private blood in the water // casual hunt

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swallowflutter 13 moons polygender any pronouns shadowclan warrior

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Warriorhood suits Swallowflutter - at least, in her mind anyways. When she isn't assigned out on a patrol, she doesn't have to sit around camp and wait for orders to follow - instead she starts up a conversation with her denmates and makes a patrol of her own. Unfortunately for her though, Snowlark had heard - and it's not like she can tell the newly promoted lead warrior where he can go stuff it (as much as she wants too) so she just grits her teeth and nods,

Still, sour mood follows her all the way out in the territory, even her excitement for the hunt and Lividsmoke's presence beside her unable to fully lift her mood. Ears twitch against her skull as they stray further from camp and the world quiets, only the ever-present chatter of insects and birdsong ringing in their ears. Jaws part to scent the air with a flick of her tail, relieved when she finds... something, beneath the marsh scent.

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'

( F A R F R O M B O R I N G )

// This is a casual event thread, with the goal being to take more then one post to enact the events rolled for.
@POPPYGLOW @LIVIDSMOKE @Snowlark.

Encounter Roll: 16 - no encounter
Swalls Prey Roll: 14 - prey found easily & 1 - small prey (lizard)
 
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Death pads after Shadowclan with the slow, plodding gait they had expected it to. Frost creeps over ferns and nips at their paws, but Poppyglow is in relatively good spirits as they weave through the chilly undergrowth of the marsh alongside the young Shadowclanners. A crimson-dipped tail sways and curls cheerfully, unaware of Swallowflutter's poor spirits. Had she been tipped off about it, she would have readily assured them that there was nothing to fear, there was no such thing as an effort made in vain, not truly!

When they reach far enough into the beating heart of the marsh, Poppyglow splits away from the group to snuffle after any potential prey. They let their twitching nose lead the way, following deftly after anything interesting-smelling. Everything is .. frostbitten and chilled-over so far. She lifts her head, wide eyes swiveling around to try their luck finding signs of life in the way of the owl.
  • OOC: PREY ROLL: 7 (failure)
  • poppykit - poppypaw poppyglow
    — agender they/she. 16mo warrior of shadowclan
    — padding after swansong. friend to all.
    — a small, fluffy white and dark red tabby cat with pale, wraithlike blue eyes and a scar across their face
    — smells like mushrooms, dust, and foggy night air
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack, 'poppypaw'
    — penned by eezy
 

Lividsmoke had not been on the best of moods lately, thier poor conversation with Mirestar had left a sour after taste upon thier tongue which turned out to be difficult to wash away. Still, they had a duty as a warrior to complete especially now when leafbare could arrive at any day now. Lividsmoke had only been a kit back then born in the middle of it all so had faint memories. But, Lividsmoke could remember clearly the cold, and how often thier stomach had growled in hunger. It had been a difficult time for Shadowclan to survive and they had barely made it. One could only hope for this leafbare to be more merciful towards them. But hope and luck, that was not something this warrior would put thier faith in, to relay on something that was beyond thier own control.

They would depart from Swallowflutter's side as they left to a different direction to try to sniff up any scents, or find any trails after prey so they could hunt down something on their own. After a while of searching, sniffing around Lividsmoke had to accept that there was nothing there for them to find. Perhaps they should change the location of their search and maybe they would be more successful elsewhere. On thier way back to the group decided to check if anyone of them had have any better luck then them yet. Lividsmoke looked around for each one of them until they noticed Swallowflutter and she seemed to have caught scent of something. While not approaching closer to interupt thier hunt, the warrior would take a brief pause to watch them from a distance, like they wanted to make sure she not would let the prey get away.

// prey roll 5 - no prey (':