Frostmelt
|he/him|purrks: N/A|moons: 17| riverclan warrior|
"dulce bellum inexpertis" ~ War is sweet to those who have never fought.
"Factus sum sicut homo sine adjutorio, inter mortuuos liber." ~ I have become like a person without help, living among the dead.
He nodded slightly. “I-I am.. uh.. not the best at.. hunting,” he mumbled quickly. But he could at least teach the apprentice the basics. He stopped fumbling with the dirt and looked up at the apprentice. For as confident as she was, she didn’t know how to hunt? He walked a bit to find a more clear area, and to get away from the apprentice for a moment. “You know.. how to pounce at.. uh.. least, right?” He asked her, this voice still low. When he caught the scent of a mouse he quickly turn his attention to finding it. He followed his nose until he saw the mouse, which then he stayed quiet until he was ready to leap. Which he did and caught the mouse swiftly, this first clean catch, ever. The mouse wriggled, threatening to get away. He quickly bit the mouse head and carried it back the short way. He dropped the mouse and waited for the apprentices response.
"'Course I can pounce, even a kit knows that much..." she muttered the latter half of the sentence under her breath. There was no point upsetting Frostmelt with snide comments if she could avoid it, though holding her tongue was harder than the silver molly had anticipated. Silently, she follows behind her warrior escort and watches as he pounces on a mouse. It's not... quite a lesson, but she hungrily watches his moves, the way he keeps his body parallel to the ground, trying to drink in everything he was doing and commit it to memory. When he looks back to her she simply flicks an ear in acknowledgement of the demonstration and raises her nose to the sky to find something of her own to hunt down.
[roll to catch: 12 - slim success]
It's not long before the scent of another rodent fills her nose, and Wrenpaw is mimicking the way Frostmelt stalked his mouse, keeping her body low to the ground and her tail still behind her, mindful of the feathery fur that drops down from it in a curtain. Soon, she's locking eyes on a vole, scrabbling around in the dirt and grass and leaf litter. Wrenpaw takes a moment to examine it, to watch how it moves, but she doesn't waste another moment on that, because a breath later, she pounces. At first, she's almost convinced it's going to get away from her, but she digs her claws in further and makes a grab for its neck, killing the thing swiftly.
'Not too bad!' She thinks to herself as she carries her catch back to Frostmelt, awaiting his verdict while also putting her vole with his mouse. "How was that?" She asks him once her mouth is free of prey, clear blue eyes blinking at him in calm consultation. She knows she must have done well, but she stamps down on the pride bubbling in her chest. Pride could be her death one day, she's not letting it get out of paw now.
"'Course I can pounce, even a kit knows that much..." she muttered the latter half of the sentence under her breath. There was no point upsetting Frostmelt with snide comments if she could avoid it, though holding her tongue was harder than the silver molly had anticipated. Silently, she follows behind her warrior escort and watches as he pounces on a mouse. It's not... quite a lesson, but she hungrily watches his moves, the way he keeps his body parallel to the ground, trying to drink in everything he was doing and commit it to memory. When he looks back to her she simply flicks an ear in acknowledgement of the demonstration and raises her nose to the sky to find something of her own to hunt down.
[roll to catch: 12 - slim success]
It's not long before the scent of another rodent fills her nose, and Wrenpaw is mimicking the way Frostmelt stalked his mouse, keeping her body low to the ground and her tail still behind her, mindful of the feathery fur that drops down from it in a curtain. Soon, she's locking eyes on a vole, scrabbling around in the dirt and grass and leaf litter. Wrenpaw takes a moment to examine it, to watch how it moves, but she doesn't waste another moment on that, because a breath later, she pounces. At first, she's almost convinced it's going to get away from her, but she digs her claws in further and makes a grab for its neck, killing the thing swiftly.
'Not too bad!' She thinks to herself as she carries her catch back to Frostmelt, awaiting his verdict while also putting her vole with his mouse. "How was that?" She asks him once her mouth is free of prey, clear blue eyes blinking at him in calm consultation. She knows she must have done well, but she stamps down on the pride bubbling in her chest. Pride could be her death one day, she's not letting it get out of paw now.
Frostmelt
|he/him|purrks: N/A|moons: 17| riverclan warrior|
"dulce bellum inexpertis" ~ War is sweet to those who have never fought.
"Factus sum sicut homo sine adjutorio, inter mortuuos liber." ~ I have become like a person without help, living among the dead.
He gave a small smile to her. “That— was much better.. then I could usually do,” he mumbled quietly with a hint of happiness. He hadn’t really helped her but she did so well! He nodded to her and flicked his ear around to listen to any prey, then let his nose do the rest. The smell of a pigeon filled his scenes, he turned in the direction he smelt it and looked around. His ears flattened when he saw it in the tree. He took a deep breath and made his way to the tree, quietly. He stood in a shaded area covered by leaves, hopefully the pigeon couldn’t see him.
(Rolled a 17 - nice catch )
He slowly made his way onto the tree, closer… closer.. before pouncing on it and killing it swiftly. Be brought it back and waited for the apprentice.
(Sorry short post, I am sick)
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Frostmelt
|he/him|purrks: N/A|moons: 17| riverclan warrior|
"dulce bellum inexpertis" ~ War is sweet to those who have never fought.
"Factus sum sicut homo sine adjutorio, inter mortuuos liber." ~ I have become like a person without help, living among the dead.
He gave a small smile to her. “That— was much better.. then I could usually do,” he mumbled quietly with a hint of happiness. He hadn’t really helped her but she did so well! He nodded to her and flicked his ear around to listen to any prey, then let his nose do the rest. The smell of a pigeon filled his scenes, he turned in the direction he smelt it and looked around. His ears flattened when he saw it in the tree. He took a deep breath and made his way to the tree, quietly. He stood in a shaded area covered by leaves, hopefully the pigeon couldn’t see him.
(Rolled a 17 - nice catch )
He slowly made his way onto the tree, closer… closer.. before pouncing on it and killing it swiftly. Be brought it back and waited for the apprentice.
Wren takes the praise with a nod and a slight smile, happy to have done well for her first time. Slatestripe will be pleased she knows a thing or two about land hunting now. She herself is pleased, and swishes her feathery tail in satisfaction. She wants to catch at least one thing more before heading back to camp, ideally they come back with three pieces of prey each, but if not it's fine. Not ideal, but fine. Dusklion would understand, hell, Dusk would probably share her frustration at having to rope an originally uninvolved warrior into this patrol. Maybe Wren should apologize for scorning the Lionheart... no. No way. There's still a sour taste in her mouth when she thinks of her outburst.
[roll to catch: 16 - success]
Sniffing again, Wrenpaw notices a familiar smell, mouse... just like the one Frostmelt caught first. Swishing her tail, she puts her nose to the ground and follows the creature's scent, catching sight of it near a hole in a tree stump. Its burrow, maybe? Whatever, it doesn't really matter, Wren will just have to make sure it doesn't dash inside. Luck seems to be on her side, though, because the mouse seems dumb and slow and doesn't notice her at all when she pounces, killing it swiftly right outside its front door.
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Female, 27 Moons
RIVERCLAN - Warrior
A long-furred, gray and white bicolor tabby with piercing orange eyes.
Family: Sister of Blackfeather.
It was a little frightening by herself suddenly. No Teardrop to help her escape if a fox nipped at her, and no one to pull her out of the river... But fishing was the best she had. Swallowing, she puffed out her annoyingly long fur and kept her head high as she trotted to the river.
In a few moment her lonely form emerged from the grass, and she looked down into the raging surface.
Cold...
She remembered that strange peace as she choked on the flowing force of the water. The freezing touch that managed to get through her double-coat was easy to feel once more. But she hadn't been afraid of it...
"Feels rather dark to think about it all like that," she chuckled nervously to herself. Feeling a dreadful sense that she didn't know her own self very well.
A sudden wretch and coughing fit shuddered her body. It took her mind from the questions, and she shook herself out once it ended, shrugging it off. Her lungs couldn't handle a long run before quite as well as others, but just running nowadays caused these little fits.
She curled her fluffy tail close.
She knew this was only supposed to be her, but she wanted Blackfeather by her side. Teardrop was kind, but he wasn't her sister. However, Blackfeather didn't seem to be the same sister she knew either. Something had changed. Those loving big-sister-"I'll protect you"-eyes, had gone dark, and cold.
Shaking her head, she realized many easy catches had already swum by. Just like her to start staring at an important moment. This could determine if she stayed or not in the clan! And here she was... thinking about her sister..
After a while of waiting and snatching, she had four acceptable catches, after throwing a strange looking one back in.
(+4 Fish)
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Blackfrost had been in the area. As it seemed was the case with many warriors, she was doing what she could to support her clan in a time of such turmoil. She had gone out to hunt, and had been keeping an eye out for herbs simultaneously. Unfortunately for her goal of stocking both the fresh-kill pile and the medicine den, her outing was very quickly sidetracked.
The big tortoiseshell she-cat had come this direction for the prey and the plants. She was all geared up and ready for a productive day when she caught wind of a familiar scent, just before her ears picked up several hard thumps and painful grunts.
Spinning on her paws, her icy blue eyes rakes the area just in time to watch Roseshard's pelt hit the ground at the foot of a freestanding tree. Her heart fell to her stomach.
Rushing over, she nudged at the tom gently, not wanting to aggravate any injuries. "Roseshard!" she called sharply. "Are you alright? Are you very hurt?" She paused, desperate to keep a level head. "Roseshard, can you hear me?"
The first thing to come back to him was his hearing. He could hear the concerned mewing of a clan-mate, though it was muffled as if he had sheep-fluff in his ears. None of it made sense. Why couldn't his clan-mate shut up, couldn't she see he was sleeping?
Then came the pain, and with it came clarity, like a claw through cobwebs. He began to realise that something was wrong. This was not his nest.
He cracked open his eyes; sleepy blur battling with creeping darkness. He let out a guttural cough, bile forming in the back of his throat.
Stifling a groan against the pain, he hauled himself upright and gazed blearily at the cat in front of him. Memory came back in flashes -bushy grey tail, green leaves, the ground raising up to meet him. He could feel a lump on his head growing to the size of an egg.
//Yo, not sure if you saw my request or not, but could she test him for amnesia or something? Like, I need him to start questioning who he is n' stuff, lol
Redmire scowled again. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." She sniffed. "I don't think, I do. The actions, they just-" she wiggled her toes in the air "-happen. It's so weird."
As Owltalon scooped up a pebble, Redmire rolled back to her feet. "I didn't say innocent cats," she grumbled. "But fine." Once the stones were stacked, she lined up, tongue sticking out, and whacked the other stone with a forepaw. It struck the corner of the stack and they fell with a clatter.
`~Owltalon
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"Are you listening, starchild?"
Owltalon strained her good eye to see that Fadingsun leapt off the Floodstone. Huh, that quick? She wondered what else she had missed during the meeting, but the thought didn't bother her.
"All done," she said mostly to herself as she lifted herself to her paws and stretched. "C'mon, I've gotta escort ya back into camp. Stay close, kay?"
Shs didn't say a word more and she trotted back to Riverclan camp. Redmire wasn't that bad, but she was certainly impulsive and very pessimistic. Well, at least they had impulsiveness as a trait that they shared...
"Good shot." Owltalon said perhaps a bit too far into the conversation.
(I think this is all done! No need to respond but if you wanna, go ahead!)
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The first thing to come back to him was his hearing. He could hear the concerned mewing of a clan-mate, though it was muffled as if he had sheep-fluff in his ears. None of it made sense. Why couldn't his clan-mate shut up, couldn't she see he was sleeping?
Then came the pain, and with it came clarity, like a claw through cobwebs. He began to realise that something was wrong. This was not his nest.
He cracked open his eyes; sleepy blur battling with creeping darkness. He let out a guttural cough, bile forming in the back of his throat.
Stifling a groan against the pain, he hauled himself upright and gazed blearily at the cat in front of him. Memory came back in flashes -bushy grey tail, green leaves, the ground raising up to meet him. He could feel a lump on his head growing to the size of an egg.
//Yo, not sure if you saw my request or not, but could she test him for amnesia or something? Like, I need him to start questioning who he is n' stuff, lol
Blackfrost
Blackfrost winced sympathetically at Roseshard's stiff, painful movements. She watched him with a critical eye, keeping watch for any injuries. A quiet hiss escaped at the lump on his head — that didn't look good... Noticing the way his gaze seemed unfocused, her eyes narrowed in growing suspicion.
"Do you remember what you were doing?" she asked sharply, and without preamble. If she knew anything about medicine, it was that head injuries were critical — both potentially fatal and threatening to a cat's memory. If he happened to know the answers anyway, it would only serve to clear up the situation.
"Why were you up the tree? How did you fall?" She watched him for a reaction. She didn't want to overwhelm him too badly — that bump wasn't getting any better.
Owltalon strained her good eye to see that Fadingsun leapt off the Floodstone. Huh, that quick? She wondered what else she had missed during the meeting, but the thought didn't bother her.
"All done," she said mostly to herself as she lifted herself to her paws and stretched. "C'mon, I've gotta escort ya back into camp. Stay close, kay?"
Shs didn't say a word more and she trotted back to Riverclan camp. Redmire wasn't that bad, but she was certainly impulsive and very pessimistic. Well, at least they had impulsiveness as a trait that they shared...
"Good shot." Owltalon said perhaps a bit too far into the conversation.
(I think this is all done! No need to respond but if you wanna, go ahead!)
Redmire's ears twitched and she looked back up at Owltalon, silently debating if it was even worth it following the Lionheart back to camp. Wasn't like there was anything for her to do there, other than get glared at by idiots and then curse said idiots out for glaring. While not entirely boring, it was very redundant, and would probably get her smacked upside the head if any of the kits heard the sort of language she was using.
Maybe she'd just put it to Fadingsun instead. And maybe she could do it in a way that didn't end up with getting her ears clawed off, because yeesh, Redmire was grumpy but she sure wasn't that grumpy.
"Don't worry, it's not like I plan on running off anywhere." She abandoned the pebbles without a second thought, following Owltalon back to camp.
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