Ospreypaw's heart raced as Floodsight stepped away from her. Her mind scrambled in panic, and her eyes widened. Okay, Osprey. One piece of prey. That was it! She took a deep breath and tasted the air, recognizing the scent of a mouse. She had never hunted before, but she was going to do her best to try. [ rolls a 2 ; d20 ]. Sprinting forward, Ospreypaw tried to use her speed to reach the mouse. But it saw her right away, and darted away. She huffed in frustration, scraping her claws against the ground. Then, the same mouse came into view. This time, she crouched lower. [ rolls a 13 ; d20 ]. Lurching forward, she had enough power to reach the mouse, and clamp her jaws around it.
[ @Rowan // @goodacacia // @Marigoldwhisper ]
Floodsight ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 29 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
Once they reached the WindClan border once again, Floodsight turned to Ospreypaw whom followed closely behind. Her stormy eyes darted from the little apprentice to the distance where they came from. "Alright, little one- Looks like Rowanmane and Marigoldpaw are falling a bit behind. Might be a little tired and I'm sure you are too. But let's finish this up quickly, yeah?"
"Do your best and once you're done, I'll meet you back here." Floodsight instructed, her voice was soft but held a bit of urgency and worry. "And remember, don't stray too close to the river."
Floodsight started her hunt, but still made sure she was in hearing distance from the apprentice, if trouble did come.
[ Rolled a 19 ]
[ +1 mouse ]
The silver warrior caught the first mouse that she saw and headed straight back to the meeting spot to wait for the apprentice to finish their hunt.
Ospreypaw's heart raced as Floodsight stepped away from her. Her mind scrambled in panic, and her eyes widened. Okay, Osprey. One piece of prey. That was it! She took a deep breath and tasted the air, recognizing the scent of a mouse. She had never hunted before, but she was going to do her best to try. [ rolls a 2 ; d20 ]. Sprinting forward, Ospreypaw tried to use her speed to reach the mouse. But it saw her right away, and darted away. She huffed in frustration, scraping her claws against the ground. Then, the same mouse came into view. This time, she crouched lower. [ rolls a 13 ; d20 ]. Lurching forward, she had enough power to reach the mouse, and clamp her jaws around it.
[ @Rowan // @goodacacia // @Marigoldwhisper ]
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\17 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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Oh no, oh no.
She was flamed, cooked, grilled! She didn't know how to hunt! Her cheeks had long since turned rouge in color from holding her breath, hazel eyes wide and weirdly squinted as if anticipating a blow.
Her fur bristled as she watched on anxiously. Okay... Okay, okay, okay... She could kill something. No. Yes. Uh. Yes. She watched with wide eyes as Floodsight managed to catch a mouse, trying with calculated desperation to commit her movement to memory. Marigoldpaw at the very least knew a hunting crouch, but everything else would have to be a tactic of instinct.
Speak of the devil, a pigeon. Marigoldpaw swallowed harshly, terrified. In all honesty, it wasn't missing the catch that she was all that afraid of. No, it was the smell of copper and the tinge of scarlet. Starclan help me... with a strangled breath for air, she crouched down and sprung forward best she could. A part of her hoped she missed.
[marigoldpaw rolled an 8! fumble...]
Yes! Uh, nooooo... Hopefully that was convincing. Marigoldpaw missed the pigeon by a good mouse length, leaving it free to fly off. But, there was still this terrible churning in her belly. She knew she'd have to kill something, or pin it down long enough for somecat else to kill.
Okay. Okay. Shrew. Okay.
They were blind (or were those voles?) with big claws, but not too terrible, right? Right? Stars above, she was terrible. Alright. Okay. She wasn't stressing, oh no sir-ree, not even questioning why she was even in a clan. But she wouldn't leave. Even if it was obvious Riverclan didn't exactly need her, she needed Riverclan.
[marigoldpaw rolled a 15! catch successful!]
[+1 shrew]
Aha! BLETCH!
Marigoldpaw struggled, a lot. Even if the three v. one was hazy, the smell of blood never left her, the screams in her curled ears. It made her sick. Making the killing bite only brought back that same sickness and... The orange caped she-cat turned her head, arched her back, and hurled.
Thankfully, not on the vole she just caught, but even looking at it made her sick. "Here." She said weakly, smile plastered on unnaturally as she picked up the vole. "I uh... Did it." The shrew twitched unnaturally in her jaw, clearly not fully dead.
It had been a quiet, shame-drenched march back to the WindClan border, but RowanMane hadn’t wasted time pouting. No—he'd accepted the punishment patrol with his usual silent nod, even if dragging a half-panicked apprentice with him made it feel more like a comedy than a consequence. MarigoldPaw was halfway melting into the earth with stress, and the tom wasn’t much better. Still, duty was duty.
He flashed the other warrior an apologetic smile for his own falling behind. Consequences of getting older, eh? RowanMane split off without a word. The scent of river-wet earth and pine needles filled his nose, and he dropped low. His steps, practiced and fluid, barely rustled a Lea e.
[ Rolled a 17 ; d20 ]
[ +1 squirrel ]
There—the bushy tail of the common prey gave it away, and he pounced, delivering a swift killing bite to the squirrel. As he approached the group, he saw the results:
FloodSight already lounging with a mouse, OspreyPaw puffed up like she'd just wrestled a hawk, pride glowing behind her anxious expression, and MarigoldPaw... vomiting. He blinked, paused just a bit too long, then stepped beside her with a flick of his ear. "Nice catch," he said, tone even, but there was a tiny hint of sympathy.
His eyes lingered on the half-dead shrew, then calmly moved on. “You'll ge’ used to the blood. Or you'll get quicker." A simple truth. Not unkind. Of course he could only hope, he didn’t know what this apparent fear rooted from. He would pick up the shrew however and bite down in its neck harder, truly killing it. “Would you like me t’ carry this for ya?”
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