for the age of aggression / hunting (encounter)

[DOVAHKIINWING.]

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Finally! He had found something. Leaping onto a branch, Dovahkiin tasted a bluebird. A low sigh escaped him, however he very quickly fell off of the branch with a thud. A groan fell from the Daylight Warrior's lips as the bluebird fell nearby. His sore paws did not help. He figured they were starting to turn blue and it hurt to walk. Even so, he figured he had to keep moving forward. There were no breaks for Dovahkiinwing!

He stumbled up, the world spinning slightly. That is when he noticed something... odd. Black and white fur, like his own, and brown eyes like his own, too. However, it looked nothing like a cat. It had a sturdier body, and a singular white stripe running down its back. Oh, no. Dovahkiinwing's fur raised on end as he let out a screech. "Get away from that, you badger! Shoo!" His claws unsheathed as he prepared to attack.

OOC: Rolled a 1 for encounter (predator), 18 for prey, 16 for prey size (2 points), and 7 for health (frostbite, again...), and a 17 for getting the prey!
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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather had managed her own catch, albeit a tiny thing, the mouse would prove a good meal to someone. She moves with difficulty through the snow as she keeps an eye out for her patrol-mates. It is then she hears a thump, a sound she could only guess was caused by someone falling. Her lips part to callout, 'Is everything okay?' but instead the voice of Dovahkiingwing pierces through the howling of the blizzard. 'Bader!'

Figfeather scrambles in the direction of Dovahkiingwing's voice, dropping her mouse at the root of the tree and sending a prayer to StarClan she would not lose it. The fur along her spine bristles as she takes a stand at Dovahkiingwing's side, noticing the blue jay the badger now lingered over. "I won't be getting maimed over a blue bird." She wasn't that desperate… yet… "…And neither will you be, so be careful." With that she pounces forward with unsheathed claws that aim to rake the mustelid's shoulder.

//Rolled an 18 for her own prey, 8 for prey size (1 point) and a 9 for her health role (Frostbite). Increasing it's severity to moderate.

 

[Orangestar]

She hasn't seen a badger in moons. It would seem, however, that much like the Clan cats the lumbering thing had been spurred to action despite the blizzard. Orangestar's ears burn with uncomfortable heat, malaise tugging at her paws, but the predator seems occupied with Dovahkiinwing and Figfeather for the moment.

"Its den-" she clears her throat against the irritant that pervades her speech, and inhales a bitterly cold breath. Her eyes dart. It should be here. A badger wouldn't have ventured far unlike the desperate cats, not in this weather, and while it is gone from its den she might be able to find it ... There!

The leader's paws scrabble in the snow, away from her Clanmates engaging the badger, and towards the nearby den it had left. Don't rush your leg, growls a voice in her mind that reminds her of Slatesnarl, and she slows her rush. She glances over her shoulder to check for its placement. Grateful that it hasn't noticed her amidst the chaos, Orangestar takes a breath to guard against the reek of badger and pokes her nose into its den.

It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dimness, but triumph lights her expression as she sees a pair of recently-caught mice to the side of the little hollow. Her tail lashes, and she lurches forward to pilfer the meagre prey. She squints as she draws back, white snow-light forcing her eyes narrow in compensation.

"Over here!" She yowls through the pair of tails in her maw, ears pricking as the badger spies her with one beady eye. Orangestar digs her claws into the tree as it turns, hauling herself up to a branch out of reach. "Den! Here!"

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

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  health: 14 (whitecough)
  tracking: 20 (success)
  prey size: 13 (2 points - stole the badger's dinner)
  
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  [ art by pin ]
• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | six lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — mate to slatesnarl ; no apprentice
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Sorrelsong]

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"Den! Here!"
The mothers of the pine's call rips her from her thoughts, the last tendrils whip around her as she searching the blinding white surroundings. Her head pounds, the world seems to move faster then slower then faster in tandem with her heart beats. How can anything else be out here?
The scent of iron went up like a beacon. Helm swiveled towards the stink, fangs barred as fridged muscles contracted and sent the blur of chocolate barreling towards the action. Frantic paws sent snow shooting up and out as she searched for her clan mates. It had been this way right? But when she scented the air, the smell had shifted, now infront of her. Claws met cold as she attempted to find some sort of purchase to pivot from on the ground.... but all the did was send more snow into the air and an increasing amount of fear scent into the air. The scent was on her left now - but she hadn't turned in any direction. Right?
Before she could process, she was on the ground. Air rushed out of her as something black and white collided with her flank. Claws scambled for a purchase and found something warm. Blood gushed from the wounds she created, but the cry of pain was muffled by everything. Was that cat or badger that she had cut?
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↪ OOC:
tracking 1!! Rip bby girl </3
health 18 - healthy!
prey roll (with encounter) 7 - no luck :(

Dovah and the Badger slammed into her lol, she ended up striking the air and cut something/someone​

 

[DOVAHKIINWING.]

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Thank StarClan that his call had allowed him to gain help. This piece of prey was slightly small, yes, but it could feed a Clanmate. And because of that, he was not willing to leave it be for some pompous little badger to get it. It was not often that one saw Dovahkiinwing's fur and hackles up, but he would protect those close to him. He moves seemed to be oddly calculated, as he leapt back from the badger's paws. He didn't even seem distracted, the only note of him understanding Figfeather's call was his ear flicking and turning to the sound. He lowered himself so she could have an easier time pouncing, which her attacked landed gracefully.

Dovahkiinwing focused on circling it, his fangs bared and his nose scrunched up as he very heavily tunnel-visioned onto what was happening around him. He hadn't known Orangestar would come to the rescue, though he was incredibly thankful for that. The successor of the kittypet king had certainly earned her title. He allowed himself to glance towards the den, fury lit in his eyes. Not towards his leader, but given the situation that was unfolding. The Daylight Warrior clambered up onto the back of the badger, but only for a second as he was bucked and rolled, slamming into his clanmate. He felt something warm leave him and red blood dripped down his side, and he heaved, barely able to hear a cry of pain. He tried to move so that Sorrelsong wasn't covered, staggering. He was able to finally get stable enough to claw at the badger's face He turned towards Orangestar, yelling, "Good eyes!" He managed to clamber onto a branch, though it was far lower. He looked at the patrol, huffing a bit, trying to catch his breath. "Maybe if one of us can jump onto it, and stay on," a comment about his own failure, "Perhaps we could distract it enough for others to attack it enough to send it on its way back?"
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