Fake Camps, Real Trouble

[Dizerel]

⚡Lightning⚡

[ He/Him | 14 Moons | Character Profile | Purrks: Active Power Card]
[ Mentions: @Idiotic.Bean101 | @Mr_Possessive ]
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Bouncing out from the Atari camp, the senior initiate had way too much energy. His normal incessant worrying over his performance was not at the forefront of his mind, instead psyching himself up to do a good job on this patrol. It was a bit admirable, the enthusiasm that he approached such simple tasks with. It only made it all the more depressing the way that he internally beat himself up over every single decision and mistake that he made.

Leading the way out from the camp, he began sauntering towards the nearest of the fake camps. Making good time on the way there, Already, he was being reminded of his initial encounter with Ares. That was only about a moon ago, and yet it was still the entire reason he had become part of the Atari. Eternally grateful for the opportunity he was given, and he fully intended on proving himself tenfold of what was expected for him!

Before he let his mind get carried away with the heights he wanted to reach, he tried to reel himself back in to the present. Now might be a good time to get to know his fellow tribe mates. Turning his head to look over his shoulder back at them as he asked "So, how are the both of you today? Think we are going to find any rogues hanging about?"

[Mr_Possessive]

 

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Mistress of Death☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Nephthys-☆
[She/Her]
{29 Moons}
~Straight~
"And in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Nephthys followed the other two out of the main camp, ready to make way for the fake camps. This Lightning fella sure was energetic, and talkative at that. The queen was not one for words, speaking when necessary of course, but never on her own accord.

"If we do, they will wish we hadn't," the queen growled. She avoided the first question entirely. How was she? Freezing and highly irritable, and this tom better figure that out before she had to tell him.

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[Idiotic.Bean101]

base by Mirestride on TH, design by Solarsight on TH
Fossa-They/She
8 Moons
8/20


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Fossa followed behind the two grown cats, their ears perked, both out of caution and curiosity.
They're pretty sure they actually haven't visited the fake camps yet.
So.
This is pretty cool.

Her attention went to both Lightning and Nephthys as they spoke.
"Yeah!" They immediately agreed with Nephthys "We'll claw them up, for sure!"
They say this as if they know how to fight.


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[Dizerel]

⚡Lightning⚡

[ He/Him | 14 Moons | Character Profile | Purrks: Active Power Card]
[ Mentions: @Idiotic.Bean101 | @Mr_Possessive ]
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Lightning was pretty absorbed into his own world. A crippling flaw of his constant self-doubt was that he was also very absorbed in himself as well, rarely thinking of how his actions affected others beyond just automatically assuming that everyone hated him. Of course, confronting him about any such thing would only make his issue worse, driving him further into his pit of hatred he feels towards himself.

Thinking forward to finding any rogues, however, Lightning wished that conflict could be avoided. Highly doubting his own combat abilities, and not wanting to rely on his special powers, as part of his promise to himself when he joined the Atari is that he would only use them if absolutely necessary.

Already approaching one of the closer fake camps. The closest ones were the least likely to house rogues, since the nearby presence of the tribe would scare them off. The odds of finding intruders would only increase as the patrol went farther and farther out, but it meant that things were mostly guaranteed to be safe, starting off. Still, checking it out to see if any other animals had decided to make a home out of the fake camp could still prove useful.

[Mr_Possessive]

 

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Mistress of Death☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Nephthys-☆
[She/Her]
{29 Moons}
~Straight~
"And in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Nephthys watched with narrowed eyes as they approached the first camp, snowy and desolate like the main one. The queen's ears perked to listen for any scampering in the dens.

"Lightning, Fossa, you both take the left side, I'll take the right," the senior queen ordered. She wasn't sure of the other two's abilities to fight, as Lightning was young and Fossa was still in training. Nephthys had moons upon moons of training beneath her, and she was ready to hook her claws into something or someone given the chance.

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@Dizerel

[Idiotic.Bean101]

base by Mirestride on TH, design by Solarsight on TH
Fossa-They/She
8 Moons
9/20


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Once they had arrived at the first camp, Nephthys has given instructions.
Fossa and Lightning would go left, while she would go right.

Fossa gave a quick nod, and went to follow Lightning.


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[Dizerel]

⚡Lightning⚡

[ He/Him | 14 Moons | Character Profile | Purrks: Active Power Card]
[ Mentions: @Idiotic.Bean101 | @Mr_Possessive ]
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Like Fossa, Lightning still had a lot to learn. Now, that was not to say he knew nothing. He was on the cusp of knowledge and experience to be recognized as a fully capable claw or trapper. He was at the point that he could exist entirely independently if he needed to. However, ask him and he would doubt all of his abilities, and insist that he needs to train tenfold before he is anywhere close to ready.

Taking the cue from the queen, Lightning flicked his tail and began splitting apart, checking that Fossa was following as he began scanning the abandoned camp. It was pretty desolate, the storm had knocked plenty of debris all over the place, it was barely even recognizable as any sort of camp.

Entering into one of the dens, his whiskers twitched. Cautious, tasting the air, before he became suddenly alert as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Only to realize it was a beetle that got spooked by his presence, as he let out a sigh of relief. No rogues, no wild animals. It would have been nice to find some sort of prey camping out here in order to take back, but that would have been too easy.

Turning to look over his shoulder at Fossa. "Find anything?" He asked. "Otherwise, I think we can move on to the next camp if Nephthys didn't find anything."



[We can finish exploring the camp in this post, and next post I can detail us going to one of the farther camps and encountering the rogue]

[Mr_Possessive]

 

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Mistress of Death☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Nephthys-☆
[She/Her]
{29 Moons}
~Straight~
"And in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Nephthys turned from the other two cats and headed the opposite direction. She kept her ears perked, her eyes alert and her head on a swivel, waiting for the slightest movement or sound. The queen flexed her claws in and out of the frost covered ground as she walked. The camp was desolate. Fallen tree limbs and half standing dens were the best of it.

The queen slowly approached one of the more intact dens, keeping her claws at the ready as she padded in and opened her maw, sniffing the air around with a low hiss. Nothing. Not a trace of any rogue scent, thank the stars. The queen's hackles lowered as she turned to meet back up with Lightning and Fossa.

"Nothing on the right side," Nephthys mewed as she approached the young toms. "By the looks of you two, there was nothing on the left either, so lets get a move on to the next camp," she mewed sternly.

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