I MISS THE RAGE [ food! ]

[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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A small inhale, and he held his breath. As fast as a snake, he shot from the briar, stretching his body out before he pinning his claws against a vole which had been packing it's sides with food for the winter. He relaxed after he made the kill, standing back up. It had been one of three pieces he had collected tonight, leaving the group shortly after they had settled for the night. The first night in the forest. His shoulders trembled gently, excited for that. He missed home violently, and this was a brief respite before they made it home.

But it wouldn't be Leopardtongue. It wouldn't be the familiar gorse tunnel, and the warm warriors den at the end of a long day or night. It wasn't, and he had to remind himself as such. Picking the vole up, he moved to retrieve the other two pieces of prey. He would miss a pair of eyes in the bushes.

It was dark out by the time Batwing had returned from his small excursion. The ink of night was slowly sweeping over them, the moon gone from the sky behind clouds. It seemed his father would not be watching on him this time. He would have rumbled out that he had some food- and likely wasn't the only Thunderclanner to be hunting- but the catches in his muzzle prevented him. Instead, he made his way to the center of mock-camp, dropping the pieces of prey. He inhaled slowly, then exhaled roughly, feeling relief that he made it back in time.

Batwing lifted his voice. "Alright! Those of you who are injured should be fed first, but I've got a couple pieces of prey." He called out. "Let's not have a repeat of any food aggression." He hadn't been there, but he had certainly heard it from the other end of the mock-camp- eyes drifted across looking for Slate, but he shifted his vision back forward slyly.

// if you're another TCer, feel free to have been hunting as well!

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[Orangestar]

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁, 𝐵𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀

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  — orangeblossom | tags
  — she/her ; deputy of skyclan, mentoring eveningpaw.
  — scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by waluigipinball
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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She's known Batwing since he was a kitten, restless and explorative and climbing every tree-trunk he could find. But when their paths diverged, the sleet-furred tomcat had found skill in places that Orangeblossom had not. ThunderClan's territory is thick with fern and bramble, a luxury that none of the others have been able to work around, and even the tree-accustomed SkyClanners have had no luck scaling into the branches above.

Orangeblossom had abandoned her own hunt earlier in the day, determined but failing in her own attempts to secure prey for the journeying cats. She knows she's a skilled hunter, but SkyClan's sparse undergrowth is nothing compared to the density of this deciduous forest; and if she can't get into the trees, and can't track a damn mouse through the undergrowth, then what use is she?

In the interim, Orangeblossom has taken to pacing for most of the evening as their pesudo-Clan settles in for the night. Checking the edges of their little clearing, sniffing around for any sign of predators, checking that the stems of lungwort were intact. Back and forth, stormy expression and flicking tail a silent warning not to approach her. For those who did so, her responses had been clipped, terse. She pauses only when Batwing returns, jaws crowded with not one but three pieces of prey.

"Hmph. Least some of us can hunt." She snaps, though her anger isn't directed at anyone in particular.
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[hazecloud]

Hazecloud had never been a good hunting on any terrain that didn't include water. She was a sneaky huntress over the river, and when she had to be, a decent catcher for salamanders when fish were rough to find. It was a sore weakness to the foggy she-cat when it came to any other type of hunt, her frustration built quickly in the face of failure.

At least it wasn't completely expected of her to conduct such success like the forest-dwellers have. At home she wasn't looked at to bring home squirrels and mice, and honestly she was not ashamed to accept the stereotype of a RiverClanner here. Hazecloud would much rather keep herself where fallen leaves wouldn't attach themselves to her tail and scare away prey.

Batwing and a few others arrive with their catches, the tom mentioning for the injured to eat first. She doesn't consider herself among that type at first despite the wound across her face still healing. Instead she looked around for Cherrypaw and Duskpool, hoping they were around to hear their call. His prodding at the SkyClan Lead is what drew her attention back as he drew an airy laugh from her.

"The hero of hungry bellies, just wait until we find another river. You'll never want to eat a mouse again." Hazecloud teased with a half-promise.​

 

[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He wasn't too far away when he heard Batwing's voice, irritated he couldn't hunt for himself, but he figured that was StarClan's way of tellin' him to knock it off and rest. If he was a devoted believer, then maybe, but Duskpool couldn't care, still mindful of his immobile forelimb and the fact he was one of the last cats to trail behind the journeying cats.

The atmosphere was brimming with restless energy, watchin' Orangeblossom pass and check for predators was grating on his nerves, but he kept his distance, knowin' what she might be feeling still didn't help him ease that agitation. He didn't enjoy relying on others, especially when the SkyClanners should be well-off, but seemed to be the opposite, trapped in a densely packed forest would make anyone go insane.

Duskpool huffed at Hazecloud's remark, not giving much away if he found the comment amusing as he sat, leaning against the oak some lengths away from the group. He'd been trying to get some mobility back in his forelimb when they settled down. "Better get somethin' in ya kid." He rumbled, staring at Hazecloud, brow raised. I haven't been all that hungry, anyway. He wanted to say, suggesting someone else get whatever share Batwing deemed fit for the large male. ​

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[Mouseflight]

Mouseflight did not like not being able to feed himself, he didn't like the suffocating forest around him, and although he had grown used to the cats that now surround him, he didn't like the fact that he had to depend on ThunderClan to feed him. They weren't the worst clan, but they were far from his favorite, so when they had come into the forest originally and it had been discovered that there were many cats here who couldn't hunt - WindClanners and RiverClanners being the first to come to mind - Mouse immediately decided he wanted to get out as soon as possible.

When the hunting patrol stepped forward, he grabbed a piece to bring back to the injured WindClanners offering a mumbled "thank you" to those who had brought food back before sitting down once more. "If you find any rabbit burrows let me know..." He'd offer to the forest-dwelling cats. A rabbit burrow was the only thing Mouse could think of that he'd be able to properly hunt in with all this undergrowth, and that was only if the rabbit happened to be inside and nothing else.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 12 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 15 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​

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The scent of prey is tempting, and yet periwinklebreeze does not move from his place. legs tucked beneath his hunched body, tail wrapped 'round tightly, he only watches - unwilling. There are others who need it more, he thinks - he's gone without plenty of times before, and with only thunderclan able to move about in this mess, he can do so again. It's just until they're out of the woods, after all. For now, he simply observes the various reactions, humming absently at mouseflights words - rabbit sure did sound good right about now.

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀

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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 posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven 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