![Tybalt [Stagstrike]](/data/avatars/l/0/397.jpg?1666054888){kind=avatar}
- Jul 23, 2022
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(follow up to this thread, he has been gone since late the previous night)
Tybalt grimaced, scrabbling up out of the riverbed the moment he had drifted past SkyClan's border. He shook his wet pelt briefly, and then carried on into the Twolegplace, past the rows of neatly lined twoleg nests. These were not what he was looking for, and he moved past them quickly, slinking silently into the alleyways between the taller structures.
His pace slowed then, amber optics scanning the edges of the lane for the small, dark boxes he knew would be baited with twoleg poisons meant to kill the unsuspecting rodents that would surely come upon them.
It was the bait itself that caught his eye first, a sharp blue contrasting against the otherwise dull, dimly lit walkway. Tybalt leaned down tentatively, sniffing lightly at the small, heavily chewed chunk of toxicity that seemed to have been scattered out from its station. His stomach turned. It was fresher here, the scent sharp and offensive to his nostrils, far worse than the first time he had smelled it— it had been faintly, almost not at all—in the body of the sickened rat that had taken his mother from him.
His ears twitched as his gaze settled upon the bait station, the sound of rustling from within affirming his suspicions of looting rodents. Tybalt moved silently towards it, crouching just outside of its entrance with his foreclaws extended. He waited with bated breath as the rustling became louder, and he shot a paw out just as a small brown head protruded from the exit.
Lowering his head to collect his kill, Tybalt wrinkled his muzzle as the sharp smell met his nose once again. It would fade on the journey back, washed away by his trip back upriver until it smelled the same just as any forest prey. Skyclaw would never know its origins. Not until it was too late for him.
He moved quickly then, back the way he had come, once again skirting the river's edge until he came up at Sunningrocks just as the dawn had begun to break. He lingered for a moment, burying his poisoned catch beside his earlier forest one, and then set off into the territory to hunt. He would not come back empty-pawed. He would make sure ThunderClan was fed, and that Skyclaw died slowly and agonizingly.
He worked through the remainder of the early morning until his wet pelt had dried, and then returned to his various burial spots to retrieve his stashed prey, saving the Sunningrocks for last. The baited mouse had lost its Twolegplace scent, and any lingering scent of poison had been smothered by a mixture of earthy forest scent and the forest-caught mouse it lay beside.
He padded back into camp, depositing his forest prey onto the fresh-kill pile before lifting the alleyway rodent by the tail and padding up to Skyclaw.
"Here," he rumbled. "You must be hungry."
(please wait for @skyclaw , his attempt will not be successful but if someone wants to have an NPC villain eat the mouse for dramatic purposes, feel free to do that)
Tybalt grimaced, scrabbling up out of the riverbed the moment he had drifted past SkyClan's border. He shook his wet pelt briefly, and then carried on into the Twolegplace, past the rows of neatly lined twoleg nests. These were not what he was looking for, and he moved past them quickly, slinking silently into the alleyways between the taller structures.
His pace slowed then, amber optics scanning the edges of the lane for the small, dark boxes he knew would be baited with twoleg poisons meant to kill the unsuspecting rodents that would surely come upon them.
It was the bait itself that caught his eye first, a sharp blue contrasting against the otherwise dull, dimly lit walkway. Tybalt leaned down tentatively, sniffing lightly at the small, heavily chewed chunk of toxicity that seemed to have been scattered out from its station. His stomach turned. It was fresher here, the scent sharp and offensive to his nostrils, far worse than the first time he had smelled it— it had been faintly, almost not at all—in the body of the sickened rat that had taken his mother from him.
His ears twitched as his gaze settled upon the bait station, the sound of rustling from within affirming his suspicions of looting rodents. Tybalt moved silently towards it, crouching just outside of its entrance with his foreclaws extended. He waited with bated breath as the rustling became louder, and he shot a paw out just as a small brown head protruded from the exit.
Lowering his head to collect his kill, Tybalt wrinkled his muzzle as the sharp smell met his nose once again. It would fade on the journey back, washed away by his trip back upriver until it smelled the same just as any forest prey. Skyclaw would never know its origins. Not until it was too late for him.
He moved quickly then, back the way he had come, once again skirting the river's edge until he came up at Sunningrocks just as the dawn had begun to break. He lingered for a moment, burying his poisoned catch beside his earlier forest one, and then set off into the territory to hunt. He would not come back empty-pawed. He would make sure ThunderClan was fed, and that Skyclaw died slowly and agonizingly.
He worked through the remainder of the early morning until his wet pelt had dried, and then returned to his various burial spots to retrieve his stashed prey, saving the Sunningrocks for last. The baited mouse had lost its Twolegplace scent, and any lingering scent of poison had been smothered by a mixture of earthy forest scent and the forest-caught mouse it lay beside.
He padded back into camp, depositing his forest prey onto the fresh-kill pile before lifting the alleyway rodent by the tail and padding up to Skyclaw.
"Here," he rumbled. "You must be hungry."
(please wait for @skyclaw , his attempt will not be successful but if someone wants to have an NPC villain eat the mouse for dramatic purposes, feel free to do that)
