- Jan 22, 2023
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she is sniffing a patch when movement blurs the outskirts of her vision.
she watches it, long limbs hurdling towards the safety of the leaves scattered precariously about the border separating her patrol and windclan. she watches as it whips it’s way closer, closer. and.. it was going to cross the border. it seemed frantic, ears back, wind - whipped. all in seconds does she lift and wave her tail frantically to direct the attention of her patrol, beginning to pick up her pace as the blur nears. her paws are not made for running rabbits, but they are for silence — a rapid creep in the leaves that keeps those thumping paws treading hot their way. she sinks low, crawls nearly on her belly to blend ginger - black fur into the leaffall undergrowth. beady eyes spot her too late, spots her patrol members wrangling it in along its other side until too late. freckleflame launches off hind legs the moment it begins to skitter a confused circle and her teeth clean sink into short, soft fur, blood welling familiarly around the canines of her teeth where her jaws had clamped. but it still kicks. a feisty thing, her eyes widen and she latched in an unsheathed paw onto its flank. it’s a bigger piece than she’s used to, a wrassle she’d only experienced briefly before in training, hare an uncommon treat if not for the occasional sprint from windclan.
it was like wrapping around a pheasant, sinking her teeth further and further until — snap. violently kicking legs slow to a jerking twitch, the leaves scattered where it’s desperate hind claws had raked the ground clear. she stays there, close to the ground, jaw locked and nose flaring with effort until she feels the thing’s wiry muscles begin to loosen. when she unlatched her teeth, it is with a smile brighter than the sun, visceral red oozing thick around muzzle, “ ha HA, look’it that! “ she crows towards wolfwind, towards moonwhisper, slaps a paw against the unmoving hare’s side with a now sheathed paw. it stares towards the sky, unseeing, and the tortoiseshell warrior dances around its body in hopping circles on the very tips of her toes. that’d fill a couple of bellies, at least! with it getting so cold, they weren’t bringing home a squirrel or vole, no mice. a hare, ” emberpaw, is your big sister the amaaaazingest or what? “ she sighs loudly, striking an exaggerated pose with a quick outward jut of her cream - kissed forelimb. from this angle, it’s obvious how her chest heaves beneath the mane of russet and black, flanks pulsing to catch her breath. whew. she deflates slightly, totally not to catch her breath.
” damn thing was in a hurry, though.. “
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i. they caught a hare run over the border by a windclan patrol! both parties are well on their territories >:3
please wait for @Moonwhisper or @WOLFWIND to post, and please keep the number of windclanners even to thunderclanners! apprentice tagging @emberpaw!
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𖦹 . LESBIAN. SINGLE, CRUSHES EASILY. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. SIXTEEN MOONS. NAMED A WARRIOR 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORED UNDER WOLFWIND, PENNED BY ANTLERS !!!
f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a thick, broad - shouldered figure.
———˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.