ECHOING ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ prey hunting (phase 4)


⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Swansong trails through sheets of white, a pale specter drifting through the blizzard. Each pawstep is soon covered by snow. Her brittle lungs heave and ache as the cold wraps itself around them, but still she trudges on. ShadowClan will not starve again, if there is anything at all that she can do to stop it.

A small patrol follows behind her, brave warriors - or perhaps only those with a death wish. There is little to be found in the frost. Still, she blinks against the snow in her eyes, searches the murky slush that has become of the swamp for movement. A gasp of brown among the pale; she darts forwards in a burst of desperation. Viper-quick, the lizard is snatched up in her jaws.

Glinting golden eyes latch onto her through the falling snow. It seems she was faster than her competition. She meets the gaze with wide and empty eyes, daring the cat to come closer. The unfamiliar face of a rogue curls its lip as it backs away, returning to its small party.

  • ENCOUNTER ROLL: 5 (rogues)
    PREY ROLL: 18 (success)
    PREY SIZE: 4 (small prey)

    POINTS: 1

    HEALTH ROLL: 15 (whitecough)

    @Swallowflutter. @POPPYGLOW @sneezeduck
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  • SWANSONG she / they, warrior of shadowclan, 20 moons.
    a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
    dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
    halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
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swallowflutter 13 moons polygender any pronouns shadowclan warrior

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Despite the fear that keeps some of her clanmates rooted in camp, Swallowflutter braves the storm without question - teeth grit against the chill that nips at the skin of her nose and ear, but pressing onwards anyways. She has lived through leafbare before - never snow so bad as this, but she has certainly known hunger and sickness. She will not let it stop her from being the warrior she knows she is - head high despite the wind that tries to oush her back.

Finding prey is a struggle - paws sinking deep into the drifts with each step, senses unable to find anything through the haze. But it seems her prey is just as disoriented - a squeaking bundle of feathers buffeted by wind, unable to escape the flash of aharp claws.

But Swallowflutter and her clanmates arent alone - something made abundantly clear as bird is knocked from her jaws alongside the air in her lungs, two-toned molly sent sprawling across the ground in a daze - eyes flicking up to spot the intruders with a hiss.

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( F A R F R O M B O R I N G )

//health: 8 - frostbite
Prey: 10 - loses catch
Points: 0