Hunting Patrol #2

[Dizzy]

Hey guys! So go ahead and post below as if your cats are out on a hunting patrol :)

The rules for the hunting patrols are simple. I'm going to secretly roll a 10-sided die to determine the level of success your group experiences. To be entirely transparent you'll find the chart im using below. If I roll a 6 then 60% of your patrol will be successful in catching prey. If I roll a 2, then 20% of your patrol will be successful at catching prey, and so forth. Once I have determined your patrols secret success rate I will then PM you individually to let you know if your cat is one of the lucky ones to have been successful in their hunt! Make sure to keep it a secret until you've made your hunting post!

THE CHART
1 - crit fail, nobody catches anything
2- 20% success rate
3- 30% success rate
4- 40% success rate
5- 50% success rate
6- 60% success rate
7- 70% success rate
8- 80% success rate
9- 90% success rate
10- crit success is double, so everyone comes home with two prey items!

@coalfoot @SHREWPAW @Bunnyhop @Yewberry @SOOTPAW @OLIVESHADE @nettlepaw @Coldsnap

 

[Bunnyhop]

I-I-I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from
Up down and sidewaysS ✧​

An itching feeling of anxiety ran its claws through the torbie fur of Bunnyhop. Emerald hues looking to the sky at almost every step in fear of being swept away yet again by a hawk. The patrol had come back victorious, but still it was unnerving. So much so that the young cat couldn't really keep their mind in the game or on the task ahead, and kept to Coldsnaps' side. "I hope we find something and quick," they muttered a bit quietly, more so to themselves than to the grey tabby cat. ​

 

[Irispath]

He kept quiet and focused on the land before him. He was hoping to catch something. Anything. He wanted to come back with something. Sniffing the air, he would stay low and hope something would happen.

Because of it didn't, he was going to be left to his thoughts. And once those spiral out of control, it's over.
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[coalfoot]

———————————————【 coalfoot | windclan | male 】——————————————

【◈】The temperature really was dropping lately, wasn't it? Coalfoot could feel it stinging his nose, biting at his paws as the group walked carefully and quietly. To think it could - and would - get worse as Leaf-bare took its hold... he found himself shivering at the thought.

There wasn't much the tom would consider himself good at, but hunting was something he felt he could take pride in. He could step quietly, and he could run quickly. He just hoped he wouldn't jinx anything.

[penned by its_oliverr].

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[SHREWTUFT]

the apprentice trotted alongside the rest of the patrol with a bit of a bounce in her steps, a confident grin curling at the corners of her lips. ever since she took down that hawk with the others her pride had practically skyrocketed. "ah cain't wait to catch a fat rabbit!" she chirps, nose twitching against the breeze in attempts to try and see if she could scent anything nearby. ​

[ penned by cobi ]​

 

[Coldsnap]

IM SCARED TO GET CLOSE AND I HATE BEING ALONE
I LONG FOR THE FEELING TO NOT FEEL AT ALL
THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM

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The bite of the cold wasn't enough to deter the tomcat as he made his way out of camp alongside his clanmates. He was used to training at night anyways, when the sun would drift down below the horizon and leave the moors covered in frost by the time the next morning came around. He knew though that eventually this same cold would grow worse, and that the result of the frozen earth and clouded skies would be a lack of prey and rampant illness. Born in early February, he'd could vaguely remember the ass-end of that winter and the many ailments it had brought the marsh group.

Yellow eyes would shift sideways to Bunnyhop, grunting in agreement. He couldn't imagine the tom was all that comfortable out here so soon after the hawk stuff, and he didn't blame them one bit. Even Cold was still on edge after what had happened, and if Bunnyhop hadn't gravitated to his side of their own volition than he probably would have subconciously gone to them instead.

"Yeah. Luckily they don't have to dig through the snow to get at the grass yet." he replied to Shrewpaw, knowing the rabbits would still be well fed and greatful that the Windclanners didn't yet have to contend with snow and the chilling winds.

OOC- once everyone has posted their cat i'll send out pms letting everyone know if they were successful and what they caught! :)
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windclan warrior - male - 10 months - a large, dark grey tabby with yellow eyes

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[nettlepaw.]

..... For once, he was thankful for his shaggy pelt. While it protected him against the year-round winds, it was also proving to be effective in warding away the stinging cold of late leaf-fall. He'd be more thankful if it wasn't constantly blown into his face by the breeze, resulting in him frequently swiping at his muzzle and eyes with an annoyed paw as he walked along with the patrol.

..... Nettlepaw avoided looking directly at his mentor, instead keeping his attention glued to the bristly grass and cold earth beneath his paws. He was silent for the most part, only glancing up at Shrewpaw's exclamation. The older apprentice seemed excited at the prospect, yet he couldn't help but wonder if the hypothetical rabbit feared its end in sharp contrast. He paused momentarily, puffing fur away from his eyes again, before trotting to catch up with the rest of the patrol.​