private i can feel your breath ] thunderclan stealing

[TALLSTEP]

Tallstep treads carefully along the muddy bank, his paws sinking slightly into the soft earth. His heart beats quicker than usual, the unease of stepping into unfamiliar territory buzzing beneath his fur. He has hunted in other places before, but RiverClan's territory feels different—wet, slippery, and full of scents he's not used to. He tries not to think about the possibility of RiverClan cats appearing from the mist, their silent forms rising from the shadows of the reeds. It's the thought of being caught that makes his fur prickle, not the actual hunting. His tail flicks behind him in nervous little swishes, betraying the anxiety that he can't shake off. His clanmates move further ahead, focused on the task at hand, while Tallstep lingers a few steps behind. They are ThunderClan cats—used to the forest, to the underbrush, and the branches overhead. But this is RiverClan's world, and he feels out of place here, on the soggy ground where their pawsteps barely leave a mark.

Tallstep scans the area, his eyes flicking from the tall reeds to the sluggish flow of the river. His ears twitch at the distant splash of fish, but he knows he's no good at catching them. Fish are for RiverClan cats. His mind drifts to the sound of rustling leaves in the distance, the crunch of dry twigs. He tells himself to focus, to remember what he's here for, but there's a quiet gnawing anxiety at the back of his mind. He spots movement at the edge of a small patch of overgrown grass, and Tallstep freezes. A mouse. Small, brown, and unaware of him. His claws slide from their sheaths in instinct, his heart pounding even louder in his chest as he moves closer. He doesn't want to rush it. If he scares the prey away, the entire patrol will know. His muscles coil, his body leaning low to the ground as he tries to match his breathing with the slow rhythm of the world around him. He's aware of every step, every shift of weight, the soft rustling of his fur against the damp air. He waits for the mouse to take a few more steps, his chest tight. Then, when the moment feels right, he pounces. His body snaps forward, and with a single, swift movement, his claws sink into the small creature.

Tallstep exhales, the tension in his body releasing all at once. His paws tremble as he lifts the mouse from the ground between his teeth, a small thrill of pride rushing through him. It's not much, but it's something. He holds the catch carefully, stepping back from the edge of the riverbank. It's the first piece of prey he's caught on RiverClan's territory, and while it's small, the victory feels significant. A small success in a world that feels unfamiliar, a reminder that he's capable even here. He takes a deep breath, tail flicking again as he starts to move back toward the rest of the patrol.

[ rolled a 20 so no encounter :3 rolled a 19 to succeed, and rolled a 3 for size ]
[ @Lightflower @SQUIRRELPAW @FALCONHEART @Bugpaw ! @LITTLEPAW patrol tags :3 ]​

 

[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 Trekking into RiverClan territory feels more wrong than crossing into SkyClan had, but this is the least that the river clan deserves after the hell they’ve put ThunderClan through. They took all of Howlingstar’s kindness, all of Flamestar’s mercy, and threw it right back in their faces. They don’t seem to have noticed the intruders upon their wetland territory yet, but Falconheart can guess that they don’t have long to hunt before they’re found. Thankfully, it isn’t long before he spots his prey, a vole that seems to be the perfect size for feeding an apprentice. It would make a good meal for even a warrior like Falconheart, but he doesn’t plan on eating it. Whatever he catches will go to those who need it first, and he’ll pick through what is left after they’re finished. For now, though, he dashes after the creature, sure paws carrying him across mud and frost without stumbling—until they don’t.

He pounces, but the angle is all off, and the vole scrabbles away before his paws can touch it. Off into the territory it makes its lucky escape, and the cream tabby is left with paws slammed into cold dirt and a scowl tainting his stormy expression. "Fuck," he says, emphatically. He doesn’t dare turn to look at either of his apprentices—embarrassment prickles at the back of his neck, sending spikes of misery through his chest. He’s supposed to be helping his clan survive the winter, but how can he do that when his every attempt has been met with failure?

heaven knows 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 how hard i’ve tried

• ooc: rolled a 1 and a 2 with advantage. he’s caught NOTHING.
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• FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamestar and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, ravenpaw, bugpaw, sunpaw, squirrelpaw, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ mentoring bugpaw & littlepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Lightflower]

❝ it's gonna hurt for a bit of time ❞​

She hated the idea of going to another clan's territory to hunt. Her fur prickled with unease. She didn't condone it before, and she didn't like it now, but these were difficult times. She repeated the sentiment in her head as they sneaked across the border. Her ears went on a swivel as soon as they were in enemy territory. Why did I agree to this? she wondered. She didn't have to. She could've said no. The lack of any prey scent made her ever more irritated that she was here at all. There wasn't even anything to steal! At least that she could find. Maybe it was her nerves, or maybe it was just too cold today. Either way, she turned to Squirrelpaw. "Anything?" she whispered.

// rolled a 9 :/ no prey
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