geronimo ☣︎ a gift from the heavens

[Mintshade]

She had suggested pigeon feathers as nesting material because the little buggers were everywhere, they swooped in and around the place and made a right mess of areas beneath trees and on the smooth warm rocks that she liked to sunbath on. They were menaces, almost as intolerable as the kits of the clan but at least she could eat the pigeons to solve that problem. Mintshade had taken the time to clean her sunning rock spot, now lounged across it comfortable and observing the camp she scanned the skies. No sign of those pesky feathered rats right now but any moment she expected them to come soaring overhead as they often did, risking death near the moorland cats to see if any scraps of food might be lingering in or around the camp. Acid green eyes narrowed thoughtfully, there were no trees close for them to nest to it was hard managing to catch one when it dropped down to peck at the ground without knowing when they would or even having an idea. She knew for a fact they liked to flock at the horseplace, nesting in the two-leg structures there where they could get at the leftover grains those colossal beasts ate. While she mused a shadow darted overhead and she raised herself up from laying down to sit upright and glance upward with interest, a pigeon passed by and she watched as it kept going, its body hitching slightly as it appeared to drop something directly down onto a cat who had just stepped into the camp.
Mintshade's eyes widened in delight as the object revealed itself to be a white splat upon her clanmates skull and she howled her hyena laugh, cackling and wheezing where she lay outstretched.
"A gift from StarClan!" Her voice rose up, crowing, "How kind of them to choose YOU!"

Ooc: Feel free to be the unfortunate reciever of this 'gift'.
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[TIGERFROST]

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As Tigerfrost makes his way back into camp from a border patrol, he doesn't really expect to get divebombed by.... something overhead. He feels something splat roughly against his skull, splatter shades of white and brown fur, and the sight of a pigeon fluttering away, far out of reach of his claws. Then, the laughter, the cackling from nearby, and Tigerfrost processes just what had happened, first with embarrassment, and then with annoyance. He scowls toward Mintshade, eyes like fire as he shakes his head free of as much of the foul stuff as he could. Gift from StarClan, he silently scoffs with irritation.

"And what are you doing, hm? Lazing about and laughing at the misfortune of your clan-mates as they return from patrols?" It's clearly a loaded question, venomous and cold. Tigerfrost is tired, his paw aches, and he's done nothing but work all day. Of course, that was what he preferred to do, but he certainly had no time for Mintshade cackling at him while she lounged about watching nuisance birds shit all over clan-mates (quite literally). Now he needed a bath... how infuriating.​

 

[SUNNVAR]

He had not known birds so pesky as pigeons before coming to this place. They seemed to fester in the wounds of Twoleg paths, flying about in their wake, pecking at all things in their path. Like Mintshade, he is not so fond of the birds. Unlike her, at least, he does not see them as the slightest bit amusing. He is not with the returning patrol or the venom-eyed molly who laughs of StarClan's gifts. He is off on his own, threading dried heather through a section of camp wall. Mindless repetition, and one that he embraces eagerly. Better to busy himself with action than with thought, and all of the troubles he has picked up from days past.

This one, at least, does not brush him. It is instead Tigerfrost bearing the brunt of it, liquid splattered across the broad tom's skull. Sunstride does not laugh; he winces where he is hidden from his line of sight, turned bodily against the moment so that the other might miss the sign of acknowledgement. By the time that he turns once more, his expression is school to gentle apathy. A face that he had mastered many moons ago, yet had begun to falter in recent times. The whole of him cracks. He can only repair these wrongs with the guidance of others. "Come now, Tigerfrost," he soothes, though his tone does not touch upon coddling. "Newleaf is nearly upon us– the pools will not be so frigid. Perhaps you may cool your paws as you wash this away."

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
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[MALLOWLARK]

Anything with an iota of interest burrowed in its skin often had Mallowlark breaking his neck to see it- swivelling attention as quick as a flash of lightning, pulled immediately from whatever he'd been doing prior. First it was the heaven-shattering laugh of Mintshade that captured his mind- then, he settled upon the trigger. Already, before he'd joined the group- the beginnings of hysteria were beginning to rumble in Mallowlark's throat, dragonfly wingbeat behind his grin-framed fangs.

It bubbled, forced itself into cackling that clashed against Mintshade's, though his eyes said fixed and focused. The image- oh, the truth of it- became clearer and clearer! In stumbling closer he'd verified it- Tigerfrost, bombed by a bird! Grey flurry of feathers, that ratlike scrap of a bird was enough to elicit that kind of look on Tigerfrost's face, someone he'd usually seen with quite the air of stoicism...

Schadenfreude gripped him as his laughter grew louder. "You- hah-have to admit it's-s-s-ss... a bit funny, Tigerfrost!" With the vociferousness of Mallowlark's incessant, screeching guffaw, it appeared the black and white warrior himself found it more funny than just a bit.​

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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — When Snakepaw looks up just in time to catch the sight of a pigeon delivering a lovely "present" to Tigerfrost, he bursts out laughing. Mintshade and Mallowlark join in as well, while Sunstride doesn't seem to find the situation all that funny. Sootstar's sister jokingly suggests that the dropping is a gift from above, while Snakepaw has other ideas, "Ha! More like a punishment from StarClan."

The green-eyed apprentice is smiling widely, like this is the most amusing image he has witnessed in his entire life. It's not often that someone gets hit, and on the head, at that! "What did you do to piss them off?" Snakepaw snorts toward Tigerfrost. Could this be interpreted as some sort of disgusting omen?​

 

[Mintshade]

He was so upset but it didn't stop her laughter and Sunstride's gentle consideration was met with even more cackling, like he was trying to soothe an upset kitten rather than his own fellow lead warrior. A paw raised, pushed against her mouth as her cheeks puffed up to block further cackling but she could only hold it back for so long.
"Aw Tigs-don't be that way~! I just got off my patrol, gonna go hunting soon if you wanna join me. I'm thinking...maybe some pigeon?" It was when Mallowlark joined in laughing did she crack once more, filtering the air with the wheezing and horrific chuckling from both her and her ghostly counterpart of a cat; two hyenas roaring and huffing at the same joke. "A bit funny!" She agrees, wondering why her sister hated this guy so much-she thought he was loads of fun! Couldn't a cat enjoy a good laugh or two? Okay, maybe he laughed at some things that were more weird than funny but what was life without some lighthearted nonsense. Her green gaze swept over to Snakepaw, joining in their amusement with his own little curt jabs and she gave a nod of acknowledgement. Kid was alright.
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[TIGERFROST]

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All this laughter, directed at his misfortune. The audacity of his own clan. Tigerfrost can't help but hope that the pigeon hits one of them next. Then they'd have no choice but to face the hyena-like cackles of those they considered their clan-mates. His glare flickers across the laughing frame of Mallowlark, and then to Snakepaw. At Sunstride's suggestion, the brute huffs with clear annoyance. He supposed the pools would be fine, and he wouldn't have to listen to this laughter any longer. Wouldn't have to see the judgmental stares of his clan-mates, or hear the rumors that would surely spread like wildfire, but the vengeful tom has a different idea in mind. Tigerfrost has never been a particularly pleasant tom to be around, personality wise, but tired and sore as he was, he simply had no patience left. So, feeling a bit spiteful, he gives his head a violent shake. Seeing as how the splattered white had yet to crust and dry, some of the gunk is practically flung into the surrounding air. Any unfortunate enough to be too close would now have to join Tigerfrost in grooming sticky bird droppings from their fur. Well, served them right for turning him into some joke.

"I could go for some pigeon. Maybe a whole flock of them." Tigerfrost snorts grumpily in response to Mintshade. Sure, he wouldn't mind getting some revenge on those irritating pests for birds. Feathered fiends, they were. But at least they'd make a decent supply of meat and feathers.​