all dressed up for a hit and run // outlook rock patrol

Periwinklebreeze.

Periwinklebreeze.

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STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 08 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
With an abundance of rabbits running the moors, and the recent hawk sightings, when Periwinklepaw first hears of something strange upon outlook rock he expects the worst. He must no be alone for a patrol is formed to check out the rumours. He can see it even before they finish the journey what looks to be a pile of sticks up above - a nest. Neck cricks painfully as he stares upwards, a heavy swallow leaving a lump in his throat.

Why him? he can still recall the state vulturemask had been in when they first met - remember the fear and terror of his childhood, the worry that he could be carried off at any time. and even if you didn't the birds could still hurt you - poor rosepaw had been the perfect example of that. Soft pawsteps are slow and cautious as he slips forwards, crouched low to the ground, his belly fur brushing the earth with every motion. He is truly prepared for the wort - fear leaving his limbs tingling and the taste of bile on his tongue.

Except - he stands with a jolt, head tipped in confusion as he blinks rapidly. That is definitely not a hawk. Standing just slightly above his height is a scrawny looking brown think - all fluttery and soft. A bird, yes, but now a hawk. There are no wicked talons nor sharp curved beak - only beady black eyes that stare him down as the creature fluffs up in anger. An ouzel of all things. A quiet giggle slips past his lips at how worked up he'd been - they'd all been, and before he knows it he's in a heap upon the ground laughing.

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ALL NIGHT GAMER​
"All that stress and its just a stupid lil' bird. Lets catch it for food and eat any eggs its left." Silverpaw chimes in as he peers up at the nest with squinted eyes, his long distance sight not all that great from where he had been standing further back from the rest. Though with no dangerous hawk in sight he decided to close the distance with the sole intention of killing the nest's creator. Heck, he'd probably destroy the nest too once he had the chance, partly to sate his need for destruction but also to stop any other bird from settling in it after.

Crouching low to the ground he began to prowl towards his quarry, only bursting into a run once he had it in a clearer range of sight. The ex-kittypet bolted forth at speed and he attempted to leap onto the bird.
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Just a bird, not nearly so large as a hawk. Tigerfrost had joined the patrol in case there was danger, given his reputation as a tom who excelled in combat. It seemed, however, that there was no need for his muscle or fangs. Outlook Rock was towering, and heated pleasantly by the sun. Reaching the small bird was an effort in and of itself, but once they're close enough, it's clear to everyone that there is no threat here. Periwinklepaw seems amused, while Silverpaw appears far less enthused.

"Better to be safe than sorry. If it had been a hawk, and we had ignored the possibility of it, some-cat could have gotten killed." The Lead Warrior points out simply. Silverpaw is quick to lower himself into a hunter's crouch, stalking along the stone. "Try not to throw yourself off the rock. You'd surely break something." Tigerfrost points out. He won't stop the apprentice from hunting the bird, but if he went and flung himself off of Outlook Rock, then so be it. The Lead Warrior had given enough warning.​
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To say she had been worried was an understatement. The whole clan had been! The last time hawks had been in WindClans territory had been less than ideal and so she sets out with her apprentice as well as the other cats whose curiosity had been drawn. It's an odd battle party, one that consists of her frail charge who she had yet to see raise a single claw and who she was convinced was scared of his own shadow and the kittypet. But between her and Tigerfrost she is convinced they can get the job done.

Pale yellow eyes flash as the creature peers down at them and her heart nearly skips a beat in relief. Periwinklepaw lets out a nervous laugh. Silverpaw suggests eating it. Of course the kittypet would volunteer to go up the outlook rock. Typical. She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes and nods her head with agreement with Tigerclaws words.

"hes right if you fools want to risk breaking your necks for whatever that is be my guest, I'll stick to rabbits thank you" Hunting birds, in her opinion, was for the fluff for brains over in SkyClan. They could keep their trees and their winged prey. Bluepool would choose the moors any time.

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STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 09 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
Doing his best to regain his composure, the boy looks more lively than he has in a while - all his worry having been spent and the tension bled out once the truth had been discovered. "At th-the very least we c-c-can f-flush it from it's nest, s-so we can g-g-g-go b-back to using it as a r-rest-ing place," he says slowly, thoughtfully, his voice hushed just in case. He agrees with his mentor after all - making the catch might pose the risk of over-aiming and taking a deathly tumble, but purposefully trying to get the protective bird to scatter in a panic? well, they'd be left with eggs if they were lucky, and if not it would be nice to not have to fear being attacked by prey. A pink tongue swipes across his jaws at the thought of finding eggs beneath the bird and he too is quick to drop into a crouch - carefully stalking forwards from one side and leaving room for the others if they so chose. He's hungry after all - and hunting's the one thing he's good at.

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ALL NIGHT GAMER​
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Jeez, did they all really have no faith in his skill? He'd show them that he could do, then he would demand the right to eat the bird! Why should he share it if he could get it? Surely that would make it his. The tom continued to stalk his way towards the bird on light paws, all the while keeping his body low and ignoring the chattering going on with the other cats. He needed to focus, he couldn't afford the distractions. Bit by bit he closed the distance until he felt as though he was in the right position for the final pounce; and he pounce he did. It was perhaps the cleanest moment of motion he had ever achieved, and his claws caught the bird before it could take flight. He wrestled it to the ground and made the kill, managing to avoid going over the edge of the rock all the while. Pride swelled within him as he stood over his kill. His... first kill... It felt good.

//lucky lad rolled an 18
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