pafp distant rumbling | fishing

[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ The morning is still young. So vibrant and alive. The sunlight dappled through the pines and what leaves that the marsh has. The chill that lingers is soothing to their fur and this is one of the times that they enjoy. The time before the cold becomes stabbing and also before everyone is clawing at each other's throats because their stomachs hurt. A rough sigh leaves them as they step along the peaty soil, gaze lingering on the buzzing insects but finding nothing to realy capture their interest. They wanted to hunt yet once they were out here the idea because to mundane to complete. So now they find themselves wandering about the place. They linger close to a tree for just a fragile moment, eyes hooded almost thoughtfully with a small smile stretching liquor stained lips. The sound of trickling water greets them and with a tilt of their head they have a new idea. "I want to know how they do it." It is a gentle murmur that leaves their maw and casually they step forward. Eyes focus now on the stream that makes its way through the territory and they wonder what they might retrieve from it. Nothing like a big fish, of course not. But perhaps something tiny? Insignificant? It is worth trying. So they step closer to the edge of the water.

Claws firmly gripping the dry ground as he peers at it. Have they ever seen how big the river is? Once. But their child memories are hazy but they are sure it is so much larger than this. The small little shapes of minnows catch their attention and without much thought they dip a paw into the running water. Everything scatters and they look confused, perturbed. Slowly their paw raises from the water and their brow furrows. Fishing is definitely different but perhaps like stealth they have to wait? "Hmmm..."

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

Yet again, she seemed to have found herself in a situation involving water. Her nose wrinkles as she stops beside Thrasherthroat, gazing down into the stream before them. Even such a small stream would normally cause her to become paralyzed with fear, trembling uncontrollably. In the presence of her clanmates, however, she forces the emotions down to continue to be the cold wall of emotionless stone her clanmates knew her to be. "Maybe you should ask them then... I don't know why they even bother." Watching the tom carefully, she makes no move to try and catch a fish herself.

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 25 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "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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[scalejaw]

★ Fishing. A silly concept for them to broach- after all, that isn't something they did. The water was of Riverclan's claim, though if they were this far upstream, it'd be an invasion for sure. Scalejaw pushes those thoughts of her mind as she approaches the water bank, blinking at Thrasherthroat. Ear twitched towards Salamandersnap, but her eyes shifted towards the stream instead. "Learning a skill with no teacher will take you moons, especially if the water freezes comes winter." She speaks.

Scalejaw turns to fully regard the water instead, staring for a long moment- perhaps at her reflection, or at minnows at the banks that were sure to disappearing in the coming moons. Leafbare always chased any kind of prey away. "Let me know if you catch anything on these endeavors. Until then, there's hunting to still take care of." Her words are sarcastic, dual-layered- a taunt that Thrasherthroat looked like he was wasting his time on this and there was actual prey to catch.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five 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]

Fishing was a skill left unpracticed within the marshland home Ferndance found herself in, the only water she found her paws dipped within now were muddy puddles. There was a gentle melancholy to the thought as she moved closer to her clanmates, ears swiveling at the disapproval shown by Salamandersnap and Scalejaw. 'It's just not a very ShadowClan thing to do...' she pondered, staring at the water. Pride in one's abilities ran in the bones of many of her clanmates, but the cinnamon tabby couldn't help but wonder if it was better to try and learn another clan skill if not for the benefits some extra food could provide. Beyond that, a part of her wanted to relearn so she could grow closer to Splashdance. Perhaps with a shared hobby, the borders to RiverClan would not seem so far away.

"Keep trying," she offered her encouragement, a smile upon her muzzle as she stared down at her reflection. "Maybe we can do our own ShadowClan way of fishing... night fishing?" Did fish even come out at night? She tilted her head at the thought. 'Where do fish even go at night? Do they go anywhere?'

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[Wormwatcher]

The tom slinks from sparse undergrowth with a scanty snipe clasped in his jaws. He ambles closer to the Thrasherthroat and the others on the patrol, his brow cocked upwards. Wormwatcher had heard the sounds of dissent from Salamandersnap and Scalejaw from the short distance away where he had dispatched the snipe. Though he would normally agree with Scalejaw, he decides to not his voice his approval as it seems pointless to him. Wormwatcher will provide something to offer the clan and if Thrasherthroat felt so inclined to waste his own time, so be it. Maybe his efforts could even prove fruitful.

And anyways, Ferndance seems to fancy the idea of fishing and he wouldn't want to upset her. Wormwatcher sets the snipe down gently and pads to her side, leaning against her as he stares at the dancing minnows. "Night fishing... that sounds like a nice idea," he affirms, though he's sure that such a thing could lead to some issues. He turns his attention towards Thrasherthroat and clacks his tongue. "They know you're watching because of your shadow... I assume." He shuffles closer to the edge and dips and inky paw into the water, which he holds still. "Maybe one will get close and I'll snatch it up."

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ shapes and colors are all i see

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  WORMWATCHER —— black/blue chimera with low white
  —— shadowclan warrior
  —— he/him ⋆ homosexual (closeted)
  —— 31 moons ⋆ ages every 10th

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[Carrionpaw]

❝ SHE HAS GOT TO MOVE THE WORLD ☠ ⋆ ₊˚ ————————————
Carrionpaw had never had fish before, but they couldn't be much different than frogs, right? They both lived in water and used their muscles to push through the waters. She bet they had the same tender flesh she had grown accustomed to. Her mouth watered at the thought and she longed for Thrasherthroat to succeed so she could try one. She had found fish bones once from a hawk who had left remains under a tree once. They were thin and perfectly white. She had taken one rib bone for her pile, but was disappointed when it cracked from a single misplaced paw. They were as fragile as birds.

The apprentice tucked herself near Ferndance to also peer into the water. Her nose touched it as she tried to peer deeper into the water and a hiss left her. "It's so cold! Why would anyone want to get their paws wet for the chance at fish?" Carrionpaw would at this moment. Her stomach rumbled quietly, and she thinks of the small vole she would deposit on the freshkill pile and hoped no one would touch until it was her turn. She looked to Wormwatcher and almost voiced her desire for him to catch one so she could eat even a little bit of meat.

[penned by muddly - ☠]

———————————— ˚₊ ⋆ ☠ GOT TO MOVE THE WORLD ❞ ​

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[BATCHASER]

Slinking from the sparse undergrowth that decorated the marshland, he trots closer to the gathering cluster of clanmates with a slow flick of his pale tail tip. Halting next to Ferndance, he tilts his head slightly to the side as the black smoke listens to the ongoing chatter the others are going on about. Fishing? The drifting phantom has never fished before, the only thing he got wet was his paws. From the muddy puddles that shattered around the marshland.

Large ears swiveling to the disapproval shown by Scalejaw and Salamandersnap, he raised a brow. He wanted to say something to put his two cents in, but why bother? It seems pointless to him. He lets pale knuckled paws knead at the dry ground, hidden eyes catching the wiggling shapes of minnows dancing beneath the clear surface. Confused little things... Everyone scatters away from him, he lets a tired huff escape his nostrils. Fishing is quite different, perhaps stealth is the key to fishing success. "Hmm..." A hum rumbles in his throat in thought.

Seems Ferndance fancied the idea of fishing and couldn't help but slightly agree with the cinnamon - hued tabby. He stares down the wriggling minnows around his paws with an ear flick. "Night fishing... That sounds like an interesting idea to try out. It could be... Shadowclan's own little fishing thing." He lifts his head away from the water, sliding his forepaws out and letting them touch on solid ground. He wants to try out fishing but... not today.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

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• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 36 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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