RiverClan Territory

[BEAR.]

Originally Posted by Vessel

@BILL.

Hawktalon was finally able to clear his mind when the alarmed, cut-off screech of the bird resonated. He gave a start, having forgotten where he was, then remembered and began searching for prey.

Before long, the tabby tom caught a strong scent of fish from a nearby, albeit large, stream. He padded over to it, looking down curiously, and noticed a fish caught between the roots of a tree. Hawktalon let out a mrrow of amusement as the fish began flailing even more violently before hooking the ppor thing on his claws, pulling it out, and dispatching it with a swift bite behind the gills.

After concealing the bird in snow, Thistlestep was back on the hunt. The scent of prey in the air was stale, now-- beyond what they'd caught, and he briefly went out of sight to follow tracks of a mouse through the snow.

He caught sight of it beneath a bush, and creeping up on it, he pounced and killed it with a nip to the neck. This was probably good enough.. once Hawktalon was done, he figured they could head back.

[BEAR.]

Firehawk was on the move in a heartbeat, practically wrapping himself around Pebblepaw in a bundle as he nuzzled his apprentice comfortingly in an effort to calm him, to ease some of his pain. "It's okay, it's going to be okay.." He knew it was hard, having to face the reality of loss, but he was here for both Pebblepaw and Pigeonpaw if they needed him.

Buckfrost was more solemn, a guarded expression across his face as he crossed the distance between him and Graypaw. Of course.. Buckfrost wasn't surprise. Graypaw was a fool, probably one of the most hard-headed cats he'd ever met. "I'll pick him up. We should bring him back to camp.." he moved to slid Graypaw over his shoulders, ignoring the discomfort of old blood soaking into his pelt. "Pigeonpaw, I know this is hard-- can you help make sure he doesn't fall off?"

[ @Casper, @Dust ]

[lio]

[ @TawnyNeedsACoffee ]

She simply flicked her tail in acknowledgment of Honeydrizzle's words. Her gaze swayed back and forth as she followed Silverlight's scent, not saying a word until she spotted a Silverlight-esque body in the snow. Blackwasp approached it and wrinkled her nose. Their fur was drenched in the scent of rogue, with blood soaking into the snow around them. With a scowl, Blackwasp raised her head and looked to Honeydrizzle. "Dead. Presumably killed by a rogue," she announced, "Dig a hole. We will bury Silverlight." With her order given, Blackwasp turned to the body and tried to determine where the rogue went, but it was of no avail. So she picked up Silverlight's body bu the scruff and prepared to dump it into a grave.

[BEAR.]

RiverClan Announcement [#liontalks]

[ as of this post, this roleplay is private until this patrol reaches their destination. ]

With the arrival of Fawnsqueak, Lionstar gave Sootflare a cheeky little grin before he beckoned them to follow him out of camp. The Clan didn't need to know his plans, not yet..

"Fawn, you're already aware of what I want to do, but for the sake of the rest of you I'll debrief you.

"WindClan is screwed, royally so.. they have no territory, very few cats, and to be blunt some of them have resorted to cannibalism to survive. Which is why I'm sending you four to give them a paw.

"You'll be hunting for them during the day, help bolster their ranks briefly so they aren't spread as thin on their patrols. I don't want you on border patrols, solely hunting-- I don't really want their territory to be stunk up by our scent, and I don't want the other Clans to know we're helping them. This is to get them back on their paws, not to put a target on their backs because the other Clans feel like being assholes.

"Fawn, I'm putting you in charge of this so I know it gets done. Shimmeringpaw, Wormpaw-- think of this as your final assessment. I know you both are close to finishing your training and if you're actively involved in this task, I'll make you two warriors. Sootfather, you've already been snared in this before-- why not keep you in it?

"When it begins to get dark, I want you guys to head back here. If we can avoid it, I want all prey to be WindClan's... so eat your fill while you're here. When dawn starts coming, head back to WindClan. Fawn, keep me posted on the situation so we can make adjustments as necessary.

"Any questions?"

[ @Dipper, @x ghostie, @shortstack, @Shimm ]

[Star child]

Originally Posted by Moon Lily

Eagleflower nodded, gesturing to the far end of the hill. He must either love Riverclan, or be indecisive. And I want to find out. He decided, starting towards the rivers. They gurgled softly as he approched, and he smiled at the sound.
"This is near the edge of Riverclan territory. Can you smell the marker, over there?" He mewed, angling his ears towards the border.

Honeypaw sniffed the air. They smelled something other than Riverclan, but it didn't smell like anything they recognized. "What is it?"

[pidgeon]

@BILL. @Dust

Pigeonpaw stood frozen and trembling, the world around her turning blurry. She felt like she might throw up, or faint, or both. She vaguely sensed her brother next to her, and Firehawk rushing to his side, but it all just felt like background noise. This could not be real. Her green eyes were wide, and she could not tear them from Graypaw's unmoving form.

She was snapped back into reality when Buckfrost was moving Graypaw's body. Seeing the brutal injuries, the blood still pouring, her brother's once-lively amber eyes turned stone cold and lifeless...Her stance wobbled. She barely registered what the warrior was telling her. She vacantly made an effort to steady the gray apprentice's body to help Buckfrost carry him back to camp.

[Jynx]

Originally Posted by Blissie Bliss

| @Deranged Llama; |

Willowrose padded out of the Riverclan clearing and stepped aside to wait for Baynight. It felt nice to be out of camp. She was so used to the smell of fish right now. It already felt like home here. The black and white molly's good eye looked at the entrance while the lower one looked at the ground. Once he came out she might be able to tell him about not having a sense of smell. Willowrose thought it would be the right time to tell him than to have him find out the hard way. She watched him come out of the camp. "Before we get started I must inform you I have no sense of smell.", she meowed. Willowrose's tiny nose twitched a bit.

Baynight followed after the RiverClan she-cat as they padded through the territory, eyes scanning the undergrowth. "Before we get started I must inform you I have no sense of smell." He listened to her and gave a small nod of acknowledgment. "Okay," he meowed. "I can track by scent, but I'd bet your hearing is pretty sharp." The tom tipped his head slightly to the side. "We can always go fishing," he tacked on rather begrudgingly as an afterthought. His tone held a faint tang of disdain, and e hoped she wasn't a big swimmer. He'd live if he had to, though.

[Madelaine]

| @Deranged Llama; |

Willowrose smiled at him, but became nervous when he said they could fish. The thing was she didn't know how to fish. Maybe he could teach her how. "We can go fishing, but you might have to teach me I haven't learned how to yet.", she meowed. Willowrose looked around the territory, but made herself alert for when he replied.

[Fawn]

Suppressing a yawn, Fawnsqueak moved through the territory with the others in the filtered streams of dawn's earliest lights. A tremble shook his body, the cold unrelenting at this hour, but he held onto hope they'd be in the direct sunrays soon. He listened as Lionstar accurately depicted WindClan's situation, dire and hopeless and an endless cycle of sunken faces tiredly attempting patrols they had no energy for. He took note of the information with a dutiful nod, eyes still glittering with excitement -- this was the sort of work he'd been hoping to do as a warrior. Humanitarian and philanthropic missions would have a longer lasting impact than any scratch he gave another warrior for trespassing.

His head tilted, puzzled. He was supposed to lead this? Questioningly, he stole a peek at Sootflare as if to wonder why the more experienced warrior wasn't at the head of this excursion, but he supposed an entire apprenticehood of these sort of shenanigans maybe had a stronger background than typical training. Nevertheless, he was glad for Sootflare's accompaniment since the two apprentices made him a touch nervous; Lionstar had said they were nearly ready to be warriors, but so was Cougarpaw, and that hadn't turned out how he believed it would...

"If this is going to be a, uh, repeated thing..." Fawnsqueak began, recalling Lionstar's instructions being recurring, "can we sleep in WindClan and just, take prey from RiverClan territory for us to eat? It might be less of a hassle than going back and forth everyday." That was, if WindClan would have them. There was a chance Twilightstar would pull a Flintstar and reject their assistance. It prompted another question, "And if Twilightstar says no...? What then?"

[ @x ghostie, @shortstack, @Shimm @BILL. ]

[Sweetie]

Shimmeringpaw was surprised that helping Windclan would be her final assessment, she thought it would be hunting or battle training. What made it better was that her brother was going to be with her! But as for the warriors, the molly wasn't too keen about, the nerves still get to her. She'll just keep in his shadows and carry her weight.

@Dipper @shortstack @x ghostie