pafp GIVING UP THE GUN [✦] hunting patrol

[Bluepool]

She had not planned on going on another hunting patrol today, but the situation with Periwinklebreeze had given her little choice in the matter. She would not complain though. Being out with Periwinklebreeze reminded her of old times. She had once been reluctant to train him, scared that if he turned out to be a traitor then she would be blamed. He had turned out, in her opinion, just fine however. He would never be a skilled fighter like she had, at one point, hoped to turn him into but he was a well-rounded warrior and he had proved to be loyal when she and Sootstar had tested him before his warrior ceremony. She had asked if others wanted to join them before they headed out, and with their small patrol in tow she had made her way out onto the moors.

Now, they stand on the crest of the hill looking out across the moors. Her half-tail flicks behind her rhythmically and for a moment she only observes. The moors had not been her home for her whole life, but sometimes it felt like it had. She cannot imagine her life if she had chosen to stay in the marshes. This was where she belonged. There was not a single doubt in her mind about that. "Anywhere specific you wanna go to hunt kiddo?" she asks, deferring to the cat who had once been her apprentice and letting him partially take the lead. It was rare for her to step back and give the reigns to someone else, but this patrol was for him after all. She just hopes it doesn't get to his head. Stars knew the last thing they needed was a cat with an ego the size of a badger and the personality of a shrew.

// please wait for @Periwinklebreeze.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I AM SORRY THIS IS ALWAYS HOW IT GOES ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 13 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner​

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It's a rare thing that the boys opinion is asked on, well, anything, and so he pauses to think for a moment. They probably shouldn't go to close to the riverclan border, between the tunnelers hard at work and all the trouble the other group has been causing... but that still leaves many other options. With the rumors of stale fox-scent upon the moors however, peri already knows he wants to be nowhere near the sun warmed pool - he does not wish to relive that particular childhood incident so soon. "Perhaps b-by the badger-sett," he says at last, only stammering minimally now that he's calmed down a bit and regained his senses. Now that it's aired out again since the greencough incident, he's certain that prey has returned in full force - it's always been a bountiful hunting spot after all. His ear flicks and tail waves as he glances to the others - seeking their opinions on his suggestion.

— the wind blows loudest when you've got your eyes closed ❀

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  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched figure. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[GRAVELSNAP]

Their departure had been rather reluctant, but what other choice did they have but to follow behind Bluepool and Peri as the patrol left camp? They had wanted to stay behind to reprimand Thriftpaw, and then to apologize to him, but Ghostwail’s presence meant that they couldn’t do so. What an awful she-cat. Gravelsnap keeps their distaste for the pale warrior to themself, as they do with most things, but they had felt that prickle of fear run down their spine when they’d met her eyes. They needed to leave, immediately.

Hazel eyes track the others as they walk, eel-black tail lashing behind him as an open signal of his annoyance. No one should speak to his friend in such a way, and especially not his own apprentice. Periwinklebreeze suggests that they hunt at the old badger sett, and while the idea of being in a place where the clan’s ill had been kept makes their stomach turn, they remind themself that it has been many months since that incident. "That sounds like a good idea to me," Gravelsnap offers, turning to glance at Bluepool for her opinion. She’s the lead warrior, after all, and so she should have the last say.​

[ you put the fun into dysfunction ]​

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