'Tis the Season ( To be Hunting ) [ Hunting Event ]

[Rose]

Almondchatter
She/Her

[ Minor CW: Pregnancy symptoms & vomit ]

Almondchatter's roleplayer was a tad sheepish that she entirely missed her turn earlier, but Almondchatter herself? Nope, the fussy lady was entirely unapologetic. She didn't recall the last time she had felt so clingy, but the world was in disturbing focus, with the main center point being Songwave. She was sticking to his side like an unshakeable burr for some reason - unless a sudden need for snuggles was a valid reason, and that was the end of the story.

Purrs amping up as she's assigned with Songwave - okay, even Almondchatter had started to notice how much she was hanging off her mate. Hello? What was wrong with her today? - the bengal was entirely content to waddle after him. Waddle? No, walk. She meant walk. Whatever the case, when they come across the scent of vole, Almondchatter's sense of hunger putters to life. Oh, oh. It smelled so good.

[ Rolled a D20: 20 - Almond food craving kicking in I guess LOL. ]

And darling Songwave was letting her hunt it? Could he get more perfect? She knew they weren't here to eat - they were here to hunt, dammit - but it took her stomach some reminding. Which was odd. She wasn't starving or anything. Icey gaze narrowing on the vole her mate had pointed out, it only takes a well-practiced leap and a nip for the unprepared vole to drop dead, and then Almondchatter is beaming, happiness spreading over her face, licking a couple droplets of blood off her fangs-- a second later she's leaning over, retching in a clump of frosty ferns as the metallic taste of blood hits her tastebuds.

[ +1 vole | @squidz - Stagheart / @Highsnow of Matterhorn - Wildfoxglove / @newo - Lavenderheart / @Cloverspring - Songwave / @nyme - Salamanderpaw / @Minku - Soaringpaw ]

[zozelen]

stonepaw, she/her, 8 moons
riverclan apprentice
a pale gray she-cat with dull blue eyes.
41/100

It had... kind of been a while, and the rest of their group hadn't appeared yet. Had they left? Stonepaw tentatively spoke up to Duskpaw and Spiraltail, voice quiet. "Um, do you know where Whiterose is? And Wisteriawren and Rowanmane?"

Stonepaw didn't want to sound impatient, and she wasn't sure just how long it had been. Maybe the apprentice was too eager because of her nerves. She waited for the two's reply, still hoping that everyone else would show soon.

@Rose @Cherry~ @Rowan @Idiotic.Bean101 @Tallstar (bump post, but to idiotic.bean101 and tallstar when would you guys like to leave? and forgive me if i didn't do this right lol)

[Rowan]

ROWANMANE
Posts: 218 | Male | 43 Moons
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T2
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Honestly? This chap was probably so captivated staring into his mates gaze that he didn’t realize the group assembling…or hear them called. But now that he was snapped out of it, he was simply relieved that himself and WisteriaWren were put in the same group, so he simply nuzzled her before padding over with the she at his side. “We’re ‘ere, sorry t’ keep ya waitin’.” RowanMane dipped his head politely as a sincere apology to each the cats waiting. There was still one last cat to arrive, the second leader to his group.



Powerplay for WisteriaWren granted by Rose
@Rose @Cherry~ @zozelen @Idiotic.Bean101 @Tallstar

[Cloverspring]

Songwave waited silently as his mate crept forward, staying so still that he didn't even disturb the fog surrounding him. In his mind the warrior was calm, having nothing but confident faith in Almondchatter's abilities. He also knew giving her this hunt would make her feel better after her clash with Stagheart, as it would remind her of how important and valued she was. Not just to Songwave, but to herself, also.

With a swift leap, and a practised bite, she caught the vole perfectly. The tom's blue head rose above the mist and he chirped out of admiration for her skills, beginning the walk over to see her catch. His walking quickly turned to sprinting as he saw her suddenly sicken into the ferns, rushing to her side to assess what had happened.

"Almondchatter! Are you alright? Do you need Berryshine?" Songwave asked rapidly, more words falling out of his mouth now than he had spoken on this whole trip. 'Was it the vole? Did she land on something? What if something really bad is happening right now? I need to act fast!' Thoughts raced through his mind as he held her back with his tail, trying to comfort her as he himself attempted to think of a plan if things got worse.


(I was going to let everyone take their turns, but it's been about a week so I'm posting to revive this a bit - Riverclan team: Deer-Digitalis - @squidz - Stagheart | @Highsnow of Matterhorn - Wildfoxglove | @Rose - Almondchatter | @newo - Lavenderheart | @nyme - Salamanderpaw | @Minku - Soaringpaw )

[squidz]

— STAGHEART —

very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude t3 | just a scratch | dreamwalker

[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 56 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, heart o’ gold; loyal to a fault ]

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Stagheart paused when he heard Salamanderpaw's voice calling out in that cheery taunt, betting that both apprentices could catch more than him. Normally, he wouldn't really pay much mind to the young cats' antics; but in the effort of keeping the mood somewhat light (as the cold weather and dreary atmosphere certainly dwindled that), he let out a rusty chuckle, glancing over at the feisty 'paw.

"Mmm... alright then, kid. We'll just have to see," he meowed gruffly, though the glint in his stark blue eyes against the mist showed that he was entertained by the idea, however mildly. It wasn't like he was going to be trying that much harder just to see if he could out-hunt these youngins... right?

Snorting in amusement to himself, he continued his trek for the water vole. Soon he spotted the furry brown creature; a bit thin because of the season, but it was much better than nothing. His stomach almost growled merely at the sight. Forcing himself to focus, Stagheart wriggled his haunches and leapt.

[ Roll: 18 | Success! ]

Claws met tail, then teeth met neck. In a swift movement, Stagheart felt pleased to note that his execution of the practiced move had been almost flawless. His joints were a bit stiff from this bitter cold, and he hadn't been warmed up yet beyond the swift walk to get here, but otherwise... that went well. Whiskers twitching in satisfaction—more so he could feed the Clan, less about the competition, yeah?—the large tabby tom scuffed some half-frozen dirt over his prey to keep it safe for now. At this rate, this should be easy work to keep up with those two apprentices...

[ Rolls: 5, 7 | Fails! ]

...Or not. The next two targets, a pair of blackbirds who'd been pecking at the ground together, both squawked and fled in alarm when Stagheart found himself crunching some loud, dead leaves beneath his large paws. Dangit. Muttering a low curse and complaint, the warrior tried to pick up another scent trail in this misty, frigid air. That vole couldn't be his only catch so far, right?

[ Roll: 20 | Success! ]

Aha, nope! Perfect. The warrior's next sighting of prey was a mouse scurrying along the tall grasses. This time, the execution of his hunting crouch, leap, and kill was flawless; a clean kill, done with a single pounce and bite to the neck. He almost wished someone had been around to see that. Shaking his head at his own pride (calm down, Stag. This is for the Clan, ya fish-brain), the warrior buried the mouse as well to return to later. Only two pieces so far, but both catches had been extremely satisfying, and the two he'd missed had been awfully frustrating. Perhaps there'd be some middle ground.

Stagheart paused for a moment, glancing around to see if he could vaguely pick out how Salamanderpaw and Soaringpaw were doing, before he'd continue.

[ +1 water vole, +1 mouse ]

( bump post & some catches :3 )
[ @/squidz - Stagheart | @Highsnow of Matterhorn - Wildfoxglove | @Rose - Almondchatter | @newo - Lavenderheart | @Cloverspring - Songwave | @nyme - Salamanderpaw | @Minku - Soaringpaw ]