DIES IRAE ˎˊ- HUNTING ENCOUNTER

[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- despite it not being her favorite thing in the world, carawaysong hunted land prey with an impressive efficiency. a gift passed from nightfish, no doubt, and now she had the opportunity to spread such knowledge to an apprentice of her very own. she had told rivuletpaw how to stalk through the territory, and now it was her chance to show.

and show she did. after a thorough search, carawaysong caught wind of a rabbit more than likely taking a journey away from the moors. it should have stayed there if it did not want to become someone's meal. the warrior caught it off guard, propelled herself forward on long legs and ran it to a dead end where she swiftly promised another catch to riverclan. an good one too, something of this size would feed a good pawful of clanmates if they were conservative with their appetites.

her time admiring the catch beneath her paws was brutally cut short, something barreled into her hard enough to send the warrior flat onto her flank. with wide eyes, she scrambled to try and catch her breath. it wasn't until she heard cheerful yipping that she understood what had happened. "dog!" she chokes out through a stuttered breath, another thought in her mind was just as swift. "run, rivuletpaw!"

carawaysong couldn't see the pale furred apprentice, only the hound that threatened to steal her glory. as long as its attention remain towards her, it couldn't hurt little rivuletpaw. "hey, ugly! that's mine," the tabby hisses, creating a dramatic display in attempt to draw its gaze. it didn't pay her much mind until her claws made contact, scoring its shoulder as the beast turned towards her with now empty jaws, her rabbit discarded limply against the frosted grass. its teeth gnashed, pulling the fur along her hammering chest. spine to the ground a yowl clambered from her throat, hind legs moving desperately to try and dislodge the predator.

BLOOD IS RUNNING DEEP ˎˊ───‎ ༺ SOME THINGS NEVER SLEEP ‎‎‎⚔︎

• OOC ↛ what the dog doin? stealing our FOOD! feel free to powerplay its actions in your post >:D apprentice tag @rivuletpaw, no need to wait! rolled 9 for encounter, 20 for prey kept, & 10 for medium prey.

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 15 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / mentor to rivuletpaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[rivuletpaw]

"Stay low, yeah?" Rivuletpaw had replied during their lesson, recounting the different points that Carawaysong had gifted her. She didn't think and hunting would be a part of her necessary repetoire, but as they traveled the territory and she learned more of its hills and valleys, the apprentice took note of how much more land they had than water. No doubt, even if it wasn't a skill they used often with the river being so plentiful, it was a good one to hold to. Especially when leafbare decides to arrive early.

She hangs back, watching as her mentor chases the hide off of a prey-creature (a rabbit, she would soon recognize.) A proud "Whoop!" rips from her lungs - only for it to be punctuated by big floppy paws and Carawaysong sliding across the slick, frosted ground. A.... A...

"Run, Rivuletpaw!"

She sees reddish auburns and coal black hurling for a dog. She sees smoke striked silver fur taunting it away. She sees whats before her and what her memory had tried to lock away. She cannot discern the two so quickly.

Stunned, she does not realize a mouse that had rushed passed her, mere clawlengths away from her own paws. A catch scented only after its gone. Green eyes are pinpointed on the discarded rabbit and then her mentor, pinned beneath slobbery jaws and too-large paws. Rivuletpaw trembles, a pawstep taken back at first. Run! She should listen to the demand, but... "Carawaysong!"

She would not call it bravery. She would call it selfishness, to not want to see another bound to the medicine den for bones broken in her honor.

She snakes forward, stumbling over her legs while shouting into the wetlands, "Help! Help us!" A patrol - she needs any one of them to gather forth and help them scare off this mutt. Until then she barrels towards it, sinking her teeth into its taut skin and flesh. She's shaken loose once, her body crashing against the ground, but the apprentice stands again and nips at the dog's ankles. It releases Carawaysong and whirls onto her, and the apprentice... freezes, staring down into the soulless eyes of the beast that had hurt her. (Not the same one. It's not the same one. It's different.)

Her claws raise and she slashes across its nose, but the dog advances regardless.

[ girl save her she needs it + rolled a 12, so found prey and lost it ]
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[valesight ➶]

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆

Valesight had little use to be out here trying to hunt... The smoke had scared most of the land-prey out of the forest and birds were equally eager to flee the heavy air. Fishing... fishing felt like pulling burrs from his fur but he'd do it if he had to. He'd do it if he had no other choice...

It seemed both his patrol-mates had the good fortune to find prey that scurries rather than swims. Carawaysong rushes after a rabbit and Rivuletpaw all but lets a mouse slip right through her paws- he thinks to say something to the young apprentice. A question of her attention maybe? Or an encouragement that one missed piece was okay, she was young!

But then the other warrior shrieks a warning and he is reminded of his own apprenticeship... of the way his body froze up with only a half-hearted smack to a dampened canine nose. His shoulder aches sympathetically to his memory, watching the scene repeat itself like he is that young apprentice again, swiping weakly at something he cannot fight. "She said run," he barks, lifting his paws to smack at the dog's muzzle in an effort to distract it from its tinier prey.

He can at least say he's had practice this time... and takes solace in the way fury-hungry eyes snap to him instead. No kittens for dinner for this beast... The fur along his spine stands on end in threat, lips drawn back in an ugly snarl, "Go now." Because what good was a kid who'd just been made an apprentice not even a week ago?

all about the boy ⋆ whos married to the fire

• // rolled a 3. didnt find prey
• ⋆ a long-haired, chocolate tabby and fawn tabby chimera with green-yellow eyes
  ⋆ fourteen months old
  ⋆ drypaw riverclan warrior

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[STREAMSONG]

The hunt was already a bust. It was a bad day of luck for her, for Riverclan it seemed. Exhaling sharply as the scent of dog flooded her nostrils, Carawaysong is lifting her voice to the patrol already, urging for her apprentice to flee. Valesight was already rushing towards the dog to assist Carawaysog, leaving her making a direct beeline towards Rivuletpaw. "MOVE!" A sharp order that left no room for argument, Streamsong is already attempting to grab her by the scruff and get momentum going, trying to pull her to safety. Running was the only option for the new apprentice, and Streamsong would be damned if she saw someone die today. Riverclan had been through enough.

WE TANGLE ENDLESSLY ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ LIKE LOVERS ENTWINED

• ooc. rolled a 2 ; no prey found​

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• STREAMSONG
  ↪ streamsong / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 28 moons / ages realistically on the 4th
  ↪ warrior of riverclan / mentoring merlinpaw
  ↪ lh silver ticked tabby w/ low white (carrying non-ticked)
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[tarantulamask]

Tarantulamask's senses are sharpened by the tension in the air, picking up the shouts and snarls that echo through the wetlands. He'd been crouched beside a still pool, his eye on a bullfrog, muscular and robust enough to make a satisfying meal. With one swift movement, he lunges, his claws sinking into its slippery body. It struggles, strong but no match for his hold, and he pulls it free of the muck just as a yowl rings out.

"Dog!"

The word snaps through him, triggering an instinctual surge of adrenaline. A flicker of hesitation stirs as his gaze locks onto Carawaysong and the dog that lunges at her. His heartbeat thrums in his ears, yet he doesn't release the prey clenched in his jaws. The sight of the snapping dog sends a surge of hot fear down his spine, but he shoves it aside; RiverClan needs warriors who can face down threats. With the bullfrog still gripped in his teeth, he bounds forward, paws kicking up muck and grass as he charges toward the chaos. He closes the distance swiftly, his long limbs propelling him through the reeds until he's near enough to see the dog's frenzied eyes and smell its rank scent. Dropping the frog by his paws, Tarantulamask's lip curls, his claws unsheathing as he lets out a warning snarl. He assesses the situation with a rapid, focused glance—Carawaysong, Rivuletpaw, and Valesight are scattered around the massive, slobbering hound. The beast has its sights set on Rivuletpaw now, her small frame looking frail under its looming shadow.

With the kind of cool-headed decision-making honed over moons of patrols and battles, he darts around the dog's flank, claws swiping down to rake its side in an attempt to draw its attention away from Rivuletpaw. The hound barks, a hoarse, vicious sound, and swings its head toward him. Its snapping jaws graze the fur at his shoulder, close enough that he feels the press of its foul breath. He ducks away, just out of range, but its focus remains fractured—confused, torn between him and its other targets. The dog snarls again and lunges, its teeth flashing dangerously close to Tarantulamask's neck. He drops, bracing himself low to the ground, and slashes up toward its face, just enough to draw blood and keep the beast wary of his strikes. But he knows better than to push his luck; they are warriors, not reckless rogues. His task is survival, buying time, and working in tandem with his clanmates so they do not lose anyone, nor return with more wounds to tend.

His gaze flickers to the bullfrog at his feet, his original catch lying in the mud. He's come too far to simply abandon it to the chaos. With a calculated, fierce glare at the dog, he shifts to kick the prey back with his hind paw, pulling it further away from the snarling beast even as he stays fixed in a tense stance between it and one of his patrolmates. His claws flex, ready to keep the hound at bay as long as he can manage. But he's no fool. He understands his limits against a creature with such raw power, and his analytical mind knows that even his strength isn't enough to vanquish it alone. Tarantulamask spares a quick glance at Valesight and the others, a silent, burning determination in his eyes as he observes to see if any of them have a plan to drive it off.

[ rolled a 15 to keep his prey, and a 14 for large prey! ]​

 

[PIKESPLASH]

The clan needed food and maybe it wasn't the best of times to try his luck with trying to catch land prey such as voles, shrews, or rabbits (if they somehow ran into one). Pikesplash many moons ago had arrived to Riverclan with a collar and a shiny bell attached to it. He had recalled many cats loathing it because of the constant sound it had made, scaring off all prey within the forest. In short, hunting land prey back then was extremely challenging and disheartening. Then, he was taught fishing and oh, how he excelled at it. He never would have known his knack for it either if the bell hadn't forced his paw.

Come on. An apprentice can do this. You may be a little rusty, but it's sort of the same as catching fish. You just do more running. And, oh, wait! Scenting! That's right. The silver tom lightly bops his head at forgetting such a detail. He's surprised when he's able to pick up something. What it is, he is unsure. It has been a hot moon or two since he's actually caught something that ran instead of swam.

It's almost foreign when he lowers himself to kiss the ground, the snow causing a slight shiver as it wets his belly. A rustle causes his ears to flick, paws scramble forward and a jaw awkwardly snaps a small body. There is a brief sound of squeaking followed by the swift stillness of limbs. He drops his catch almost comically, but green eyes widen in pleasant surprise when a mouse lays there unmoving. I... I did it. I DID IT! THERE'S NO WAY I ACTUALLY- Dog?!

Fur bristles from fear, and his green eyes dart every which way only to see another fellow warrior Tarantulamask cornered by a hound. Even though Taranrtulamask is a fierce warrior, they are no match for a dog. Dogs are dangerous and it takes many of them to fend them off. He's never heard of a warrior take one down themselves.

Before he is aware of it, the dog seems bigger. Claws have unsheathed and scrape across the cold earth, kicking up snow. It's not the dog is getting bigger, it's that Pikesplash ever fearful is racing towards the distracted dog. "LEAVE HIM ALONE" Claws sink into its back, slipping down to the dogs thigh as the canine instinctively moves to fling him off. Pained howls reach his ears as he clings on for dear life, not wanting to thrown underneath the snarling dog.

Pikesplash ever the fighter (not really) proceeds to lean back when the dog turns and snaps their fangs a little too close for his liking, swats with all the strength he can muster across the dogs muzzle. It whimpers and that is enough for the silver tom to jump off the canine, and to Tarantulamask. He practically shoves the warrior away, "Let's go!" While Pikesplash doesn't want to chase the dog off, he is aware that is not his decision to make. It is up to the rest of the warriors. Of course, he would do his best if that is what they decided. For now his eyes dart to the mouse he'd left behind, grimacing. We need food. Please, let's just run and take what we have!

rolled a 20 to keep prey and rolled a 1 for small prey; 1 POINT

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