private FOLLOW THE NORTH STAR ] patrol!

[iciclefang]

"Looks like the river's fuller here," Iciclefang observes, her paws stepping lightly around the bend in the riverbank. Morning dew glistens from the reeds that sprout around the water's edge; she can feel a delicate wetness each tendril leaves on her brindled fur. "Can you see the direction the fish are swimming, Pinepaw? Pay close attention. Hazecloud will want a report." She flicks her tail tip against her apprentice's flank, then turns to the rest of her patrol. Otterbite, Foxtail, and their apprentices are close behind them.

"I think we —" She begins to say to her fellow warriors, but she's stopped by a crude rustling noise that interrupts her mew. Iciclefang jerks her head back to the front of the patrol, her blue eyes blowing wide across her face.

The beast that tramples the reeds is perhaps one of the ugliest creatures she has ever seen, besides Twolegs. It has a naked, mottled neck and throat, a beak like a cat's claws, and feathers sprouting awkwardly from a bulky, massive body. Fear spikes through her; she bristles, her smooth pelt becoming rigid along her spine.

"Stay back," she hisses to Pinepaw. "If we turn around, it may not do anything to us!" But her hopes are dashed; the creature's beady eyes fix on her cold blue gaze, and it takes a few aggressive steps forward, its beak jutting out in attack.

"StarClan!" She hisses, unsheathing her claws. "Come any closer and I'll flay those feathers off of you!"

Whatever the creature is, it's slower than she is — she's able to deftly avoid the blow aimed at her shoulder. With her right paw, she attempts to score a blow to its ruffled chest feathers.

[ rolled a 16! ]

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: turkey: @NPCPELT
  patrol: @otterbite @FOXTAIL @Pinepaw ⭒ @Jaggedpaw @PEBBLEPAW
  prompt: This patrol has rolled to face off against an aggressive turkey! (played by @NPCPELT) Each patrol member must roll a 1D20 and succeed a 9 or higher to either avoid getting pecked, or land an attack!
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 26 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.

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[FOXTAIL]

Iciclefang must be thrilled to finally be out of the nursery, The younger lead warrior thinks as he trails along after the former queen, ears pricking as she addresses her apprentice. There is no doubt in his mind— Pinepaw will turn into a fine warrior under Iciclefang's wing; for whom would know Pinepaw the best than her own mother? He might not agree with the older lead warrior all the time, but her loyalty to RiverClan is one of the strongest bonds he's seen.... but he shakes the thought away as she looks over at him and his patrol-mates.

"I think we-" She begins to address the patrol, and Foxtail raises an invisible eyebrow as her words get cut short; a rustling noise reaching his ears. He looks in the same direction a mere moment later, gasping as a... beast tramples through the reeds. It's nothing like he has ever seen before— it has a large, bulky body covered in dark feathers.... but it's long neck is mere skin. It has a beak that must be as sharp as a hawk's, and large talons.... and Foxtail feels quite small compared to it.

"No s-sudden movements," He quietly warns his apprentice, as his ears pin back to his skull. Iciclefang seems to be doing the same; and the younger lead warrior takes a hesitate step back. But to his dismay, the oversized bird steps forward.... and it's feathers ruffle to make itself appear larger, a gobble escaping from it's sharp beaks.

It focuses first on Iciclefang, and to his relief she is far faster than it; and she attempts to rake her claws against it's feathery chest. It's head clicks, and those soulless eyes fall onto him. With another gobble, it tries to strike Foxtail with it's sharp beak, but the young tom dodges.... his fur bristled with alarm.

"L-Leave us alone, you u-ugly bird!" He stammers out with a hiss, before aiming to bite down on it's right leg.
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𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• rolled a 19!
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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  22 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to trops for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[Pinefrost]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Pinepaw was grateful to have such a hard-working mentor like her mother, it came with more outings outside of camp.
Sun-lit optics follow her mothers glacier, looking at the rise in the water, not really understanding the significance of it, but nodding along all the same. Pupils narrow as she gives the water a good squint, trying to pinpoint where the scaled bodies under its surface were swimming. "Are we getting in today? Can we?" It was hot, and Pinepaw had a small hope that Iciclefang would show her a thing or two about fishing in the water. Before much else can be said, the patrol is interrupted by whatever begins crashing around just out of sight. When it emerges, Pinepaw's jaw nearly drops in disgust. "What is that thing? It's hideous!" She blurts, shuffling a whisker-length closer to her mentor with amber eyes glued to the feathered beast.
When it begins to advance, her mother and Foxtail are quick to jump into action, Pinepaw springs back at first, watching the two lead warrior land their blows as the thing swings it's ugly neck to and fro. The apprentice doesn't mean to lock eyes with the bird as it begins shrieking a horrible melody of distorted chirps, breaking free from the two warriors and charging right towards her.
Pinepaw's eyes widen as it's beak descends on her. The she-cat is one second too late to dart away, agility not yet in her limited skillset, and she feels it's mouthpiece come down hard against her shoulder, grazing patchwork fur and flesh off. Pinepaw gives an angry yowl, aiming to give the thing a sloppy, unsheathed swipe with her uninjured foreleg, though only catching air. "Stupid bird! Back! Back!" The tortoiseshell apprentice demands in a series of short, gritted barks, periodically hopping backwards to avoid another angry peck.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[NPCPELT]

Wide scaly feet stomp through the peaty earth with a wobbly, slow gait. A bountiful summer brings no haste to the creatures search of food, and perhaps is acting more out of gluttony than hunger now. It has found the lands closest to the river swim plenty of worms beneath the damp soil and thrive with berry bushes at the crest of the bank.

However, another presence is caught in its sight. A poor sense of smell is made up with expert hearing and vision, catching the hissing mew from Iciclefang and seeing mottled pelts from between the bulrush. A warble of warning is all it gave before charging ahead with wild kicks, sporadically pecking down at Pinepaw.

A yodeling shrill caws from its beak, feathers flying from it's chest while it is taken on by the lead warriors that interrupt it's attack on the apprentice. While Foxtail found purchase on it's leg, it continued to struggle in hopes of snagging him with a spur while in such close proximity. There are more cats that crawl out the longer it remained, and with a burst of ferocity it began to stomp and brandish its large wings to scare the cats away.

// @FOXTAIL has to roll a 7 or higher to dodge getting hooked with a spur! If not, the intensity of the injury is up to the rper :)
// everyone else must roll a 19 or higher to not be scared off by the turkeys sudden defense! a wingspan of 5ft is no joke! ​