- Jan 22, 2023
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responsibility comes and freckleflame takes it on with seering pride, but a peculiar lack of birdsong slows her pawsteps the closer they veer to snakerocks from shadowclan’s border, great stones jutting just over the blue - purple horizon when suddenly, a copper tinge wafts her nose. heady and visceral, a thick smell of blood layers the land and the tortoiseshell is familiar enough with it to halt just before the path opened up to snakerocks.
” stop. stop, stop. wait — “ ineloquent but effective, the molly shifts her pawsteps to block the path behind her, lifting her tail to keep her patrolmates from stumbling into the open. from just past the bare trees and rot - damp ferns, there is a cracking sound — high and whipping, for only a moment before a soft thump of something hitting the ground breaks the otherwise silent winter air. today is freckleflame’s first time leading a patrol, and maybe she shakes as she peers past the curtain of snow and bramble to see why their path wasn’t clear. why the forest was uncharacteristically silent aside from the occasional snort or low, rumbling growl — why it smelt like blood and wet dog. her body shudders on its own accord, muscle memory from an apprenticeship under drooling maws.
through the leaves, she could see it had the shape of a hound ; heavily muscled with thick, rounded fur a shade of lightly ticked grey. in its mouth we’re the remains of what looked to be a rabbit, large enough to have fed them for what freckleflame’s empty stomach could swear’d be a moon but minuscule in comparison to this creature’s massive jaws. the prey animal was crumpled and flattened, little more than a smattering of viscera and bone shards with the occasional patch of brown fur peeled away by long, yellow teeth. small, owlishly round eyes glint in the rising moonlight, a freakish bile yellow dotted flat black in the middle. ribbons of red drool loop wetly from black gums, catching with an alabaster gleam from the crescent moon above.
she knows what this is — but only from stories. from names, legacies.
her breath is quick in her chest, but she does her best to hide it ; her heart pounding loud in her ears when she turns, seaglass eyes drifting around to her surroundings, her patrolmates and the smatterings of pathways leading further into the dark of the forest. she lets her patrolmates look, take their fill, but breathes not a word. what was there to say? i hope we don’t get eaten? her whirling mind falters at that particular thought, but after a moment, she flicks her ear beckoningly, ” cmon, slow and quiet.. we’re going around. “ a harsh whisper as she backs a step as a gust of wind rolls through — with a drop of her heart into her belly, she realizes the leaves around them are tugging upward, ” we’re upwind. keep low in th’ grass, this plant muck should blend us in.. “ the would be covered in rotting fern and snow mud, but it was better than.. whatever fate that rabbit had met.
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i. there is a lone grey wolf hanging out at snakerocks! thankfully it’s occupied with a small meal, but that won’t be enough to keep it distracted for long and the patrol needs to pass to get to camp. do not engage without intending severe harm or death for a character! they have no chance of driving out or causing any sort of harm to the wolf itself.
PATROL MEMBERS : @SHININGSUN @Sunfreckle
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FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. EIGHTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING COUGARPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS--------------------------------------------f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! each and every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
