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https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachmen...2e4d78b3df10d& Redhawk She/they | 29 moons | Ultimate Predator • The Collector • Kitty Softpaws [inactive] Violetfreckle's death and subsequent aliving had hung over Redhawk like a wet badger pelt. She had gotten some reprieve at night with the help of Mudhound, but as she woke in the morning the thoughts and voices were still there. So, out she headed towards Cattail Pond. It was no secret that Violet had originally been from RiverClan. If anyone asked her, the gray-furred she-cat was just as much ThunderClan as Red was - but that didn't mean she had to leave behind everything she had once known as home. |
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https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachmen...2e4d78b3df10d& Redhawk She/they | 29 moons | Ultimate Predator • The Collector • Kitty Softpaws [inactive] ...Were there even any fish in the pond yet? Redhawk wasn't entirely certain as she peered closer. Where she had landed there was a crack, so maybe she could use that to break through and snag a fish? She didn't need a lot - just one big one or two small ones. Something to bring to Violetfreckle to keep her hopes up. Tentatively again she placed a paw on the ice, using a bit more pressure. A thin line shot out from under her paw back towards the edge of the pond and her gaze widened. Maybe she could break the ice...? |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=41690 | Sprucepaw | Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Inactive Paws as soft as he padded through the snow as the former kittypet followed after the golden tom, his emotionless stare befitting his current numbness. Every time he left the safety - hah, that was a laugh - of the camp walls of late and he encountered this frosted over hellscape he had to wonder why he had ever wanted to leave the only slightly warmer dens prior to stepping outside. Seriously. He was over winter. It was cold, stale, cold, boring to look at... and did he mention cold? Because good heavens was it cold... Thankfully there would be no stingers in this whole operation, because to be honest he may have just had to call it quits right there and then. Forget this whole place. Frosted toes that you could also not walk on because the leaves had claws and liked to attack? Nope. That was his cue to leave right there and then. Failing to pay attention to his surroundings as he let his mind wander, Fudge's ears perked up when he heard Duke Gold speak, emerald orbs flickering towards the pond as the tom spoke. It was tempting... to simply go for the moss. Easy work and be back in camp in a flash. But... who in their right mind would choose the potential to get wet gathering greenery when they could climb the trees and be a hero with cobwebs? Forget the hero and cobwebs part. He just wanted to climb! It was the best part of any day, and the warrior's challenge only served to make it all the more tantalizing. He'd been climbing - and destroying - the sleek, flat surfaces of the housefolk nest he was born in since he'd been able to walk. He would master this icy tree as well, make no mistake of that! Whiskers twitching with excitement, the chocolate point walked towards the base of a tree, placing a paw upon it as he gazed towards the top of the copse. The side of his mouth uplifting ever so slightly in the closest the apprentice ever came to a smile, he turned pointedly towards the older feline, making a motion with his head. He thought his silent gesture was clear. He was climbing this tree. If Duke Gold wanted to go splash by frozen pond water he was free to do so. This former kittypet, however, was built for heights! Still, he supposed a word wouldn't be out of place here. These clan cats liked everything verbally confirmed from what he'd seen, and the last thing he wanted was The Boulder hearing he wasn't being a model apprentice. He'd worked hard to have his mentor understand his levels of genius. One unspoken misunderstanding was not going to be the end of that! "Clamber," he stated, before turning his attention back to the trunk. [Dice Roll - 3] With no more needing to be stated, Fudge took off, a mighty leap propelling him skyward as he unsheathed his claws, digging into... nothing. Evidently, his lack of focus got the better of him, and unable to sink his claws into the thicker ice where he'd chosen to climb, his paw slid, throwing his aim off with his nose soon getting an up close and personal encounter with the frost covered trunk before he fell heavily to the piled snow below. Well then... that certainly did not go to plan. What were the odds this could stay between Duke Gold and just him? Considering how much the star worshippers liked to gossip, he had to guess not very high. Had he already mentioned how much he hated winter? Because he. Hated. Winter. @Jayvines [Lioncrest] | I promise the lad will get the cobwebs next post once I activate his Agatha Kitty so he can actually pay attention to things. The dice roll was just so much the usual dice roll he gets I couldn't help but bruising his ego again. :laughing: | |
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Blacknight padded to the cattail pond with Mosspaw. “Now, I know we aren’t riverclan but it’s still important you know how to swim, in case of an emergency.” Blacknight meowed. @~MothDust~
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=41690 | Sprucepaw | Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Active Dark tail tapping irritably on the white, powdery snow, the apprentice lifted his head after a moment's silence only to find that Duke Gold had gone on his merry way. What's this? No checking in to make sure he was alright? No mockery of his obvious mistake? Hmm... Perhaps Duke Gold hadn't noticed. And if they had, maybe they were the rare type of cat who didn't stick his nose into every little thing? Ignore it and forget about it type of warrior? If so, then he was in luck! Maybe this little mishap wouldn't make it back to The Boulder after all! The possibility of being able to still go back to camp with a potentially good impression made and therefore good news going back towards his mentor lighting a fire in his chest, Fudge turned his attention back towards the trunk, his gaze critical this time. Focused. Taking note of every dip in the trunk. Every crack in the bark. Every frost covered section that was rendered useless to him. Adding to the challenge ahead. He'd meant it before. He had no intention of being defeated by this overbearing and frosted over scrap of vegetation. He would have those cobwebs, so help him! He'd been named by these star worshipers for a tree of all things! Meaning he had something to prove, if only to himself. Not for them. Not for the star worshipers that had no doubt named him for the color of his fur. No. For himself. To prove that he could surpass whatever plans these cats had for him. Go beyond their expectations. Because to hell with the fact that he had been born a kittypet. He'd survived. He'd made it this far. And he would not be felled by some stupid, old tree! [Dice Roll - 16] Sharp eyes finding their mark, Fudge leaped, claws unsheathed as he grasped the cool bark and clambered skyward, his footing secure. Lacking any and all hesitation he so often displayed on the ground. Once he'd arrived at the first, sturdy branch, he paused, looking about for his prey. Spiders. Or rather their nests. It made sense that they would climb higher to find food for the winter... assuming they ate at all during the colder months. Come to think of it, he hadn't found many a bug around ever since the snow had taken over the ground. [Dice Roll - 13] Leaping from branch to branch, the young tom soon found what he was looking for. Cold, frosted, and frayed, the web looked to have been abandoned for some time now. The lack of bugs had left it in relatively good condition, however, and with a calculated snap, the nine moon old tom broke off the tip of the branch it protruded from. He wouldn't be able to climb down if one of his paws was filled with the sticky substance, and he very much doubted that the herb cat apprentice wanted the cobweb all stepped on and broken, anyways. Not only that... but he would need to find more if he expected to show off how good he'd gotten at being awesome to his mentor. [Dice Rolls - 7 / 10 / 8 / 20] Turned out finding cobwebs was a lot harder than he'd expected. Which was odd. He was so sure he kept having to clean his fur to get rid of the blasted things whenever he stepped so much as a paw out of the camp during fall. Maybe they just hated winter. Which... you know. He could respect that. Winter could bite his tail for all he cared. He just wanted to get it over and done with. So did the spiders. Which was a problem... because he needed webs. Now. About to give up after finding two particularly sad looking cobwebs with barely a strand on them, Fudge began his downward decent, only to have the light flicker between the leafless branches and catch his eyes, emerald hues turning with annoyance at the source of his disruption. Deadpanned expression suddenly turned round as he saw them. Glistening in the light with only a snowflake or two atop them. Not one, but two webs in pristine condition! So much silk in them, they would be useful for sure! With expert hops and leaps, the Havana Brown mix made it to the branch, careful to twist that one as well, rolling the loose strands into a wad to ensure they reached the camp in one piece. [Dice Roll - 20] It was with that same grace that the apprentice made his way down, easily finding the nooks and crannies to grip as he focused on his decent, the three cobwebs he'd found grasped tightly on the branches in his mouth. With one final leap, the chocolate point landed on the ground, much more graceful than his earlier folly. And what was best, he didn't have to go anywhere to find Duke Gold. The tom had obviously had luck finding moss by the water, and had evidently not fallen in... so you know... good for him. Narrowing his eyes only slightly, he twitched his tail, dipping his head as he padded towards the tom. He hoped the gesture was enough for the warrior to understand he was done. Much as he loathed speaking unnecessarily, it went doubly so for when he had unappetizing sticks in his mouth coated with even more unappetizing, sticky matter that he had no designs on feasting upon today... or any other day for that matter. | +3 Cobwebs | @Jayvines [Lioncrest] | Thank you! I find him amusing to write... he's such an angry little lad. :laughing: Rolled to see if he would find five cobwebs... which he did not for the most part, but a 20 at the end and a 20 for his roll to get down from the tree - I promise I was not looking forward to a nat 1 for him falling off or for any of his cobweb searching to have him plop back to the ground, no sirree :whistle: - means he at least found 3 cobwebs and made a perfect decent so... no more fun for- erm... good luck for him today overall! | |
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Wren'Wheat trots into here, shy and scared. "H-Hewwo...?" She mews, "Anyone here...?" She shyly looks around, nervous. She's new to this clanlife, that's for sure. She seems like she's gone through alot too, with all the scars she has.
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Redhawk She/they | 30 moons | ThunderClan Warrior [ Ultimate Predator • The Collector • Kitty Softpaws ] Padding swiftly after the patrol leader - a cat she felt closer to purely because of the bond they shared from that horrendous creature they had faced a little bit ago - Redhawk kept Treepaw in sight the whole time as she scented the air. With the frost starting to thaw barely, she had hopes that prey would start to come out of the woodwork. |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=45086 [Treepaw] | Trees Friend ThunderClan Apprentice Silver Tongue Treepaw nodded towards Fernwillow, following instructions and sticking close to the warrior. The apprentice crouched down low, following after her as she practiced her stalking. She had no hunting experience and was solely relying on Fernwillow to lead by example. @tallulah @Micanomancy |
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Redhawk She/they | 30 moons | ThunderClan Warrior [ Ultimate Predator • The Collector • Kitty Softpaws ] Seeing the all clear sign from Fernwillow put her mind at ease and Redhawk buried her mouse before seeing if she could scent anything else around the area. There wasn't much except for a faint trace of... somethin. Stalking carefully towards it, navigating her way around some scattered branches that must've fallen, she took notice of a robin perched among the roots of a tree up ahead. Her mouth watered at the sight but she kept her focus on the bird as each paw moved slowly and silently. |
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Because Bumba trusted her, for some reason. She hadn’t done anything personally to him but he still found a former RiverClan cat's company to be... strange. Even if she was ThunderClan now. Bumba's friend, though he knew that was a gross simplification. "Any reason why I shouldn't?" he absently flicked his paw in the water, intentionally sending droplets scattered her way. "Figured if you fish could do it, I could too." |
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He didn't miss the mildly irked look, and was pretty pleased to see his water attack worked. Good to know! ... Wolfpaw eyed the nearby mud slush but decided he probably shouldn't poke that bear too much. Not yet, at least.
".. Well, I don't think many of us fully grasp how dire our food supply being sabotaged was." A clenched jaw, forcibly unleashed. "If we wanna survive, we're gonna have to go against our nature. Fishing isn't ideal but if.. if we can adapt, and have it as an option, it's gonna be harder to hurt our food supply." The other Clans would assume ThunderClan had to rely on land and air prey, the possibility of fish would never occur to them. In the event of another territory poisoning, their water would likely be untouched - and ThunderClan would survive, remain strong. "i don't wanna see a repeat." His gaze fell over the rippling water, where the silhouettes of fish danced just beneath the surface. Wolfpaw never considered himself terribly prideful -- not in a sinful way, but damn it was hard to swallow the pit of stubbornness lodged in his throat. For all his apprehensions, he was too rational to not recognize an opportunity to actually learn. Sure, he could smack the water around all day. It might give him a workout, but odds were he'd just scare the fish. Violetfreckle.. meant that he could master the art in a fraction of the time. A baited breath. Then, he lifted his eyes to meet hers. "Can you?" [ @vellichor ] |
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Skunkstrike 36 Moons She/Her Beefed Up Herb Patrol --------------------- Skunkstrike padded along the trail toward Cattail Pond, squinting to peer around for those pretty golden flowers. Her tail was held high, plumy and thick, and as the fur fanned out, it very much did look like a skunk was prowling through the foliage. "Natural camouflage," She chuckled and turned her head to the side, grinning at Sprucepaw. "You know most predators, unless really hungry, will avoid skunks entirely, right? No meal is worth getting a bath in noxious gas. Most of the time. Once had a fox stalk me for a whooole day trying to figure out if I was really a skunk or not." She laughed, shaking out her thick pelt and fluffing it up to fight the cold chill. "Realized I wasn't a real skunk when it got bored or brave enough to test its luck. Sadly, it wasn't stink that stung its nose and eyes that day!" She laughed again, but her ear pricked, and she cried out, "Ooh! Flowers! And I see gold ones!" As if she hadn't just been chatting away to Sprucepaw, Skunkstrike bounded off to gather the pretty flowers. The large black and white warrior stopped beside a low-growing patch of marigold, and with a claw, she cut the blossoms down near the root. If the root stayed, more would grow, right? Right. [+3 Marigold] @Alchemist Kitsune |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=41690 | Sprucepaw | Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Inactive Walking besides the dark warrior, Fudge had gotten used to the pleasant silence that had formed between them... until he heard Stinky speak up once more, coaxing his blank stare to shift in her direction, head remaining unmoving as he did so. She was... bubbly. Very bubbly. Laughed a lot. That was odd. With all the death and all the anger he constantly saw in ThunderClan, finding one so obviously pleased with her lot in life - or oblivious to the cruelties of life... although for once that did not seem to be the case - was odd. He could feel his brow raising as he assessed her, placing her perhaps a bit closer to The Boulder's side of ThunderClan in his mind for now. The star worshippers were strange to him, but he thought he was finally starting to make some level of connection in regards to how they acted. To what drove them. There were two bands so far. The Angry lot. The ones that seemed to be very much like the leader. Murder monsters with little regard to lives outside of their own. They were the cats that reminded him the most of city cats. The ones that had beaten him for fun to see how long it took him to stop crying. It was funny, really... He'd run away from the city to escape those felines... to survive. Yet it was what he'd learned from dealing with those bullies that had enabled him to survive here. And then there was The Boulder lot. The ones who were too kind. Too merciful. Too sweet to really belong. He'd only met two cats like this so far. The Boulder themselves and Chatty. Noticing Stinky now, however, he had to wonder... were there more he simply hadn't noticed in his time within the clan? Fudge didn't like the idea of making friends like The Boulder had implored him to do. Didn't see the point. Most cats seem to vanish or be killed by Angry herself. If anything, it seemed like a dumb way to gain weaknesses. Cats that could be used against you to make you do things that were against your best interests. It was easier to survive by yourself than be tied down by others, after all. And yet even with this mentality, the young apprentice couldn't find it in himself to treat this weaker band of cats ill. To think any worse of them. Because really... what would that gain him? Nothing... It would simply turn him into the same ruthless monster that he'd feared in his time out in the city's streets, and he would never become that. He could not see how such cruelties would enable his own survival, in any case. It was little more than bloodshed for the sake of bloodshed, much like the pointless raid Angry had launched on that other clan. The quiet one. The one that deserved to be eradicated for not being noisy enough. "Regarded," Fudge drawled as she finished describing her meetup with the fox, able to at the very least concede that perhaps the moniker of weak was not well fitting to a feline that could drive away a fox through brute force alone... even if their attitude was admittedly more lax than he would expect of someone with such prowess. Then again... he supposed The Boulder wasn't so different in that regard either. A rare, half formed smirk crossing his expression at this thought, the Havana Brown mix turned, allowing the star worshipper to gather her flowers in piece, his attention instead to the herb cat's secondary request. So much for avoiding the water during this weather. He wasn't certain what moss was used for other than nests, but he assumed it had to have its uses? He didn't give it much thought as he found a good clump on a rock by the frozen pond. Most of it was frost bitten, dried out and frankly quite horrible to look at, let alone touch. But surely it was a start? Digging through the rot, he soon found a good sheet of usable, fresh, green moss. It seemed the decaying matter on top had saved some from the worst of the snow, and with claws unsheathed Fudge took to stripping the plush vegetation from its resting place. Surprised at how neatly it was removed, the tom was left with a single sheet of moss. Probably useful for more than one cat? He would certainly need to bunch it up to carry it back, that was for sure. His moss gathered and unceremoniously wrapped, he padded back towards Stinky, eager to get back to the camp and check up on his wounded mentor now. [+1 Large Moss Sheet] @Tiabirb [Skunkstripe] | Got a few power outages that messed with my posting schedule spectacularly. Got an extension until March 9th, but I think we should be able to get them back now! Sorry for the wait. :quivering: | |
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Skunkstrike 36 Moons She/Her Purrk(s): Beefed Up ----------------------------- With her tiny golden bouquet, Skunkstrike padded back to Sprucepaw, nearly tripping over him when she realized too late he was heading back to her! She managed to skirt sharply to the left to avoid him, but she looked at the moss he had gathered and nodded. "Looths goo'!" She said through her mouthful of flowers, "Leths ger hum!" Okay, sure, she could have spit the flowers out. But that would be pointless just to use two breaths. Just looking at the brown lil guy and Skunkstrike could see he wanted to get back. So, with her tail high, she led the way back to camp. @Alchemist Kitsune [I'll go ahead and turn in the patrol after this ^^] |
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"Well as you can see," Wolfpaw flicked his tail toward the water, where the edges still rippled slightly from his earlier whacks. "I've already mastered water combat, I just need help luring the fish onto land." He was trying to be light about things, to still the way his heartrate picked up when she approached.
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Sneaky... what was this, a ShadowClan technique? Despite Wolfpaw's mild displeasure on how badly he botched his attempts, he was grateful for the tips.
As she raised her paw, he mimicked the move and carefully observed her. Wait.. wait, and then strike. She hooked her claws into the fish and essentially flipped it onto the land, at her paws where she could dispatch it. Okay.. he could do this. "Are they like water mice, then?" Mice weren't that stupid - they were bright enough to be startled and flee when they heard noises. Wolfpaw focused on the water as Violetfreckle took her kill away from the edge. He waited, waited.. saw a shadow, and struck his paw into the water. He slightly overshot, the tip of his claws grazing across the scales and not hooking in. The fish flickered away. "Dung!" he swore under his breath, and tried again. A wait, a shadow. He aimed slightly lower than before, and struck - his curled claws hooking beneath the scales. As it landed on the bank, he pinned the floppy creature beneath one paw and sank his teeth into its spine. Immediately, he recoiled back - muzzle twisted with distaste. "It's cold!" He'd been so accustomed to land prey, it didn't occur to him fish would have icy blood. [ @vellichor ] |
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It was puzzling to Wolfpaw, how something alive could be so cold. Acornkit, Tawnykit -- the other cats he'd seen dead, were cold. The living had some semblance of warmth even when exposed to the elements. "Are fish actually alive?"
Ultimately, his question wouldn't matter in the grand span of things, as Violetfreckle was collecting her fish and he opted to do the same. Fishing had gotten him a bit damp, and the frigid air against his fur was causing it to clump unpleasantly. He joined Violetfreckle in her return to camp, briefly brushing up against her in a small show of affection. "Thanks." [ @vellichor ] |
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"Oh, I personally don't do that daily.. The Clan usually has patrols that rotate cats out. One day you'll be doing that, the next you might have a day off, or you'll be hunting. It's not supposed to be all on the same cats, we're a community."
Wolfhive had intentionally led Beachpaw away from the designated borders, and hoped the trek felt short with the distraction of talking. "A scary big rabbit, huh?" Maybe Beachpaw was taking WindClan being rabbits too literally. Still, ... "Well, a normal sized rabbit is really fast, so a weirdly big one would be EVEN FASTER. As ThunderClan cats, we're not really built for outrunning things. We're the Clan of strength, not speed. "Your best bet would be to take it off guard, I imagine. You remember how you spooked the rabbit when we were hunting? It's kinda like that." Wolfhive considered the best way of going about this. He could do a basic demonstration, but Beachbaby was already kinda bored. "Let's say you're the big scary rabbit. I'm gonna try to sneak attack you, okay?" Hopefully Beachpaw knew he wasn't gonna hurt them. "Do whatever you think a rabbit would do!!" Then he was off, disappearing into the cattails. Wolfhive crept around the pond and bunched his muscles, before he launched himself toward Beachpaw - mostly intending on pinning them against the grass. [ @Fawn ] |
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https://i.ibb.co/3y2qrhY/beachpixel1.png °•. info & relations ✿ they/them ✿ finder coming soon ✿ challenge mode! [skill-perk free] .•° Beachpaw - Aw, heck. Sneakiness. Beachpaw learned they weren't very talented at stealthiness from the recent group training and quite frankly their previous outing with Wolfhive. They were glad a giant rabbit probably wouldn't be something they'd have to someday face off against, they'd leave that to the WindClan suckers. @BEAR. |
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