Grazing Herds || deer

[TIGERFROST]

TIGERFROST ♂

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WINDCLAN / LEAD WARRIOR
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH

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The goal of the day was a successful hunt. Moorpaw was getting older, and new-leaf provided an excellent opportunity for learning and growth. It's for this reason that Tigerfrost had been out teaching @MOORPAW how to hunt rabbits. In the process, he had managed to catch one himself. The afternoon was cooling, and the sun had begun it's slow descent toward the horizon. By that point, Tigerfrost was headed back to camp, when movement snagged his attention. Close to the ThunderClan border, a herd of deer grazed peacefully upon the grasses. The Lead Warrior crouches low, observing them curiously. There were several does, and two fawns, their spotted coats making them difficult to spot where they rested nearby.

"Deer." Tigerfrost explains quietly, keeping his head low. ​

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[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 Wolfsong had joined Tigerfrost and his apprentice, alongside his own student, though the focus hadn't been on running down rabbits given their paw. Still, it has been a successful venture and he is proud, as he often is, of the advancements Sunflowerpaw has made and is making. He means to say as much to them, given how important such verbal affirmations can be, but he notices the deer shortly after Tigerfrost's body language alerts him.

He mimics his posture, keeping low to the grass to avoid potentially alerting the creatures. They had similar animals in the place of Wolfsong's birth, though they were larger and every new generation learned they were not to be trifled with. For all that they seem content to eat grass, they can be far more dangerous than many predators.

"Let us hope they do not wander deeper into our territory," he murmurs. "I've heard tales of the damage their stone paws are capable of."

//@sunflowerpaw obligatory apprentice tag akaksbdka

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[Bluepool]

"I wish there was a way to hunt them" she whispers loudly from her own spot crouched low in the grass, her halfed tail flicking angrily behind her. She knows that an attempt to fight these creatures would end in death, like Wolfsong said their stone paws were capable of great destruction and she hopes they move on swiftly as well. One could dream, however. "Think of how long we could feed the clan off of just one of those!" it's wishful thinking, but still. She imagines only having to hunt once a moon, having a full belly and a thick lush coat year round. That was the dream wasn't it? One could only hope to be so lucky

"It's such a shame we can't eat them" a loud sigh would accompany her words and her yellow eyes would leave the creatures form to look at her own apprentice "Deer are like horses but weirder looking in my opinion" she tells him "And twolegs do not own them, or control them" Horses were like weird kittypets if you really thought about it.

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[Badgermoon]

"I wonder why Twolegs don't keep them." Badgermoon piped up from where he was hunkered beneath a thick clump of cottongrass, his yellow eyes lingering hungrily on the immense prey-creatures. Bluepool brought up a good point - they were rather like horses, except the Twolegs seemed not at all interested in touching them with their naked paws or putting them next to their nests, like they did with horses. He tilted his head to one side, trying to identify what made the deer different. They were skinnier, he supposed, and a bit smaller, too. Though from his perspective they were all big - much too big, in fact. Delicious-looking but dangerous, and essentially unkillable. "I wonder if ThunderClan ever has to worry about them stomping into their camp." he mused aloud, kneading the soft dirt with his speckled paws and glancing over to his own apprentice.

@SNAKEPAW​

 

[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — Unlike the others, Snakepaw's mouth doesn't begin watering at the sight of such a towering animal. In fact, their presence inspires a twinge of anxiety in his chest, though his fur lies flat against his neck. His claws knead the ground as a means of comfort, though his expression remains flat as he doesn't intend to exhibit any signs of fear in front of his Badgermoon.

His mentor speaks hypothetically of a herd crashing through ThunderClan's camp walls and trampling the dens and nests under their hooves. "Would that be such a shame?" Snakepaw mutters under his breath. The majority of WindClanners didn't sleep under bushes and formed dens, which not only strengthened their bonds with StarClan as they slept under their gaze, but made the camp simpler to rebuild in the case of destruction. Maybe ThunderClan would be so devastated by this

Triangular ears twitch, his green gaze peering forth at the grazing group, before inquiring, "What do you suppose one of 'em tastes like?" Snakepaw can't imagine. All birds probably tasted similar, as did all rodents, but small cats like them did not eat giant hooved animals like deer or horses. Would it taste as good as a rabbit? Better, even?​

 

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

His expression tightens further than usual as he locks his attention onto the imposing deer grazing ahead. They were formidable in size, just like the strange birds found near horse place that one time. Some of his clanmates fantasize about what a creature of that size would taste like and he could not blame them. Something that large could feed their clan for days. But the potential dangers far outweighed the risk. Amber eyes swing in the direction of his mentor. "Are deer a frequent sight where you're from?" He whispers, genuinely curious before turning his attention back toward the small herd. (mentor tag @SUNSTRIDE) ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[SUNNVAR]

Joining those crouched low in the grass, Sunstride is as bright-eyed as he has ever been. Though exhaustion lingers upon his shoulders, he pushes through it with the insistence of stone that tumbles down a valley ridge. Perhaps when he reaches the bottom an answer will rest with him; perhaps then he will make sense of his thoughts. For now, the lead warrior can only force himself to work. And he does so with joy. "Not deer as such," he murmurs, "but beasts not wholly unlike them. They are dangerous as you may expect. Do not startle them, and take care of where you walk. They defend their young brutally." He watches in silence for a moment, allowing his apprentice time to study and process as he does the same. It has been some time since he saw creatures such as this one– it reminds him of sneaking off with Wolfsong, when they were newly named as rogues. Sootstar held no love for the horseplace, yet they had leapt the fence and onto the backs of two great beasts. He had held on admirably long; Wolfsong had not needed to at all.

To himself, he smiles to the thought of simpler times. "There was once in our travels that we came across a skeleton, nearly carved of all meat. What was left was tough and had a powerful stench, but so too was it powerful in flavor. I would eat it again if I must, but your rabbits are a far finer prey."

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-eight moons old. lead warrior of windclan + 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.
• "speech"

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