pafp black sheep, come home ➺ lousy hunt

[doepath ࿔]

Doepath cannot see the faces of her enemies that masquerade themselves as clan-mates... but she can feel them. Their eyes dig into her coat and knot there like burrs, stubborn and refusing to untangle without ripping out fur with it. As she wanders through the familiar rooted landscape of the forest, the feeling doesn't leave.... Skyclaw is smart enough not to give those that might flee a chance to do so, even while going about necessary chores. It had yet to hinder her abilities to track anything but... the nervousness that flutters in her stomach makes her paws shake too. As she trots after the scent of a squirrel, her stomach flips with a nervous bubbling... It was a horrible game of hide and seek.

Her unsteady steps do not feel for surprises in the trail like normal, distracted and ready to jump at the slightest of sounds- she hunkers low to crouch like a good hunter should... stepping timidly towards the heavy scent of her target... but her dizzied thoughts betray her senses and before she's close enough to rush the fluffy-tailed creature, a stray twig snaps under the weight of her paws. Horror pierces her like a hunter's arrow, scrambling wildly to try to catch it as it sprints for the nearest tree trunk and skitters up the bark.

She reaches feeble upward, jumping to try and snag its leg or unseat it from it's run but her claws meet air and she slides down the bark with a miserable groan of disappointment. Why were these rodents so prominent here.. where they were hard to see and harder for blurry vision to pick up on? That's probably the point, she thinks with a frown, ears swiveling as the branches of nearby brush shift to announce the shadow she'd suspected was there but hadn't been able to confirm until now.

"Sorry... I didn't disturb your hunt too did I?" That seemed like a possibility and one that no warrior would be thrilled to deal with.

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[REDFLOWER]

Redflower's amber gaze sears through the undergrowth, following Doepath's slender form like a predator stalking their prey. The she-cat navigates the forest like some bumbling kittypet, letting her paws snag and blunder. I've seen kits hunt better, the tortoiseshell thinks, her tail lashing behind her. We don't need this kind of incompetence in ThunderClan! Sure enough, Doepath embarks on a hunt, and the squirrel evades her, the branches rattling above them as the creature escapes into the trees.

The tortoiseshell reveals herself, her teeth flashing into a mockery of a smile. "Sorry... I didn't disturb your hunt too, did I?" Redflower's nose scrunches up. "You've scared away every piece of prey this side of the forest," she mews, her voice scathing. "I've seen better hunters in Twoleg gardens!"

She takes a few pacing steps around Doepath, her stance threatening, shoulders squared and limbs flexing. "Maybe you should give up and go back to camp. Let the real hunters take over." Her tail flicks out behind her.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.
  
  

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[antlerbreeze]

Antler's vision, if it could burn, would sear through Redflower's skin. If she had the option, she wasn't far from her softer sister at anytime. Fallow could protect itself- Doe was as a disibility with her vision. While she could handle herself hunting, being defended from the foxhearts that curl up in Thunderclan's grasps? That was different. Antler was only a mere few steps behind the right hand of the cat that killed her former mentor.

Maybe you should give up. Her ears twitched, Antler revealing herself with a snarl that could freeze hell over. "I beg your fucking pardon? If you want prey to be caught, let my sister hunt." Where dewdrops and berries used to churn together in a sweet mixture had turned rotten and sour- Antler was no longer a happy cat. Antler had been left on Thunderclan's ravine-bottom, sharp words spat at Skyclaw before disappearing.

Antler is swiftly between Redflower and Doe, even if it means pushing Redflower backwards to secure that spot. Wicked eyes, golden-orange and narrowed. Akin to baking coals, ones just aflame, settled directly on Redflower's, unafraid of keeping eye contact. "Been in Twoleg gardens often? Maybe we should be questioning your heritage, then." Hypocrite. Make her a hypocrite. Antler's teeth barely flashed, every ounce of will she had being used to keep her teeth hidden.

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• ANTLERPOISON she/her, warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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