a cold time ✶ solo hunting

[BATCHASER]

Pushing his way through the snow, the air was crisp but frigid. He shivered slightly as he focused on his job of finding something to bring back to camp. He may be a touch lazy, but he occasionally pulls his weight on his own. He lets out a puff of breath, turning the air white for a moment as he travels on to find what poor thing he will be catching today. He lifts his head, his curled fringe bouncing each movement. He takes a pale forepaw and wipes back some of his bangs, a golden eye darting around to see if he detects any sort of activity. He hums as he places down his paw to keep going.

Batchaser pricked his large ears, He lifts his muzzle to gather up a scent nearby. Surprisingly. Well, lucky him he guesses. He brushes pass frost covered brambles, poking his head around to spot a lone bird pecking at the ground. It was a white thing, with black and brown streaks along it's back. Well, what a pleasant surprise. The dark tom drops into a hunting crouch and sneaks around the bushes he had hidden behind. He moves quietly behind the pecking bird and waits for a moment, his muscles tightening. He leaps, immediately cutting off any escape route his prey attempted to take. He quickly bites down on the bird, silencing its cry.

This'll do. He thought to himsef, as he lifts himself up from his crouch holding his catch securely in his jaws. He hums as he twists his slender figure around, flicking his long tail slightly. Claws of frost dug in his short coat, as he moved through the marshy pine forest. Getting back to camp was his top priority, getting away from the cold as much as possible. He truly hates the winter.

OOC 🦇 the glimmering moon -

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• ( Ehhh ?! ) BATCHASER
  ⛧ HE / HIM ; no problems with other pronouns
  ⛧ warrior of shadowclan; formerly a loner
  ⛧ a tall, curly shorthaired oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
  彡 action , thoughts , "Speech , 7077A1"
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  
• nothing here begone!

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Sharpshadow spots Batchaser, jaws laden with a catch that was pretty generous, as far as Leaf - bare in ShadowClan goes. He's clearly in a rush, and Sharpshadow doesn't blame him. ShadowClan got all the cold of Leaf - bare and half the glamor. " Nice catch, " he comments lamely, something boring that proper warriors were supposed to say all the time. Halfpaw might as well learn this super boring stuff too. Though he hasn't yet, uh, told Halfpaw much of anything, he's decided to compromise with her, bringing her along for patrols at least, even if he didn't really have a ton planned in the way of... regimen, just yet. He's working on it, he'd say, and it's not exactly a lie.

Should he say something else? Maybe something pointless and annoying, like Smogmaw did all of the time. Clearly, it worked for him. " It's not really fair. Look across the border and it's winter wonderland for the other two. Meanwhile we get colder, slushier mud. " Complaining is easy, so she goes with that.

with myself i must play in this game of charades ( ♱ ) cause there's no one to speak to

• ooc: optional tag for @Halfpaw !
  

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  SHARPSHADOW: he / she , no pref , dislikes gender neutral language ; fine with gendered terms ; 19 moons old as of 2.2.24
  

  dark smoke feline that stands at an above average height. Easily identifiable by her namesake – an unruly mat of fur, destined to be cluttered by inconsistencies between chimera halves. Burdened with a broken tail, often lying dead behind her in the dirt.

  Anxious, antisocial, paranoid. Sharpshadow has not known peace for a single time in his life, and lives anticipating inevitable dangers to the detriment of herself and others.
  heavy ic opinions! he's irrational and mean </3

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] "Aw man, I wish I could've seen you catch that!" piped up Snowpaw, who had ventured a little further away from her mentor with a smile on her lips. Her ears perked a bit in greetings to Sharpshadow and Halfpaw before coming to a halt, listening to what Sharpshadow had said made her nod in agreement. "Though I'm sure they still complain about it" she expressed calmly before kicking some of the slush in a different direction with calm look in her gaze.

Glancing at the three before her, Snowpaw tilted her head a bit, allowing Scorchedmoon to catch up with the apprentice. "Soo what are you guys doing out?" they asked curiously before kicking off some more slush and snow off her paws in a separate direction from the group, bothered by the mud and snow that stuck to her already muddied stained fur. Snowpaw figured if they were out and about already, might as well greet them or well, bother them at least.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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mentor tag! @Scorchedmoon ))

 

[Halfsun]

Today, Sharpshadow has finally decided to throw her a bone and allow her to join in on a patrol with him. Whether he finally feels bad for being a crappy mentor or perhaps someone had finally said something to him, she is uncertain. Regardless, she was just happy to finally be out of the camp. To Sharpshadow her compliance and the easy way in which she agrees with everything he tells her to do right now is probably suspicious but there was no way she was going to ruin things for herself. Look how good I am! She wants to scream. Look how awesome and totally cool of an apprentice I can be, don't you want to train me more Isn't this nice? She is painfully behind the curve on training, and if she was going to be the best then Sharpshadow needed to pick up her game and actually teach her something.

Halfpaw is very good at learning just by seeing though and she can agree with Snowpaw's sentiment. She too wishes she could have seen him catch it, then she might actually get something of use out of this trip. 'Nice catch' her mentor praises and she has to agree "Some cat in camp will be very happy to eat that" she says, because it is something she has heard adults say and she wants Sharpshadow to think of her as very adult. She's an apprentice, after all. That was like halfway there.

Sharpshadow says something that sounds a lot like whining so Halfpaw just ignores her and opts to turn to her fellow apprentice instead "We are out here on a patrol" she declares "What're you doing out here? Where's your mentor?" she peers around the white-coated molly, eyes hunting for Scorchedmoon, who Halfpaw thought was beyond cool. She wishes Scorchedmoon was her mentor, maybe then she might actually get trained.

( ✦ ) take me home

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  HALFPAW SHADOWCLAN APPRENTICE ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEPAW, ASHENPAW, SWANPAW, GARLICPAW, THORNPAW AND LAURELPAW
  

  A fluffy she cat who's fur is half cream tabby, half blue tabby split by white. Her eyes are two mismatched shades of blue, with one being a light icy blue and the other being darker in color.

  ✦ Easy in battle + still learning how to fight
  

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[ONYXPAW]

I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH — Hunting so far had, unfortunately, turned out to be a challenge for Onyxpaw even in the best of times. Or perhaps it wouldn't be, considering she'd been made an apprentice during leafbare and was actually dealing with the worst of times, rather than the best. Either way, the still relatively new apprentice had found herself stumbling over her paws more often than not, frustrating Avocetfall to no end as they attempted to correct her. She really couldn't help it, she just always got so nervous during the actual crouch. It felt like she was always holding herself wrong, and that the moment she jumped she would only end up crashing into the ground instead of letting her claws connect with prey.

And, as it turned out, psyching yourself out like that made it much harder to actually pull the crouch off properly.

All of that was why she was being dragged out on yet another hunting attempt with her mentor, shoulders slouched and tail hung low as she followed along in their pawsteps. It was a challenge to dodge the various piles of sludge that might have once resembled snow scattered about, and relief spread through her when the presence of Batchaser and his audience caused Avocetfall to pause. Onyxpaw's own voice was soft as she peeked out from behind them, worried she was interrupting something. "I guess a bunch of us are out on patrol right now. That makes sense though, with how little prey there is running around right now." Another frustrating part of her lessons, making it even harder to practice with an actual living target. That was why Batchaser's catch impressed her, head tilting over to one side when she spotted it. "Oh! Where'd you even find that...? Was it hard to catch? The birds keep getting away from me..." Words spilled forth from her without hesitation for once, mainly thanks to her own hunting related desperation overcoming her usual shyness.

CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH ✦ IT IS KILLING YOU

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  ✧ shorthaired tortoiseshell point and chocolate point chimera with blue eyes
  ✧ 5 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ✧ bisexual; crushing on yellowpaw
  ✧ daughter of monarchroot and sleetjaw
  ✧ shadowclan born; silently loyal to her home
  ✧ difficult to befriend; shy to most except yellowpaw
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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