- Jul 6, 2024
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༻✦༺ The season is harsh. The scrubland is barren. Berrypaw is hungry. Ribs show, bones cutting sharp angles beneath a snow-blanketed pelt. His stomach growls its displeasure, complaining about its emptiness. The prey that he manages to find is thin, weak, and hardly enough to feed himself, let alone Mizzlepaw. But crossing the forbidden scent lines… it could prove dangerous, but it could also prove fruitful. The past two times, he had found scent trails to go along with the cats attempting to defend their territory. And now, he finds one easily again, and treks along with nose pressed to the snowy ground. He's no outstanding hunter, but the mouse's scent is fresh and it has no way to escape once exposed in the snow. With a flash of motion and a snap of teeth, Berrypaw bears down on a mouse and emerges from the snow with the promise of a meal to fill his belly. He raises his head to celebrate, and mismatched eyes flicker around his surroundings once more.
The form of a lone cat moving closer is enough to set off the warning cries in his head—surely a WindClan cat, just like the two before. The others had put up a fight, but they had been smaller. This one, standing a bit larger and looking more experienced, could prove formidable. The tom hunches over as if to defend his catch from the other's gaze, but they don't stop advancing toward him. It quickly becomes clear that he'll either have to give up his prey, talk his way out of a fight, or shed more blood across this foreign territory. "This is mine," he snarls at the stranger, words garbled by the mouse that he clings to. For a moment he feels ashamed—he must look something feral, with wide eyes and teeth bared around a morsel of prey—but his stomach grumbles its displeasure once more, and Berrypaw's mind is made up. He will fight for this catch if he must.
The form of a lone cat moving closer is enough to set off the warning cries in his head—surely a WindClan cat, just like the two before. The others had put up a fight, but they had been smaller. This one, standing a bit larger and looking more experienced, could prove formidable. The tom hunches over as if to defend his catch from the other's gaze, but they don't stop advancing toward him. It quickly becomes clear that he'll either have to give up his prey, talk his way out of a fight, or shed more blood across this foreign territory. "This is mine," he snarls at the stranger, words garbled by the mouse that he clings to. For a moment he feels ashamed—he must look something feral, with wide eyes and teeth bared around a morsel of prey—but his stomach grumbles its displeasure once more, and Berrypaw's mind is made up. He will fight for this catch if he must.
- ooc: @Brackenscar
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BERRYPAW ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ she/he/they, apprentice of duskclan
☆ small white cat with a black dorsal stripe, black paws, and blue point markings fading up her forelegs. eyes are mismatched blue and green.
☆ child of edenberry and rumblerain ; sibling of mizzlepaw
☆ mentored by rumblerain
☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
☆ penned by foxlore