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A guttural voice rasps out into the night, somewhere in the outer recesses of the woodland territory.
"SHUT UP."
It belongs to a dark-striped tabby, who speaks in an unpleasant and forceful whisper. There had been a noise behind him. Be it chitchat, a loss of footing, or perhaps an embodiment of his own internal dialogue, the tom provides an over-the-shoulder glare to the hodgepodge of cats on his heels. They ought to know that this operation's room for error is minimal. MI-NI-MAL. The slightest hiccup will open up an array of unfortunate outcomes, ones they are better off avoiding for their hides' sake, and Smogmaw did not intend to emulate the last patrol's inadequate results.
A thick layer of clouds eclipses the heavens above, permitting them the shade of starless skies. It isn't quite night yet, but rather dusk, as they couldn't risk all of the prey falling asleep on them. The forest's underbrush becomes thicker, denser the further they stray from the thunderpath. Passing off the rustling of his limbs as the night breeze becomes less believable as time goes on. Should StarClan favour them on this night, the ShadowClan cats shall take their leave relatively soon. He doesn't wish to spend any time longer here than what was needed.
As was planned, the patrol disperses after a while. They remain in the same vicinity, yet head off in other trajectories to cover more ground and seek more prey. Smogmaw ensures to keep his apprentice by his side, seeing how Sharppaw likely hasn't tread through this nick of the woods before.
His eyes comb through their surroundings in a squint. "Watch the trees," instructs the tom in little less than a murmur. He hasn't hunted squirrels or birds in a smattering of seasons, but as far as he can recall, scaling trees is a hell of a lot more difficult than nabbing frogs from their lily-pads.
// blitz (howling) has established that this thread is limited to 3 tc warriors + their apprentices! thunderclanners, pls wait for @BATCHIRP to reply!
// @FERNDANCE @Siltcloud. @BATCHIRP @SHARPPAW. @Tornadopaw
// retro to the gathering!
// lots of ooc notices, yippee!
"SHUT UP."
It belongs to a dark-striped tabby, who speaks in an unpleasant and forceful whisper. There had been a noise behind him. Be it chitchat, a loss of footing, or perhaps an embodiment of his own internal dialogue, the tom provides an over-the-shoulder glare to the hodgepodge of cats on his heels. They ought to know that this operation's room for error is minimal. MI-NI-MAL. The slightest hiccup will open up an array of unfortunate outcomes, ones they are better off avoiding for their hides' sake, and Smogmaw did not intend to emulate the last patrol's inadequate results.
A thick layer of clouds eclipses the heavens above, permitting them the shade of starless skies. It isn't quite night yet, but rather dusk, as they couldn't risk all of the prey falling asleep on them. The forest's underbrush becomes thicker, denser the further they stray from the thunderpath. Passing off the rustling of his limbs as the night breeze becomes less believable as time goes on. Should StarClan favour them on this night, the ShadowClan cats shall take their leave relatively soon. He doesn't wish to spend any time longer here than what was needed.
As was planned, the patrol disperses after a while. They remain in the same vicinity, yet head off in other trajectories to cover more ground and seek more prey. Smogmaw ensures to keep his apprentice by his side, seeing how Sharppaw likely hasn't tread through this nick of the woods before.
His eyes comb through their surroundings in a squint. "Watch the trees," instructs the tom in little less than a murmur. He hasn't hunted squirrels or birds in a smattering of seasons, but as far as he can recall, scaling trees is a hell of a lot more difficult than nabbing frogs from their lily-pads.
// blitz (howling) has established that this thread is limited to 3 tc warriors + their apprentices! thunderclanners, pls wait for @BATCHIRP to reply!
// @FERNDANCE @Siltcloud. @BATCHIRP @SHARPPAW. @Tornadopaw
// retro to the gathering!
// lots of ooc notices, yippee!