Willow'Paw's lifeless body laid in the cold snow, her blood staining the frost beneath her as her eyes were as clouded as the sky. Ferns shaded her body. Birds circled overhead, a sign that there was something to eat below. The bloodied cuts had begun to dry.
Shadowfur had decided that the warmer weather meant it was a perfect time for an evening workout. He headed out on his own, longing for some peace and quiet given all of the recent chaos.
Unfortunately, that was not to be. His fur stood up on end as the lifeless body of a young cat came into his view. Bounding over, his heart sank as he recognized the young cat as a Clanmate: Willowpaw.
The cat’s body was bloody. Setting his jaw, Shadowfur leaned forward to inspect her more closely. His claws reflexively slid out as he recognized the marks of cat teeth and claws. Dammit.
Grabbing the body by the scruff, he began to drag it back to camp.
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Last edited by occultation; February 7th, 2023 at 05:10 PM.
Shadowfur had decided that the warmer weather meant it was a perfect time for an evening workout. He headed out on his own, longing for some peace and quiet given all of the recent chaos.
Unfortunately, that was not to be. His fur stood up on end as the lifeless body of a young cat came into his view. Bounding over, his heart sank as he recognized the young cat as a Clanmate: Willowpaw.
The cat’s body was bloody. Setting his jaw, Shadowfur leaned forward to inspect her more closely. His claws reflexively slid out as he recognized the marks of cat teeth and claws. Dammit.
Grabbing the body by the scruff, he began to drag it back to camp.
Willow'Paw's lifeless body laid in the cold snow, her blood staining the frost beneath her as her eyes were as clouded as the sky. Ferns shaded her body. Birds circled overhead, a sign that there was something to eat below. The bloodied cuts had begun to dry.
Shadowfur had decided that the warmer weather meant it was a perfect time for an evening workout. He headed out on his own, longing for some peace and quiet given all of the recent chaos.
Unfortunately, that was not to be. His fur stood up on end as the lifeless body of a young cat came into his view. Bounding over, his heart sank as he recognized the young cat as a Clanmate: Willowpaw.
The cat’s body was bloody. Setting his jaw, Shadowfur leaned forward to inspect her more closely. His claws reflexively slid out as he recognized the marks of cat teeth and claws. Dammit.
Grabbing the body by the scruff, he began to drag it back to camp.
Pinepaw(black tom with prickly fur and green eyes)
Pinepaw stared at the body and then turned his gaze to Shadowfur. "Woah," he meowed, "what happened to Willowpaw?"
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Dogtooth | she/her
A cinnamon tortoiseshell she cat with brown eyes
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She was decently pleased to see the tom had moved on pretty quickly from the apology, there was a youthful exuberance that the tom radiated. Frustrating and refreshing all at the same time. She slowed her pace so the apprentice could walk at her side. “What would you like to do?” she asked quietly, an eyebrow tipped upwards with curiosity.
She always figured you could tell a lot about where cats wanted to spend their time. For Eggpaw, she would assume if he chose battle that he was battle hungry and ambitious and a die hard shadowclan loyalist. Hunting she would’ve assumed he was a little more shy and wanting so desperately to support his clan with nourishment as opposed to… well. Battle.
Dogtooth | she/her
A cinnamon tortoiseshell she cat with brown eyes
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She was decently pleased to see the tom had moved on pretty quickly from the apology, there was a youthful exuberance that the tom radiated. Frustrating and refreshing all at the same time. She slowed her pace so the apprentice could walk at her side. “What would you like to do?” she asked quietly, an eyebrow tipped upwards with curiosity.
She always figured you could tell a lot about where cats wanted to spend their time. For Eggpaw, she would assume if he chose battle that he was battle hungry and ambitious and a die hard shadowclan loyalist. Hunting she would’ve assumed he was a little more shy and wanting so desperately to support his clan with nourishment as opposed to… well. Battle.
Eggpaw padded along side her. "I think it would be a missed opportunity to not catch some of this prey!" He hid the fact that he hadn't eaten yet today, and he was slightly hungry. Maybe if he worked really hard, Dogtooth might let him eat something.
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The small apprentice arrived, speeding across the marshland. The smell of the monster was stale now, but the stench of the dogs still stayed. “Here..this was where she got taken.” she mewed, opening her mouth to scent the air. She froze as she detected the scent of blood. She noticed a few splatters of blood from the grass, dried up. She looked at it, dismayed.
Redmoon followed Gentlepaw with her brows furrowed, large ears alert and twitching at every sound around them. If a dog was still present, she didn't know if she could fight. Foxes? Sure, she'll take them on easy peasy. Badgers? Kill on sight. But dogs? The fur on her next stood on end as the traumatic event involving her brother and a dog invaded her mind. She shook her head, trying to wash the memory away.
“Here..this was where she got taken.” Gentlepaw's words were faint on Redmoon's ears, but just enough to knock her out of her traumatic trance. The warrioress scanned their surroundings, taking note of the splattered evidence along the grass. The smell of dog flooded her senses. Another flash from her past of her brother laying there, dead at her paws. Redmoon stumbled backwards, instincts telling her to flee the scene, but when she blinked again, her brother's body was gone. It was just grass, painted with Daintypaw's evidence...not her brother's.
Embarrassed in case anyone saw her little episode, Redmoon cleared her throat and looked off into the distance, face turning to stone. "It's faint, but a dog was definitely here when Daintypaw was. We should press on, just to be sure the scent isn't fresher elsewhere." She spoke seriously, trying to remember her training. After glancing at Marshflower and Sorrelflare, the russet molly turned and headed in the direction of the scent, expecting them to follow.
Eggpaw padded along side her. "I think it would be a missed opportunity to not catch some of this prey!" He hid the fact that he hadn't eaten yet today, and he was slightly hungry. Maybe if he worked really hard, Dogtooth might let him eat something.
Dogtooth | she/her
A cinnamon tortoiseshell she cat with brown eyes
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The she cat nodded in agreement, raising a tail and pressing it against his shoulders to signify him to stop. She herself continued on three foxlengths and turned to face her apprentice. “We’ll start with the basics. Learning how to stalk requires patience and gentleness. In a moment I will turn my back to you and I want you to approach and pounce. If I hear you I will make you start over again. Is that clear?”
The warrior asked, quickly examining the slight strain on his facial expression but thinking nothing of it and moving on.
Redmoon followed Gentlepaw with her brows furrowed, large ears alert and twitching at every sound around them. If a dog was still present, she didn't know if she could fight. Foxes? Sure, she'll take them on easy peasy. Badgers? Kill on sight. But dogs? The fur on her next stood on end as the traumatic event involving her brother and a dog invaded her mind. She shook her head, trying to wash the memory away.
“Here..this was where she got taken.” Gentlepaw's words were faint on Redmoon's ears, but just enough to knock her out of her traumatic trance. The warrioress scanned their surroundings, taking note of the splattered evidence along the grass. The smell of dog flooded her senses. Another flash from her past of her brother laying there, dead at her paws. Redmoon stumbled backwards, instincts telling her to flee the scene, but when she blinked again, her brother's body was gone. It was just grass, painted with Daintypaw's evidence...not her brother's.
Embarrassed in case anyone saw her little episode, Redmoon cleared her throat and looked off into the distance, face turning to stone. "It's faint, but a dog was definitely here when Daintypaw was. We should press on, just to be sure the scent isn't fresher elsewhere." She spoke seriously, trying to remember her training. After glancing at Marshflower and Sorrelflare, the russet molly turned and headed in the direction of the scent, expecting them to follow.
Marshflower trailed behind the others, heart hammering. She was trying to tell herself to be brave, but that wasn't doing much good between the scent of monsters and dogs. She had never smelled either before (because she was too anxious to do much more than hunt). Then the group stopped, and she felt her heart fall to her stomach. Were the dogs here? No, the scent was faint, but it was mixed with the scent of blood. She swallowed deeply. She vaguely witnessed Redmoon's episode but thought nothing of it. When the other she-cat set off in the direction of the scent, Marshflower debated turning toward camp and running, but she knew she couldn't. Be brave, Marshflower. And with that, she set off after the others once more.
Dogtooth | she/her
A cinnamon tortoiseshell she cat with brown eyes
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The she cat nodded in agreement, raising a tail and pressing it against his shoulders to signify him to stop. She herself continued on three foxlengths and turned to face her apprentice. “We’ll start with the basics. Learning how to stalk requires patience and gentleness. In a moment I will turn my back to you and I want you to approach and pounce. If I hear you I will make you start over again. Is that clear?”
The warrior asked, quickly examining the slight strain on his facial expression but thinking nothing of it and moving on.
Eggpaw watched his mentor. He nodded after her instructions. Sounded simple enough. He imagined that Dogtooth was a plump, juicy mouse. He like those. The thought of it made his mouth water. He crouched down, ready for when Dogtooth turned, then began padding forward, eyes locked on the tip of her tail.
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