pafp BYE BYE MISS AMERICAN PIE // apple pie prompt

[Scarletpaw]

// please wait for one of these characters to reply before posting! @SILVERSUN @ROEFLAME . @CARDINALPAW
Also mentor tag @RACCOONSTRIPE
The patrol is smelling apple pie from nearby twolegs, and are sent on a wild goose chase trying to locate the source of the strange scent!

Scarletpaw trots alongside her patrol, her split eyes scanning the undergrowth as the sun dips lower in the sky. The crisp breeze carries the usual scents of the oak forest - earth, leaves, and stale prey trails - but then something strange hits her nose. Sweet, warm, and...mouthwatering.

She halts in her tracks, her ears pricking up. "Do you smell that?" She looks back as her patrolmates stop too, their noses twitching as the strange scent grows stronger. It's unlike anything she's ever smelled before. It's sweet, almost like berries, but richer…inviting. There's a warmth to it, like fresh-kill, but with an almost herb-y twist that makes her stomach rumble. "What is that?" She murmurs, her curiosity piqued.

The scent drifts through the trees, drawing them forward. Without thinking, Scarletpaw in all her confusion heads off towards where she thinks it's coming from, well-trained paws silent against the forest floor. The source has to be close by! Maybe it's a new kind of prey, one they've never hunted before?
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[ROEFLAME .]

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The brisk Leaf-fall breeze carries an extra sharp bite as the sun drifts further from the sky. That was fine, though. It was good for the apprentices to experience some real cold before Leaf-bare came, they were still much too soft from the pampering of their New-leaf birth season.

As the patrol nears the SkyClan border, the chilled breeze carries something new with it this time, a breath of something sweet, tantalizing on the deputies hungry tastebuds. It seems she is not the first to notice, Scarletpaw has already halted in her tracks. "I've never scented anything like it before." Roeflame murmurs, giving her fellow warriors a curious glance.

Scarletpaw begins to drift, and the brassy warrior doesn't find it in her to tell the apprentice to stop, not when her own curiosity pushed her paws in the same direction. "C'mon, let's go find it." For an unexplained reason, Roeflame's voice drops to a hurried whisper to the rest of her patrol. "Just… walk slowly and stay low to the ground." Honeyed scents like the one that bathed her nose now were more often than not the result of two-legs, but as long as the patrol was smart they'd be able to observe whatever was happening from a distance.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Scarletpaw's tracking skills are improving, but no cat can scent any prey through the musk of whatever drapes the forest today. The young she-cat tastes the air and murmurs, "Do you smell that?" Raccoonstripe halts beside her, letting his jaws part. The scent is rich, richer even than the honey his brother had stung his paws collecting in newleaf; it's almost cloying against his scent glands. He scrunches up his muzzle, confusion twisting his features. "That's not like anything I've ever smelled before." He flicks an ear, suspicious.

Roeflame echoes his sentiment, though her directive is to follow the enticing scent and find out what it is. Raccoonstripe makes a low noise in his throat. "Is that really a good idea?" But, in truth, he has no real reason to forbid Scarletpaw from following orders, and besides, like it or not, the cinnamon tabby was his deputy now, not his equal.

He narrows his eyes and does as she instructs, but there's a little spark of would-be defiance burning in his heart.

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

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 46 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Scarletpaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.

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[SHADOWEDPAW]

It's a strange scent that causes his paws to falter - one sweet, warm. Like honey on a greenleaf day, he thinks, but not quite the same. Different, but a good different. He's not the only one to notice the peculiar scent, with Roeflame and Scarletpaw stopping just ahead of him.

" Is it… food..? " Shadowedpaw guesses, a slow uncertainty drawing out his voice. Yet to eat anything, the apprentice's stomach growls at the thought of new food up ahead, and he looks to the patrol's warriors — the deputy — for guidance. But it's Scarletpaw that moves, that guides them forward toward something not even the older cats know of.

A threat, a trap, a beast — it all could be up ahead, but Shadowedpaw is quick to dismiss the thought, cream-torched paws setting after the rest of the patrol. Something new is up ahead, and he isn't going to be left out of finding out — of tasting — just what it could be.
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[Addersnap]

ooc: mobile + posting this in the middle of karaoke so im sorry its super bad and rushed

Patrols had been bountiful for Addersnap, a treasure hidden beneath the rough in order to keep him sane. It kept his mind buzzing, not allowing him to process the transition into adulthood like he should be. He found himself on a patrol with some of the best, it felt, surrounded by Raccoonstripe and Roeflame. Puffing out his chest hoping his patrol-mates would notice, the warrior now crouched slightly above the ground after Scarletpaw musings and Roeflame's order. Flicking his gaze to Raccoonstripe who echoed his thoughts, the chocolate feline shrugged his shoulders towards the lead before following after the deputy with hesitant paws. "Food makes 'he most sense," he nodded in agreement with Shadowedpaw, though puzzled himself. What was that delectable scent? He hoped to never forget it. "M'ybe it's'ta lure in prey?"​