chemicals | crow death

[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ "Stop struggling! I just want a couple of feathers!" Her hiss is sharp and jagged as she shifts her body to try and not be scrapped with sharp talons. The fight is sapping her strength but she knows if she can make the bird also too tired to fight then all the better for her. But wings keep hitting her face over and over again. Her muzzle flashes dangerously with sharp teeth and she tries to hold back her anger. All morning she has been trying to find a particular bird, black sleek feathers that she can decorate her pelt with. Stalking and watching when she found this crow alone and away from it's partner. Now the struggle is getting loud and obnoxious, the cawing incessant as she tries to pull a feather out now. But she misses because of how it keeps moving and putting up an unnecssary fight. Her paws shift and she finds herself pressing hard down against its throat if only to just shut it up. She keeps going till finally the woman feels like she has had enough. The crow's life be damned. Her claws flex and streak across the avian's throat. A splash of red hitting her face and the ground.

Finally there is silence and she huffs softly. Now she sets about pulling the feathers from the now corpse. The bird itself she will take back to camp for the freshkill pile. "I don't know who likes bird but I'm sure someone will enjoy it." It's a clean kill in her book. Easy and over with swiftly. Her idea had not been to kill it but all the noise it made just sealed it's fate.​

 

[EVENINGPAW]

@Gladefrost + ( @TWINKLEPAW )

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It is the storm of agitated hisses, shrill bird cries, and violent flap of wings that lead Eveningpaw. She has had half the mind to bark a swift question of what's that to Gladefrost before bouncing off, curiosity grabbing her by the scruff and directing her towards the source. Surely it is nothing too dangerous within their own land. She gets a vague whiff of Midnightpaw's scent too, and although Eveningpaw might be just a bit intimidated by those scorching yellow eyes and their dark outlines, at least she knows there is no rogue or trespasser involved. (Hopefully. The chances are low!)

Her imagination runs wild — so when she breaks the line of bushes, it is decisively unsatisfying to see a rather normal scene unfolding before her. A hunt... one that appears less graceful than usual, but a successful hunt nevertheless.

There is just a few passing moments of blessed silence before Eveningpaw speaks, eyeing Midnightpaw oddly. "Um. Nice catch?" Not really, but it'd be rude not to say something — and the bird does not particularly messy by any means. Midnightpaw's face is the only thing coated in blood.

"Oh! You should bring it back to camp, so the queens and elders can eat." Self-confidence seeps into every feature of Eveningpaw's own, clean face; she cannot refuse the urge to shoot Gladefrost a questioning look: I am right, right?
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[FERNGILL]

He'd never seen Midnightpaw flailing about like this- and he was surprised she managed to keep a hold on the struggling thing, shadowed limbs whipping at her face. From a distance, he was tempted to run forward to help her- but there was quite a possibility he'd make it worse. During the journey he'd managed to gather some of the land hunting skills that Mudpelt had never taught him, but he'd never in his life killed a bird, and wasn't particularly bothered to give it a go. They weren't as good as fish, but not a lo of things were...

As he drew closer, Midnightpaw at last killed it- Ferngill's face lit up with an encouraging smile. Yeah, she could be an abrasive sort, but she was a Clanmate at the end of the day. Ferngill wasn't at all inclined to begrudge her an accomplishment, even if their ways of delivering bad news differed quite greatly in harshness.

"What do you want the feathers for?" Ferngill asked, genuine curiosity written in a solitary gaze of emerald.

As Eveningpaw approached, he gave her a grin- approval danced in his eye, though he knew she searched for it in Gladefrost's face rather than his own. The queens would like it, though... well, maybe not Iciclefang. "It's a shame Lichenstar doesn't get first dibs- I know they're fond of birds." And maybe if the queens, kits and elders had already been fed...​

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[Snakeblink]

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”Well, that is taking ‘crow food’ quite literally…” Snakeblink muses as he slinks closer to the trio of cats, checking over his shoulder that @turtlepaw is following. He gives Midnightpaw’s blood-splattered face a bemused look, but ultimately does not comment on it: he’s learned better, and cannot find fault in the method, though if it were him he would simply have killed the bird first and then picked it clean of feathers. No use wasting food, even though crows are far from his taste.

”I believe most of the elders and queens have eaten already, and frankly those that remain may give this one a pass… Birds are not to everybody’s liking.” Mostly on account of the taste (in this season, it’s hardly necessary to force oneself to eat distasteful prey when the fish are so plentiful) but also how difficult they are to catch. ”How did you get your paws on it in the first place?” He asks the apprentice, quirking his whiskers in surprise. He doubts the crow let that happen peacefully, considering the racket.​

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Amber orbs shift around to look at the first to appear because of the unnecessary racket that happened. Eveningpaw. Right she remembers the new apprentice and of course their mentor. Her muzzle doesn't change as she sighs and looks down at the crow at the comment of it being a nice catch. She hadn't wanted to catch it at all, well not for the reasons that most would think of but she manages to shrug her shoulders as she swipes her tongue along her maw. "I guess so. It's a pretty good size." Her muzzle then finally shows the faintest hint of a smile before she tilts her head. "I planned on putting it on the freshkill pile. You think the queens would want it?" Not many had a taste for bird and she saw no reason to push it on someone if they didn't want it but maybe they might.

As Ferngill came forth her eyes shifted away then, paws shifting as she looked to the feathers that she had taken. Only the long ones she wanted. The biggest ones. Embarrassment makes her pelt heat up and she isn't sure she wants to say. She's never been one to try and look pretty so this is...different. "I was...I was going to use them as decorations." On what she didn't want to say but she supposes someone could put two and two together. Either for her nest or for herself. Midnight's gaze brightens a little when Lichenstar is brought up and the fact that they have a taste for birds. Something she didn't know about but comments it to memory. She doesn't have a lot of....like for the leader since letting those kittypets in and she is about to say something when Snakeblink comes forth she flicks her tail at his comments. Easily enough she places her paw on the crow feeling intrigued at the prospect that the others have been fed already. "Well, I followed it and snuck up on it. Then I pounced but I wasn't...trying to kill it. I just wanted the feathers."​

 

[dappledew]

〔✦〕Much like the others, the commotion and a healthy helping of concern is what brings Dappledew toward the source. Even from where he's at, originally, he can tell it's a bird- but the reason why it's making so much racket, combined with the rumors of outsiders, makes him wary that someone is on Riverclan territory that shouldn't be. It's concern for his younger siblings that pushes him forward at first and then, more reluctanty, worry for his parents as well.

He's one of the late arrivals, and even through the crowd, he can see what the cause was- Midnightpaw, with the crow held heavily in her jaws and a face smeared with blood. Obviously, it hadn't been a clean kill, and she wasn't his apprentice, but it doesn't stop him from caling out with a grin as he gets close enough, anyways, parroting what he's sure his clanmates have already said. "Hey, nice catch!"

With the options of what to do with the crow being tossed around, and Midnightpaw's own wonder about if the queens would like it, Dappledew is almost content to let them figure it out on their own. Almost.

He perks up at the mention of the feathers, though, just as he's about to resign himself to just congratulating the apprentice. "Even if the queens have eaten, I'm sure some of the kits would appreciate some of the smaller feathers." The queens in question would probably hate him for the mess the feathers would make, but it's a small price to pay- and if he really needs to, then Dappledew can't image turning down helping clean up.

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• DAPPLEDEW —— warrior of riverclan , mentoring no one . swancloud x stagstorm . sibling to -feather, -flight, -kit, -kit ✦ penned by cherry
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