to help.

[Roll: 6 | Failure!]

He attempted to leap onto the beaver kit, trying to distract it by taking some hits from its tail as the last few swipes of his attack Clanmates. He grunted from the brunt of the hits; they knocked him back and failed to get his claws on the thing, but it wasn't nearly as painful as the full-grown mother beaver's tail.

[Roll: 16 | Success!]

He went for the tail again, a bit smarter this time and weaved around its swinging arcs. He slashed wildly at the beaver kit, finally managing to break through its tough pelt. Between his distraction and the last few strikes from Caveclaw and others who came to help, he saw it go down, bleeding out from injuries.

Nodding in appreciation and fueled by adrenaline, he hared over towards Bearsnout, Pigeonpelt, and Morningmimic. "Y'need help?" He called as he skidded to a halt by the hulking form of the father beaver. He was about to jump in but honestly, by Bearsnout's lunge for the neck, it looked like he was doing just fine. Dark blood was spurting from the wound, and the buck-toothed beast looked ready to crumple.




/ @squidz - @Silverfur & Co. - @rubberRatroom - @chickadee - @IDIOTICBEAN101 - @Ladiebugg - @Blazing - figured we just gotta make sure we finish off the father beaver and we're done! hooray!

Caveclaw-She/They


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After Stagheart went to help the others with the male Beaver, Caveclaw made sure the beaver kit was completely dead, giving it a good chomp on the throat. She would rather no unnecessary risk of it somehow surviving.
Once she finished that, they made their way beside Stagheart "Do we need to assist in this or are they good?" Caveclaw asked, claws out just in case.


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@squidz - @Silverfur & Co - @rubberRatroom - @chickadee - @IDIOTICBEAN101 - @Ladiebugg- @Blazing

[Silverfur & Co]

Originally Posted by squidz

— STAGHEART —

very large & muscular light brown tabby tom with stark greenish-blue eyes and a torn ear; beefed up tier 1

[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 50 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, yet thoughtful; loyal to a fault ]

—

Stagheart finally felt the mother beaver's weight crumple beneath him. The beast was still alive, but bleeding out. It would only be moments before it was dead, and it certainly wasn't moving from that spot.

"Finish it off if y'want," he muttered to his remaining Clanmates before launching himself towards Caveclaw to help.

[Roll: 6 | Failure!]

He attempted to leap onto the beaver kit, trying to distract it by taking some hits from its tail as the last few swipes of his attack Clanmates. He grunted from the brunt of the hits; they knocked him back and failed to get his claws on the thing, but it wasn't nearly as painful as the full-grown mother beaver's tail.

[Roll: 16 | Success!]

He went for the tail again, a bit smarter this time and weaved around its swinging arcs. He slashed wildly at the beaver kit, finally managing to break through its tough pelt. Between his distraction and the last few strikes from Caveclaw and others who came to help, he saw it go down, bleeding out from injuries.

Nodding in appreciation and fueled by adrenaline, he hared over towards Bearsnout, Pigeonpelt, and Morningmimic. "Y'need help?" He called as he skidded to a halt by the hulking form of the father beaver. He was about to jump in but honestly, by Bearsnout's lunge for the neck, it looked like he was doing just fine. Dark blood was spurting from the wound, and the buck-toothed beast looked ready to crumple.




/ @squidz - @Silverfur & Co. - @rubberRatroom - @chickadee - @IDIOTICBEAN101 - @Ladiebugg - @Blazing - figured we just gotta make sure we finish off the father beaver and we're done! hooray!

{Rolled 18}

Snowstripe raced over to help and by the looks of it beansnout had it but she stood by to make sure she wasn't needed

[lark.]

Blackfrost
50 moons • RiverClan warrior • she/her
long-furred, mostly black tortoiseshell she-cat with sharp blue eyes

From her position on one side of the riverbank, Blackfrost could see the others' progress as she herself worked. As each group cleared more mud and sticks away, the water flow increased more and more. Cherryswirl called Mudsmoke and Minnowsplash down from up top, which Blackfrost took as a go ahead to throw caution to the wind.

With a new furor, she wrenched sticks apart with tooth and claw. When she finally felt it coming apart easier with the help of the waterflow, she backed up. Double checking that no one was still on top of the dam, she reared onto her hind legs and came back down with all her weight and strength. She felt an inscrutably small shift as her front paws came down. Not pausing to think, she did this again, and again, until finally, the whole section began to slide with an ominous crunching rumble...

sorry if I'm moving too fast, I just wanted to get things wrapped up since it ends tomorrow! <3

@lark. - Blackfrost |
@Littlesun0112 - Minnowsplash |
@kittycatburmise - Irisfrost |
@Morrigan - Silkwisp |
@Zei - Martenburr |
@Dust - Cherryswirl
@burntToast - Mudsmoke |

[Littlesun0112]

@Littlesun0112 - Minnowsplash | @kittycatburmise - Irisfrost | @Morrigan - Silkwisp | @Zei - Martenburr | @Dust - Cherryswirl @burntToast - Mudsmoke | @lark. - Blackfrost |

(Is this rushed? Absolutely.)
As Minnowsplash heard Cherryswirl’s call, they turned to catch Mudsmoke’s eye. Seeing mutual agreement, they hopped down from the dam. Even though much of the dam was still intact, trickles of water flowed through the many gaps. Minnowsplash nodded at their work in pride. Give it a moon or three, and the whole thing was sure to be gone. They looked towards the other cats in the group and waited for the others to comment.