COLD WIND [☾] tricked by rogues

[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Harrierstripe was blessed with luck today, a hare dangles from his jaws. It was his first catch in days and it’d likely be several more until he caught again, he’d savor this. Some would save the prey for the clan, but he awards himself the first several bites.

That’s when his unusual ability to sense eyes upon him kicks in.
He felt them bearing into his fur, and somehow he percieves it was no clan-mate who watched with envy.

The fur on his hackles bristles as he flings around to see a rogue. Her fur was tawny-striped and her green eyes stared intensely at him. She’s standing over the borderlines, Harrierstripe guesses the smirk on her face is enough proof she knows what she’s doing.

With an aggressive ’mrrow!’ Harrierstripe abandons his rabbit and sprints forward to attack. She cackles before turning the other way, sprinting back over the scent line where she belongs. Harrierstripe has half a mind to follow her over, catch her and give her some marks to remember him by, StarClan knows he had pent up anger to relase… But he has a kill to return back to.

Turning around he’s stunned by what he saw.
Or well- lack of what he saw.

The rabbit was gone. He turns around to look at the trespassing she-cat once more but she had vanished too.

Harrierstripe is perplexed and he cannot stop the fury that boils inside of him. Somehow, that stupid she-cat had conned him. With the cunning and stealth of ShadowClan cats, she had one other had managed to take off with his rabbit.

To any of his nearby patrol that would hear him he hisses, ”I’m- I’m going after them- and I’m going to kill them!” he vows, storming over to the scent markers with every intent of hunting these cats down.

☾ INFO BATTLE

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  » Harrierkit . Harrierpaw . Harrierstripe
  » WindClan Warrior
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe who uses jeers and jaunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to outwit and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[VIOLETHEART]

"Easy. You let them get the best of you like that, and they just get more satisfaction." Violetheart advised. He himself had been out on the moors looking to bring home prey to bolster the freshkill pile when he'd caught scent of Harrierstripe and heard the commotion not far away - he wasn't able to get to his Clanmate's side before the deed was done, but he hoped his presence and words would be enough to keep the tom from rushing off and possibly getting himself into more problems.
"A rogue, huh? Seems like we've been getting more of them harassing our borders lately." Violetheart frowned in the direction that the rogue that had stolen Harrierstripe's prey had taken off in. He understood wanting to hunt her down and get back what she'd stolen, but there was also the chance of getting into a scuffle - and with things as they were, it would be best to avoid any kind of confrontation that might lead to injury. The disease that was snaking around the Clans was bad enough by itself, and with warriors gone on the journey, those left behind needed to be in their top form in case anything happened. Anything, like this rogue situation might prove itself to be.​

 

[FOXGLARE]

⁀➷ Foxglare approached with his own meager kill—catching one skinny sparrow after what felt like an entire day of hunting wasn't going to be feeding the clan nearly as much as they needed—when the dark-furred tom snarled after the thieves.

"A buncha greedy rats, they are..." He bristled at the sight of it, and at Violetheart's comment of the increase in rogues in the area lately. Sickness rampaged throughout the forest, and prey was becoming scarcer by the day, he wasn't surprised that the blood tickled the noses of leeches like that.

"Ya shouldn't go alone," he growled, stalking over toward the scent marker alongside him. If Harrierstripe insisted on going after them, it'd be better to have two sets of paws going than one, he'd go too. Running out of the territory to go after who knew how many rogues there were for just one rabbit might've been a fool's errand, but Fox wouldn't turn his nose up at making sure the cowards got what they deserved.

ALL IN ALL ⁀➷☾⁺₊ IS ALL WE ARE ; 09/08/23

• OOC:
• 
• 
  — sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
  — he/him. 11mo moor-runner of windclan
  — bisexual ; single
  — a large, scarred, longhaired light ginger tabby with high white and grey eyes
  — smells like wet oak wood and dewy sedge
  — sounds like leon kennedy, with a vague texan drawl.
  — the straight-faced and taciturn adopted son of houndthistle, lived as a twolegplace loner until 7 moons old, now a moor-runner of windclan. stalwart and resilient, he is not easily shaken and lives by a very strict personal code of honor.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — icon by mercurial, chibi by vulture
  — penned by eezy

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[dragonflywish]

Dragonflywish was empty-pawed, certainly like a majority of the clan was, as well. Leaf Fall was bad enough, losing prey numbers as some began to hibernate or migrate, but now there was.. rogues, too? He approached the gathering, his tail swaying behind him and ears lowering softly. Blue eyes shifted over the border, the scent of food upon Harrier, and the lack of it visually all together told him most of what he needed to know. A breath inhaled, and he began to speak, warning softly.

"I don't think doing that is wise." He spoke, his tone solid despite the softness to it. He lifted his gaze to look at Foxglare, his eyes making contact and unmoving after that. Less of a glare and more just... making very solid eye contact. His head slowly tilted, mouth parting to scent the border. "Do as you want, but it's a considerably bad idea." Dragonflywish flicked his tail, moving to turn back towards the territory and the nearest tunnel entrance. ​

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"speech"​

 

[HEMLOCKHAZE]

PRINCE WITH A THOUSAND ENEMIES — The bicolored tom makes his way over before gently bumping into Dragonflywish in a silent catching sight of what had occurred and with a twitch of his whiskers listens to the young warriors talk about chasing after the rogues, a part of him tempted to egg on their stupidity and encourage them to go off to return wounded or potentially not even find the molly that had stolen from Harrierstripe. The more reasonable part of him has to refrain from rolling his eyes and would speak after nodding a greeting to Violetheart "My friend here is right. It would be a waste of your energy and who knows if there's more than two rogues. You could run into a potential ambush and sustain a few wounds." Or die. The last part goes unspoken and remains a grim thought in his mind, the Moor Queen had already lost her mate. What else would crumble away at her mind if she lost her own son? She would probably not bat an eye at losing another warrior is what he believes when his dark gaze shifts briefly to Foxglare. It would be one last mouth to feed but would take away from the only healthy paws that could hunt and protect.

"We could go and try finding more prey." He adds with a nod of his head and a ghost of a smile curves onto his maw, their energy would be more wisely spent than fruitlessly going after a pair of rogues that were long gone by now. Had he been in Harrierstripe's place would he had been upset? Absolutely. It would've infuriated the tunneler to quite some degree but he'd be more drained by being angry and lashing out, call him a hypocrite but he knew where one had to, at least, stop and think for a heartbeat or two. Be reasonable despite the red that would blind his vision. Hemlockhaze pushes these thoughts to the side choosing to look at the younger tom to see what he would decide to do.

➳ AND WHENEVER THEY CATCH YOU, THEY WILL KILL YOU

• 
  ➳ 45 moons old
  ➳ windclan tunneler
  ➳ bisexual
  ➳ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ➳ relies on swiftness, strategy, and quick wit to slip from his opponents/strike
  ➳ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ➳ penned by bosstaurus

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[Azaleafrost]

Azaleafrost approaches with the same disinterested look as always, but she carries her head a little higher. She overheard what had happened and found it amusing. She certainly wouldn't have been fooled so easily. Perhaps it was because of the wariness she grew up with. But there's a small satisfaction inside at seeing Harrierstripe fail. Blessed prince of the moors who holds himself above everyone else, just as his siblings do, fooled by fleabitten rabble.

But she has to agree with the others, the scent of rogues has been more prominent recently. This irritates her and excites her. She can fight these cats and leave them for the crows and not be scolded for it. All she has to do is pretend they're someone she doesn't like. It's free therapy! Of course, it could backfire if she loses the fight, but she's confident she could take most of them. She's done it before.

"If he wants to chase, he can." She says. Because honestly, who's going to stop him? If he wants to go, he's gonna go. " We need to check for other rogues. If they're this comfortable on our territory, there could be more elsewhere."​