black and white menace | skunk

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Actively, dutifully, he listens to the words spilling forth from Sunstride's mouth. Documenting every word and committing them to memory as they travel the moors together. Lush golden grass brush against his silver chocolate coat as a gentle gust of wind blows and carries with it a most peculiar smell. Smoldering amber eyes turn to eventually lock upon an ebony creature whisked with white, tottling forward with bottle brush tail sky high. Slowing to a halt Adderpaw's claws slip from their sheathes, piercing the earth below. "What is that?" He whispers to the older tom, keeping his voice low to prevent spooking the strange critter. Could it have been some weird form of prey? It didn't quite move or act like any predator based on the stories he's heard. It is the unknown of what the other animal is that keeps him from charging out boldly to confront the dual toned beast himself. (@SUNSTRIDE mentor tag!) ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[SUNNVAR]

Through the many moons it had taken to journey from his birthplace to the world nearest these moors, Sunstride had seen a things that he could not hope to explain. From the bear's lair to the creations of twolegs, things both natural and bizarre, it would be easy to say that he knew more about this world than most who remained here ever could. Yet the thing that stands before them– oh, how terribly he wishes he had never learned its name. It had been some moons ago now, when he was younger, less certain of himself. Older than Adderpaw, of course, and not nearly as cautious as his apprentice now was. He had thought it prey. Growing up in a place where they had hunted as one, brought down beasts that not many could match, he had thought it nothing more than a meal. How foolish he had been.

How terribly, disgustingly foolish.

"Keep your distance," the warrior warns immediately, placing one broad paw before Adder so as to completely halt his path. The fur along his spine raises some, though it is not aggression that has him so carefully posed. "They seem harmless, but they are without a doubt some of the worst creatures you may encounter." Part of him, far more accustomed to tough lessons than this sharing of knowledge, wishes to prod the apprentice on. Should he not feel for himself just what this skunk was capable of? No, he would not be so harsh. Certainly not when Adderpaw had thought to ask him first. "Should you startle or upset it, it will spout a vile liquid. A terrible stench that you will not wash off for some time. If it touches your eyes, it will blind you. Your nose and mouth will burn. Their claws may strike deep as any warrior's, or perhaps even worse."

Sunstride's tail flicks some, and his gaze draws down with something akin to thought. "They feast upon similar prey to WindClan. It could serve us well to drive it from our territory."

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon's hunt was disrupted by the skunk, just as Sunstride's training session was impinged upon by the foul bicolor creature. The broad-shouldered tomcat's pursuit of a slender young hare came to a halt when the familiar sour stench drifted by and he instinctively issued a low hiss, startling his prey, who disappeared into a nearby hole. Badgermoon swore under his breath as he straightened up and glared at the distant plume-tailed figure: he had half a mind to chase the damn thing off, but doing it on his own ran the risk of getting clawed, bit, or sprayed. He stood and pondered for a few minutes before, to his surprise, he caught Sunstride's familiar voice, evidently lecturing Adderpaw on the nature of the stinky beast. "It's called a skunk." he added in a quiet voice, loping over the rich grasses to stand alongside his Clanmates. "Even Twolegs hate them." ​

 

[BLUEFROST]

Bluepaw has not ventured beneath the earth yet, heeding her mother's stern words about being prepared for a tunneler's duties. The moorland above is still new enough to her that she does not feel bereft. She edges close to Sunstride and Adderpaw, curiosity bright in her eyes. @SOOTSTAR likely isn't far behind her. Her brother has spotted some strange creature that looks part predator and part prey. Black and white, its pelt oddly streaked. The scent is strange and thick with musk.

The lead warrior tells Adderpaw it's a dangerous creature with fearsome claws and teeth, that can spout a vile, blinding liquid from its body. The small blue she-cat's fur begins to fluff out from her body. Badgermoon murmurs the creature is called a skunk. "Will we kill it? Or drive it away?" The prospect has her eyeing the creature warily. She does not want to be the one to do so.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[SOOTSTAR]

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Bluepaw is correct, she’s right behind her daughter and scans the skunk wearily. She’s witnessed these creatures before but has never tango‘d with one, and if what Sunstride said was true she doesn’t want to… However, they cannot let it eat at their prey. It may be new-leaf but the clan would never tolerate anything that put their food source at risk. ”I trust Sunstride’s judgement, we should chase it off.” The smoke verbalizes and looks to the vibrant hued lead warrior, ”You seem familiar with this… “skunk”. How do we chase it off without having to deal with it’s vile?”

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[SUNNVAR]

The others follow his lead, and in this moment, he can only wish that it were not the case. There would be no admitting that the one time he had been so bold as to confront one of these creatures on his own, they had left their stench embedded within his fur for nearly a moon. Since then, he has done little but ignore them– at the time, that had been no trouble. It took little effort to walk around those that did not wish to share their grounds with him, and as a loner he would not starve to leave them be. Wanderers as they were, Sunnvar and Ellisif did not have a territory to defend, or other mouths to feed. Now, he must confront this skunk again, not as a foolish child but a grown warrior. And more than that– Sunstride looks down, to the apprentice that he must teach, and very nearly sighs.

"I do not know if there is a way," he finally admits. "They are cowardly beasts, and do not like to be threatened– it is their defense, when all else fails. If we may find its den, marking our scent along the territory should serve well enough. But for now...I could only suggest that we seem as frightening as we can, without getting terribly close to it." As the warrior speaks, his gaze does not leave the meandering creature, wary of its path. He looks to Badgermoon, perhaps seeking the deputy's own judgement from his familiarity with their name.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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