CRIES FOR DELIVERANCE = [ phase ii | hunting ]

[scalejaw]

★ Her sides itch where the cobweb has been sticking on and off for days now. She was ready for it gone, to display her new battle wounds, but hunger rumbled in her stomach without regard to the wounds. She finds herself heading a hunting patrol with anyone who will follow, her eyes forward. She tries not to think about what's happening in camp- Mapletuft, as deputy. Mirestar shying away from a conversation. A very important conversation. And finally.. Needledrift. Someone who had become such a solid rock in the clan.

A breath left her, curling white and drifting past her as she moves. Mouth parts quietly, vision turning and shifting about. She doesn't catch any scent of prey, but.. ears snap forward, suddenly more on edge then before. She signals her patrol mates to slow behind her, warning them with a flick of her tail and turn of her ear. There- in the frosted territory, looking undoubtedly out of place, red and black flash. "Fox!" She called to those behind her. Scalejaw moves into battle without second thought, even though her sides still itched with the pull of healing scabs, even though it had been nothing but fighting for days now.

She leaps at the beast, slamming it away before following with claws down it's side, battering it and retreating moments later. The fox follows her with snapping jaws and barks of taunts, moving to pounce at her next if a patrol-mate didn't stop it.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND JUST LIKE THE RAIN ⋅❁⋅ YOU CAST THE DUST INTO NOTHING ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // rolled a 6, so predator encounter! then i rolled a 3 so scale didn't find anything :(

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, lead warrior of shadowclan, sixty-six moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[FERNDANCE]

Life went on, even when she wished it didn't.

Even as she wished she could curl into her nest never to feel again, her belly felt hunger and her tongue felt thirst, trying to ignore them in place of Needledrift's memory felt worse than accommodating them alongside it. She could not wash the scent of blood from her nostrils, the tiniest frog to the tallest tree seemed off, as if she could not imagine either of their tastes. For the first time in her life, she was unenthusiastic about hunting. Her eyes searched where her nostrils could not, her ears pricked but could hear naught but Needledrift's last words. 'But I need to eat.' The territory had other plans.

Ferndance's attention fell upon the vulpine faster than it had any right to, her mind spurred into action far faster than she'd ever want it to be. 'You were the first to take something from me,' she accused, leaping to the side as Scalejaw attacked its front. As its legs coiled in prepared for a pounce, the she-cat jumped first, landing upon the fox's back and chomping down upon its ear, pulling and pulling until she elicited a yap from the creature and forced its attention onto her. For but a glimpse, she pictured ThunderClan's Deputy beneath her. Her heart panged as she realised it wasn't the real thing. Hopelessly, she wished it'd die all the same.

Already she felt it shift, ready to roll and tussle and bite, but Ferndance didn't want to move.

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