california fetid adders tongue 𓃦 intro + snakerocks

[blackbird.]

➾ BLACKBIRD. GIVEN A SENTENCE LAID ON A PLATE, SHAKE HANDS AND EAT THE SHIT. ☾ 𓅫
𓃦𓃥 ﹏ this time of year was dangerous for any cat, no matter how seasoned of a warrior they are. leaf-bare brought with it barren stones, and new-leaf brought with it the return of the adders. green-leaf brought with it the multiplication. dozens of baby snakes have since been born following the coldest moons, all of which were feeding to grow larger. to grow more dangerous. though one should know to always watch their step around here, it only took an apprentice straying too far from their mentors side or a warrior too caught up in their thoughts to pay little attention to their footing and meet the piercing of teeth and a too-soon demise. now blackbird was well aware of all of the potential incidents that could occur slinking around these rocks this time of the seasons, but she trusts herself quicker than the flash of an adder's teeth and stronger than the bones that the snake was made from. she could not say as much with confidence to those in tow. perhaps it was a shallow thought of ignorance for she knows that anybody without sufficiency would not carry alongside, but she cannot help nor shake her mild irritation. why couldn't she have just gone by herself instead of making a delicate task much more…. tedious and worrisome.

soft feet land heavily upon the skull of a baby adder, pinning it and its flashing teeth down against the rocks as she delivers a sharp bite to the nape of its neck. a pawful of seconds pass and then the snake lays still and dead. "i've heard the little ones are more dangerous than the big ones." her voice drawls out as she releases her hold on the snake, rough and gravely from her throat. "i don't want to find out today if that's true." any bite from any snake had to potential of fatality to any cat. regardless of rumor and size, nobody needed to leave this place with any teeth holes.

it was questionable whether or not the culling of some of these babies was a good idea, and whether it not it would make a difference in the upcoming moons was up for debate. was it worth the risk? putting yourself in unnecessary trouble now to prevent yourself from the slim potential of that same danger further down the line? truthful speaking said that the warrior did not know. perhaps she'd hear an earful of it upon returning home. but for now, with trust in her own capability, it seemed like a good idea. and so she would continue the hunt.

THE ACQUITTED WERE HARD WRUNG THROUGH A DRIPPING CLOTH.
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• introduction thread alongside a landmark thread :) snake rocks and…. population control?
  

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• BLACKBIRD ✩ mtf, she/they, warrior of thunderclan, 16 moons old
  ⭃ tall she-cat with dark brown fur. she has lighter brown on her belly and as a mask on her face. she has thin and wispy fur, one missing ear, and one torn ear.
  ⭃ a rough spoken and independent she-cat with a strong distaste for outsiders. she's proud, confident, and oftentimes arrogant. nonetheless, she's a hardworking member of thunderclan and aims to help serve her clan... even if she goes about this differently than others.
  ⭃ open to minor and minor nonviolent powerplay / / underline and tag when attacking ⇌ see her bio here
  ⭃ penned by @DOFFERZ! ⇌ doffloppa on discord, feel free to dm for plots. template credit to vayle.
  
  
  

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[leafhusk]

⚘ there aren't many places leafhusk avoids— thunderclan's land is vast and gorgeous. to the way the trees bend over the forest, the flowers that bloomed from the bushes… so much about it is perfect. snakerocks are an exception, and the reasons for that are obvious. she is not mouse-brained. when she first arrived in thunderclan, she avoided that section of territory until leaf-bare. the rocks pile on top of each other, crookedly placed into the earth, but still stable enough that it won't topple over. the tallest rock shadows over the patrol, with two sharp stones jutting out like fangs.

before leafhusk's promotion, there was wolfwind, who had succumbed to a snake's venom in this very place. stars, why did she agree to this? she ponders the question as her paw harshly slams down on an adder, killing it. blackbird was the mouse-brain for thinking this was something you can do by yourself, the sepia molly was simply, supervising. a quick pray to the stars above that this goes well, while her eyes double check their surroundings. her mind briefly remembers the snakeskin thundergleam found, the omen the albino molly had breathlessly spoken about. maybe, there is something to gain from culling baby snakes, reassurance, a clearer head. the shed skin was pointed close in the direction of camp.

"that's… great." her voice drags on in a quiet mutter, but when she speaks up again, it is more clear, "what are we doing with the remains? you're not supposed to eat snakes…" pale golden eyes squint at the adder she just killed, voice dipping once more into a quieter tone. her muzzle scrunches up, and the thing is limply tossed aside.​

 

[ivytwist]

❝ MY CERTAINTY IS WILD, WEAVING ✧°.☀ ————————————
Like Leafhusk, Ivytwist was asking herself why she agreed to this patrol. She needed something to do, and when Blackbird called out for help, well, she couldn't say no. Not like she had anything better to do.

Ivytwist peered over a rock with bi-colored eyes at the pair killing baby adders with ease. She grimaced at the limp form being pushed away. She'd been here a couple of times as an apprentice, but liked to avoid it as much as possible. Snakes gave her the shivers. The way they moved was so unnatural for something that could kill her with one swift bite. Worms moved like snakes, but they were kind of cute... and definitely harmless.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted one of these scaly abominations and quickly dispatched it, groaning all the while. Blackbird's not-so-fun fact sounded off behind her and she groaned even louder. "Why are we here then? To possibly have three deaths on one patrol? Might be a new clan record." Her tone was jovial despite her displeasure with the current task assigned to the patrol.

Her eyes flitted over to Leafhusk and she sighed at the lead warrior's valid question. "Maybe we bring some of the dead ones home for the kits. They aren't so dangerous now that they're dead, right?" Ivytwist looked to Blackbird for confirmation. She actually thought you could eat snakes, but didn't want to correct Leafhusk for fear of having to prove it.

[penned by muddly - ☀]

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[LAUGHBLOSSOM]

𓇢𓇢 There's nothing in this territory that the chocolate-striped tom would consider himself afraid of. He's a warrior now, and boldly taking care of dangers within ThunderClan's land is now a part of his duty. This is why Laughblossom feels no despair or concern as he trots along with the patrol to the place where the icy grip of death is merely an overturned stone away. One misstep, one adder's fang, and StarClan would be drifting down to greet any of them with open arms. But none will meet their death today, that Laughblossom is certain of. Not while the chocolate tabby meanders alongside them, not while he has a say in the matter.

There isn't much danger here anyhow, he thinks as his clanmates begin to dispatch young snakes seemingly without issue. Laughblossom is not so quick to dirty his paws, hazel eyes blinking slowly as he observes their motions. Skilled, certain blows end the small snakes' lives with ease. Laughblossom's own paws are not so sure, not so quick. But as Leafhusk asks what they should do, the tom listens carefully. The bright grin upon his muzzle shifts to a stiff line at Ivytwist's suggestion. "I don't believe turning snakes into playthings for kits would be a good idea," he muses, tipping his head in consideration. Ivytwist has a point, but if it is true that the young ones are more dangerous as Blackbird says, then they should not risk a kit's death. Such an outcome would be worse than a warrior's death. "A snake safety lesson, perhaps—that could be our use for them!" Pride lines his face now, for his intelligent suggestion. Certainly ThunderClan's freshest faces would do well to understand the best course of action should a snake find its way into the ravine of camp.

❀༄ willow dancing on air

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  LAUGHBLOSSOM ❯❯ he/him, warrior of thunderclan
  𓇢 silky-furred chocolate tabby with white spotting and hazel eyes. joyous and loud, but deeply protective of his clan.
  𓇢 brother to lovelight, joywing, wrathpaw
  𓇢 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓇢 penned by foxlore

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[Tybalt [Stagstrike]]

Tybalt offered a nod of approval to Blackbird as he examined the small snake's corpse. "Well caught," he rumbled. "One less little snake to grow into a big snake." Leafhusk appeared less convinced by the catch, noting that they couldn't eat it. Tybalt stepped forward and turned the creature over with a forepaw. Parts of it may have been edible, but he wasn't particularly interested in taking the risk of finding out.

Ivytwist suggested taking them home for the kits, and Laughblossom pointed out that turning them into toys would be a poor choice. "A safety lesson is a good idea," Tybalt agreed. "For the kits and the apprentices. Best the first adder they see close up be the dead one. Any of them getting close enough to a live one without ever having seen one probably wouldn't have time to realize the danger before they were bitten."

 

[blackbird.]

➾ BLACKBIRD. GIVEN A SENTENCE LAID ON A PLATE, SHAKE HANDS AND EAT THE SHIT. ☾ 𓅫
𓃦𓃥 ﹏ she flicks an ear as the cats alongside her speak and bear forth their concerns. though they speak much worry about the safety of the situation at paw, blackbird notes how swiftly they take to the mission. a handful of adders had already subcome to their death, and she supposes the company wasn't too poor. she hadn't had much plans for the corpses beyond leaving them somewhere or burying them. perhaps tossing them into the river for the fish. though she supposes they could make a good plaything for the kits in camp. was it safe? blackbird wasn't quite sure.... she's never attempted to eat one of the snakes themselves. would it make one sick? nobody could see her sinking her teeth into one beyond killing it.

"whatever you do with them doesn't matter to me," she responds, casting her own catch off to the side for them to bring back. she didn't want to waste the time burying it in such a dangerous area. though as much as she tried to disregard the willingness to pay much care, she cannot help but agree that a safety lesson for the kits wasn't a bad idea. kits were curious, and she'd hate to see one fall victim to curiosity to the legless creatures. she could imagine all the questions now: "how do they move? are they really that dangerous? why don't we kill them all?" perhaps not all of those would be questions that thunderclan's youth may be asking, but regardless.... she'd sit on the sidelines out of the way of question's reach. that was, if nobody got bitten by yapping so much. with a sharp gesture of her tail, she silences the warriors. "i hear something." the soft hissing underfoot... somewhere around them. she stands still and crouched to the ground and flicks her tail as she scans the ground and rocks. where was it?

THE ACQUITTED WERE HARD WRUNG THROUGH A DRIPPING CLOTH..
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• BLACKBIRD ✩ mtf, she/they, warrior of thunderclan, 16 moons old
  ⭃ tall she-cat with dark brown fur. she has lighter brown on her belly and as a mask on her face. she has thin and wispy fur, one missing ear, and one torn ear.
  ⭃ a rough spoken and independent she-cat with a strong distaste for outsiders. she's proud, confident, and oftentimes arrogant. nonetheless, she's a hardworking member of thunderclan and aims to help serve her clan... even if she goes about this differently than others.
  ⭃ open to minor and minor nonviolent powerplay / / underline and tag when attacking ⇌ see her bio here
  ⭃ penned by @DOFFERZ! ⇌ doffloppa on discord, feel free to dm for plots. template credit to vayle.
  
  
  

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[DOESPRING]

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Doespring rarely feels the true weight of fear — aside from the adrenaline cruising through her veins when the situation calls for it, but that is all instinct's doing. A certain degree of carelessness and confidence helps her (or curses her, depending on how you look at it) keep her cool when traversing danger; today, that is the Snakerocks.

At least there are no apprentices to worry too much over just yet. The patrol consists of strong, capable warriors, and thus Doespring is entirely content crossing rock-to-rock, only the stillness of her ears and tail proving that she is indeed paying attention to what happens underpaw. It simply would not fit her well to cower in land that is rightfully theirs. If one is experienced enough and bold enough, not even the slimy-skinned snakes could act as a deterrent.

"Leave the remains as a warning for the others," Doespring murmurs, voice dry as always while she addresses the topic at hand. The uncharacteristic softness of her eyes suggests sarcasm, an attempt at a joke, though there is no smile crinkling at the edges to really prove it.

Blackbird's discovery brings her focus back full force. Keen eyes and attentive ears; all you really need to uncover the threat of snake. Doespring follows the vague hissing, retracing her steps wherever needed, and comes to an abrupt stop atop a bundle of broad stones. "I think it's here."
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