*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
Strange, the fish seems to be running pretty sparse. Larkwing had expected this of land prey, but the river is usually reliable. Now, though, it's as iff the fish decided to learn from the mice or the squirrels and make themselves scarce... Frowning, green eyes track movement in the water, but it's scarce and far between. Perhaps she should give up on the river for now..? The idea of that makes her uneasy. What would they do without the river to support them through Leaf-Bare?
[roll to catch: 12]
Wanting to grab at least one more fish before she finds some land prey, Larkwing waits patiently again until a fish swims close to the bank. Skillfully, though maybe slightly distracted, she scoops the thing out of the water and kills it on land, umami flavor making her mouth water and stomach growl, but she ignores it. She isn't hunting for herself. Now, though, she has three fish - not a lot, but she doesn't want to over hunt in the river that seems to already lack important prey.
Picking up her three fish, the leader carries them a little further into the territory where she finds some leaf litter to cover them with for the moment. She should grab as much as she can carry... probably only a couple more things. Opening her mouth to scent the air, tilting her head and running it close to the ground, the fresh scent of squirrel makes itself known. Following the trail, she finds it at the base of a tree.
[roll to catch: 8]
She pounces a little too early and, while she does manage to get the thing, she also slams her head into the tree. "Ah..." she winces softly, rubbing her head with a paw. Hopefully none of the patrol saw that... but she's still not done, she can still carry something else. She covers the squirrel in leaf litter, ignoring how her head throbs, and begins to follow a new scent trail - mouse.
[roll to catch: 1]
Maybe it was her head disorienting her, maybe she'd been too distracted, but several things go wrong immediately when she spies the mouse. For starters, she stepped on a twig and alerted the creature to her presence, second, the wind changed directions and the mouse could smell her, and third, when she decided to give chase, she'd perhaps overdone herself and felt pain tear through her side as the claw wound that had been healing reasonably well tore open. And the mouse vanished into a hole in the ground before she could so much as swipe at its retreating tail.
Frustrated tears welled in her eyes. Why wasn't this going right for her? She was a good hunter! She was! Was this StarClan, or better yet, that Dark Forest cat, laughing at her from beyond their stupid graves? Lark wanted to yell, to scream and rip something up. Fortunately, there was a poor fallen tree nearby that she could claw the bark off of, so that was what she did. Venting her frustrations on the peeling birch bark, ripping it to shreds, Larkwing let out an angry, frustrated growl, lamenting her misfortunes.
She didn't feel any better when she was finished.
Unwilling to continue hunting after such failures, Larkwing went and retrieved the prey she'd already caught. Three perch and a squirrel. Not very impressive, she could carry more, but she was still upset, falling into the mindset of a scorned child quickly. Stars, she needed to pull herself together, everyone has bad days, but this measly catch swirled guilt in her gut. She could do more, should do more. But she didn't want to, so she returned to the place where the group had split up and set her catch in front of her before taking a few breaths until she was calmer. She'd wait here until the rest of the patrol returned.
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
Strange, the fish seems to be running pretty sparse. Larkwing had expected this of land prey, but the river is usually reliable. Now, though, it's as iff the fish decided to learn from the mice or the squirrels and make themselves scarce... Frowning, green eyes track movement in the water, but it's scarce and far between. Perhaps she should give up on the river for now..? The idea of that makes her uneasy. What would they do without the river to support them through Leaf-Bare?
[roll to catch: 12]
Wanting to grab at least one more fish before she finds some land prey, Larkwing waits patiently again until a fish swims close to the bank. Skillfully, though maybe slightly distracted, she scoops the thing out of the water and kills it on land, umami flavor making her mouth water and stomach growl, but she ignores it. She isn't hunting for herself. Now, though, she has three fish - not a lot, but she doesn't want to over hunt in the river that seems to already lack important prey.
Picking up her three fish, the leader carries them a little further into the territory where she finds some leaf litter to cover them with for the moment. She should grab as much as she can carry... probably only a couple more things. Opening her mouth to scent the air, tilting her head and running it close to the ground, the fresh scent of squirrel makes itself known. Following the trail, she finds it at the base of a tree.
[roll to catch: 8]
She pounces a little too early and, while she does manage to get the thing, she also slams her head into the tree. "Ah..." she winces softly, rubbing her head with a paw. Hopefully none of the patrol saw that... but she's still not done, she can still carry something else. She covers the squirrel in leaf litter, ignoring how her head throbs, and begins to follow a new scent trail - mouse.
[roll to catch: 1]
Maybe it was her head disorienting her, maybe she'd been too distracted, but several things go wrong immediately when she spies the mouse. For starters, she stepped on a twig and alerted the creature to her presence, second, the wind changed directions and the mouse could smell her, and third, when she decided to give chase, she'd perhaps overdone herself and felt pain tear through her side as the claw wound that had been healing reasonably well tore open. And the mouse vanished into a hole in the ground before she could so much as swipe at its retreating tail.
Frustrated tears welled in her eyes. Why wasn't this going right for her? She was a good hunter! She was! Was this StarClan, or better yet, that Dark Forest cat, laughing at her from beyond their stupid graves? Lark wanted to yell, to scream and rip something up. Fortunately, there was a poor fallen tree nearby that she could claw the bark off of, so that was what she did. Venting her frustrations on the peeling birch bark, ripping it to shreds, Larkwing let out an angry, frustrated growl, lamenting her misfortunes.
She didn't feel any better when she was finished.
Unwilling to continue hunting after such failures, Larkwing went and retrieved the prey she'd already caught. Three perch and a squirrel. Not very impressive, she could carry more, but she was still upset, falling into the mindset of a scorned child quickly. Stars, she needed to pull herself together, everyone has bad days, but this measly catch swirled guilt in her gut. She could do more, should do more. But she didn't want to, so she returned to the place where the group had split up and set her catch in front of her before taking a few breaths until she was calmer. She'd wait here until the rest of the patrol returned.
Suddenly a loud rustle came from nearby. Berrie had seen the leader hunting and was planning out the perfect attack. Skratch, her brother, lay sleeping beside her. Berrie suddenly jumped out of the bush. "BOO!" She snarled, before it turned into laughter. Stupid loner. Skratch soon got up and noticed Larkstar.
"Oi, oi! Who are you?" He asked.
Suddenly a loud rustle came from nearby. Berrie had seen the leader hunting and was planning out the perfect attack. Skratch, her brother, lay sleeping beside her. Berrie suddenly jumped out of the bush. "BOO!" She snarled, before it turned into laughter. Stupid loner. Skratch soon got up and noticed Larkstar.
"Oi, oi! Who are you?" He asked.
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
Thankfully, her lousy day of hunting hadn't deadened her senses to what was happening around her, because, as she sat waiting for the rest of the patrol, the crunching of leaves and movement of brush somewhere behind her tipped her off that some predator was lurking around behind her. Fur prickling, the leader turns just in time for a strange cat to jump from the sparse bushes and brush. This rogue had been downwind of her which was probably why she hadn't made the connection that the predator was a cat, but instead thought it any cat-sized predator.
Hissing as this creature, Larkwing puffs her fur up to look better, both her side and her head throb, though her head, at least, is starting to feel a little better. At least there was no permanent damage there. But that's not the problem at the moment. The current problem are the two strangers in her territory. Barring her teeth in an open mouth snarl, Larkwing hisses again, a little louder, more of a warning this time.
"What the hell do you think you're doing in my territory?" She growls, voice low and threatening, claws unsheathing. With any luck, these idiots would get the message that if they did not leave now, she was not afraid to attack them. The rest of her patrol shouldn't be far away, they'd hear cats fighting and come to her aid.
She hoped at least.
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*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
Thankfully, her lousy day of hunting hadn't deadened her senses to what was happening around her, because, as she sat waiting for the rest of the patrol, the crunching of leaves and movement of brush somewhere behind her tipped her off that some predator was lurking around behind her. Fur prickling, the leader turns just in time for a strange cat to jump from the sparse bushes and brush. This rogue had been downwind of her which was probably why she hadn't made the connection that the predator was a cat, but instead thought it any cat-sized predator.
Hissing as this creature, Larkwing puffs her fur up to look better, both her side and her head throb, though her head, at least, is starting to feel a little better. At least there was no permanent damage there. But that's not the problem at the moment. The current problem are the two strangers in her territory. Barring her teeth in an open mouth snarl, Larkwing hisses again, a little louder, more of a warning this time.
"What the hell do you think you're doing in my territory?" She growls, voice low and threatening, claws unsheathing. With any luck, these idiots would get the message that if they did not leave now, she was not afraid to attack them. The rest of her patrol shouldn't be far away, they'd hear cats fighting and come to her aid.
She hoped at least.
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[ @Dust // @Dark ]
letting out a loud snort of laughter, Berrie turned to face the cat she had tried to pounce on. "YOUR territory? I thought this was riverclan territory, and the little twerp who indirectly got my lover killed lived here!" Ah yes, Charredpaw had indirectly been the cause of Ashwolf's demise. Then Skratch stood up.
"Berrie... I don't think we should test her patience, she might be a higher rank than it seems..." He growled slightly. Berrie ignored him. Skratch's voice was deep and gentle, a contrast to what Berrie sounded like.
"Whatever, Skratch! We can still hurt her either way!" Berrie had a rather loud and brash voice, with a scratchy tone to it.
The mocha Burmese sat her butt down rudely.
Skratch, being a calmer yet more easy to know when to leave Siamese tom, quietly went to grab his sister and drag her out of the territory.
"I'm so sorry about her, ma'am. She doesn't know when to shut the heck up, we'll be taking our leave now!" He meowed through a mouthful of mocha Burmese fur as he dragged his sister away.
purrks: herbal knowledge tier 2, agatha kitty, just a scratch [PERM]
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Oh, she has so had enough of this! Senses still honed in from tracking her shrew, her head whips around to stare off in the direction of Larkstar, chocolate gaze alert and furious. The scent of a loner alone were enough to have her fur bristling but two? What was with all these cats thinking they could just waltz around on Riverclan territory with no repercussions? Enough was enough. A growl low in her throat she doesn't even glance Rushwater's way before she trots over to the commotion, shrew still clamped between her jaws. It gets set down so she can bare her teeth at the siblings as they begin to leave, tail lashing behind her.
"If ya know what's good for ya, you'll stay off'a our territory!" She spats, claws digging into the dirt. "I'm sick of ya no good trespassers thinkin' they can go wherever they want! If I see ya around here again, I ain't gonna hesitate like last time!"
The first time she had ever been faced with a loner she froze up. She ran back to camp with her tail between her legs. But no more. Standing beside her leader, ears lay back against her head and eyes narrowed dangerously, her fur bristles along her spine.
[dice class set to 10; perception]
[rushwater rolled a 13 with advantage; +2 for proficiencency. total 15]
rushwater’s ears pricked about the same time tansypaw’s did, gaze shifting attentively to larkstar in the distance. two unfamiliar felines stood before her, and he could hear meaningless noise that he assumed was talking. after brushing a small covering over the dropped prey, he headed after tansypaw. not far behind and quickly catching up, the massive and lean tom made his way stride by stride and chin held high.
larkstar seemed to have the brunt of this under control, but there was one small thing he wanted to make clear, and a humble request to ask that might help mitigate future tresspassing.
his voice had a distinct rasp to it, a rumble that he had been cursed with when water had unwelcomely invaded his lungs oh so many moons ago. he let both she-cats take their turn making threats before he spoke, clearheaded and stern, but not hostile.
rushwater addressed the more reasonable seeming of the pair.
“when you get off our territory, if you’d be kind enough as to tell any other loners you meet to steer clear. best not let your sister out of your sight, because, and i don’t say this lightly, if i find her on riverclan territory again, you won’t. now, if you’ll be gone from our land, we’ve got no qualm at all.”
there was a very simple sort of nonchalance that made his words a lot more. . . serious. he made the promise that any twice-tresspasser would be dead the moment he saw them as easily as telling the time of day, and to be quite honest he meant it. he could excuse ignorance once, but he would not excuse blatant disobediance. riverclan needed to harshen its tolerance for tresspassing, and he intended to make the gravity of the situation clear in spite of larkstar and tansypaw’s irritation.
return, and he would make it his mission to take their last breath. he was, simply, done with tolerating tresspassing.
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grousepaw is shadowclan's medicine cat apprentice
they and mossfreckle have a semi-closed den policy.
[dice class set to 10; perception]
[rushwater rolled a 13 with advantage; +2 for proficiencency. total 15]
rushwater’s ears pricked about the same time tansypaw’s did, gaze shifting attentively to larkstar in the distance. two unfamiliar felines stood before her, and he could hear meaningless noise that he assumed was talking. after brushing a small covering over the dropped prey, he headed after tansypaw. not far behind and quickly catching up, the massive and lean tom made his way stride by stride and chin held high.
larkstar seemed to have the brunt of this under control, but there was one small thing he wanted to make clear, and a humble request to ask that might help mitigate future tresspassing.
his voice had a distinct rasp to it, a rumble that he had been cursed with when water had unwelcomely invaded his lungs oh so many moons ago. he let both she-cats take their turn making threats before he spoke, clearheaded and stern, but not hostile.
he addressed the more reasonable seeming of the pair.
“when you get off our territory, if you’d be kind enough as to tell any other loners you meet to steer clear. best not let your sister out of your sight, because, and i don’t say this lightly, if i find her on riverclan territory again, you won’t. now, if you’ll be gone from our land, we’ve got no qualm at all.”
there was a very simple sort of nonchalance that made his words a lot more. . . serious. he made the promise that any twice-tresspasser would be dead the moment he saw them as easily as telling the time of day, and to be quite honest he meant it. he could excuse ignorance once, but he would not excuse blatant disobediance. riverclan needed to harshen its tolerance for tresspassing, and he intended to make the gravity of the situation clear in spite of larkstar and tansypaw’s irritation.
return, and he would make it his mission to take their last breath. he was, simply, done with tolerating tresspassing.
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Originally Posted by silver.
purrks: herbal knowledge tier 2, agatha kitty, just a scratch [PERM]
146/200
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Oh, she has so had enough of this! Senses still honed in from tracking her shrew, her head whips around to stare off in the direction of Larkstar, chocolate gaze alert and furious. The scent of a loner alone were enough to have her fur bristling but two? What was with all these cats thinking they could just waltz around on Riverclan territory with no repercussions? Enough was enough. A growl low in her throat she doesn't even glance Rushwater's way before she trots over to the commotion, shrew still clamped between her jaws. It gets set down so she can bare her teeth at the siblings as they begin to leave, tail lashing behind her.
"If ya know what's good for ya, you'll stay off'a our territory!" She spats, claws digging into the dirt. "I'm sick of ya no good trespassers thinkin' they can go wherever they want! If I see ya around here again, I ain't gonna hesitate like last time!"
The first time she had ever been faced with a loner she froze up. She ran back to camp with her tail between her legs. But no more. Standing beside her leader, ears lay back against her head and eyes narrowed dangerously, her fur bristles along her spine.
Now, Skratch tolerated people being more reasonable and rationable, and he was okay with how Tansypaw reacted(barely) and he didn't want to seem rude, so he dipped his head in respect and dragged his struggling, angry, snarling fur ball of a sister away from the territory.
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♡ r i p p l e p e l t she/her - 120 moons - RiverClan - lesbian ____________________________________
Ripplepelt flicked an ear in agreement. The sooner they took out the fox, the better - she only hoped they wouldn't lose any more lives in the process.
"We're coming up on camp now," she mewed, steps slowing as they approached the clearing. "Now that we've brought the body back, hopefully a fox patrol will get organised as soon as possible."
[hey @CattleCaller. did you want to bring Asterpaw's body into camp to finish the patrol?]
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♡ r i p p l e p e l t she/her - 120 moons - RiverClan - lesbian - tags; @Leafy @Sunii ____________________________________
With Treepaw and Applebees ready to patrol, Ripplepelt padded into RiverClan territory to hunt. She opened her mouth to take in the familiar and comforting scents of her home.
Ripplepelt turned to Applebees. "Should we try the river first? We might have better luck with fishing than land prey in this cold," she suggested to the patrol leader.
A thought occurred to her as she awaited Applebees' reply, and she turned to the apprentice on their patrol. "Say, Treepaw, have you had hunting or fishing training? I'm sure we can give you a quick lesson if need be."
Re: RiverClan Territory
