sensitive topics I'll count the days || FOX [event hunting]

[shrewflight.]

Rolled a 1 with encounter!//
Rolled a 5 for no prey

Shrewflight seemed even shakier since Johnnyflame saved him from the dog. But he still has duties to do, especially with leafbare already upon them. Early he kept hearing, so they had to fight desperately. Chocolate pelt moved shakily, his nerves clamping his jaws shut as he thought he scented some sort of food.

Little did he know, he was venturing further into a trap. His small head lowered, paws trembling from cold and fear. Far from the twolegplace border, surely everything would be fine, right? It was just his anxiety. A frosty breath escaped his lungs as he breathed out.

Olivine eyes searched the undergrowth before venturing further, when suddenly breath escaped his lungs. A thin ragged frame trampled him, yellow teeth dripping saliva over his head. His own breaths were ragged, his small form feeling even tinier underneath the fox. It's russet and white form let out a snarl and instincts and the rush of adrenaline seemed to kick in as he suddenly used the weight of his back legs to kick into the foxes stomach. With a 19, go shrew!

And he'd turn, bellowing out the loudest cry of help that he could muster. He couldn't even tell it came from his chest. But it did, and the fox looking for a moment like a kicked dog, was already hot on his heels. Suddenly searing pain ripped through his shoulder, a scream escaping the tom- a scream of pain and terror as the fox sent him tumbling foreward.

His breaths were ragged, his gaze full of fear as he stared down the fox before him, before finally rearing back, send a paw to smack at its face, before another- a flurry of paws as he half panted and screamed continued cries of help full of panic.

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[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.​

The older warrior stiffened, head jerkin' upward a few lengths away from Shrewflight, molten copper constricting at the loud cry for help. Foxdung. He dug his claws into the frost-bitten ground, muscles coiling beneath scarred flesh, preparing to bolt as if his damn life depended on it. He wasn't couldn't deal with another death on his consciousness when he'd been right there.

He nearly stumbled at the scream tearing through the forest, heart rate thrumming hot in his ears. Damnit! He gritted his teeth, wooly plumage lashing as he broke through the undergrowth, molten copper zeroing in on Shrewflight's collapsed form, noting the star-awful injury on his shoulder bubbling ichor to the fox staring down at the young warrior.

A deep, reverberating snarl tore through the old smoke, bulldozing forward, and slamming into the fox with an uncontrollable vengeance. "Ya better damn well pick on someone yer own size, ya damn fox-heart." He snarled, scarred muzzle rippling back to reveal sharp canines.

He refused to lose another warrior. Shrewflight was nothin' but a youngin' barely out of the nest. Duskpool sneered, molten copper flashing angrily, "I've got ya, kiddo." He rumbled to Shrewflight, not knowin' if the tom could hear him through the pain. Ain't gonna let nothin' happen to ya. He promised, snapping his muzzle at the fox, wooly obsidian fur risin', standin' in front of Shrewflight.

"Come and get me, ya fowl-smellin' mutt." He rumbled, timbre a thunderous rumble, barely dodgin' a snap of its jaws to land a hard hit to the fox's muzzle, drawin' a pained yip from the russet-furred mutt who retaliated by slammin' the old male to the ground. He heard a crunch of bones beneath him, but the warrior paid little mind to the mouse he'd just fallen on to roll back to his feet, attemptin' to keep the fox distracted until more help arrived.
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my bones are smoldering ✦ and my knuckles are bloody

• ooc —— @Foxglovepaw.
  
  rolled a 17 + 2
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  release me from my promise to you. don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on without you
  
  — unknown
• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost makeral tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix w/ molten copper eyes and low-white
  ♡ warrior of skyclan
  ♡ sixty moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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[Ekat]

Ekat's blood immediately runs colder than the early leaf-bare frost encasing the forest floor in a fragile layer — her breath catching mid-inhale as Shrewflight's frantic cries shatter the air's stillness and force her head wrenching in the direction of the sound. The she-cat's heartbeat hammers against her ribs, fear quickly overtaking each of her limbs as she realizes another Clanmate is under attack by a predator. She can just make out the creature's shape through the brittle undergrowth as she races to his rescue, the scents of the fox and her desperately battling Clanmates hitting the roof of her mouth as she approaches. A coarse, ragged frame streaked with patches of auburn and bone-white fur, its sharp teeth glinting as it lunges for Shrewflight. Every instinct screams at Ekat to turn tail and run, to fade into the shadows like she would have during conflicts as a loner. But watching Duskpool hurl himself at the fox, a fierce light burning in his eyes, makes Ekat remember she can't. She can't run.

Swallowing the dread that threatens to choke her at witnessing the vicious creature so close, Ekat approaches further, paws grazing the frozen ground as she crouches behind a cluster of tangled brambles. Duskpool is already locked in a ferocious battle with the fox, protecting Shrewflight and slamming his paw against the creature's face. Relief washes over Ekat to have the older warrior with them, even as he falls back against the frost. She needs his bravery to make up for the lack of her own. Gathering her resolve and her understanding that, deep down, she is willing to fight to the death for the sake of her Clanmates — Ekat fixes her eyes on the fox and digs her claws into the frostbitten earth beneath. With one swift bound, she springs forward out of cover and lands near the fox's flank, aiming to sink her teeth into the fox's flesh in a desperate attempt to hurt it. She growls as she does, a wild and angry sound tearing itself out of her muffled throat that she didn't even know she could make.

/ Roll: 7 - No luck on a scent trail, time to fight off this threat.​

 

[Owlheart]

A fox had been what claimed her mothers first life, she developed a certain hatred for those beasts because of it. Not that she ever liked those animals but it's clear where her hatred lies. Owlheart is crouched while she treks through the forest, careful to keep her steps light as to not crunch any leaves or frost. She still can't believe the frost is here, with a stifled sigh she shakes her head. Looking above at the sky around them to try and see any birds, no such luck seems to find her.

The scent of fox is heavy in the air, it bristles her tangerine fur and her head shoots up. Concerned that another life would be lost today, looking around at her surroundings just in time to see the orange and black beast collide with Shrewflight. "Look out!" She cried out knowing that of course everyone would be on high alert, it just felt right to say. Just in case. Duskpool is quick to defend his clanmate, locked into a bloody battle and Ekat is not far behind in assisting.

Owlheart thinks to help her clanmates, paws carry her to their side but the sight of a discarded mouse catches her eyes. It seems that the fox had it in its maw for a moment but the fighting had discarded the need for such small prey. Anything is good though, they need this. She spins on white splashed paws to snatch up the mouse, taking the opportunity to swipe at the fox's hindlegs while she was in the vicinity. She then turns and runs with the mouse up the nearest tree, concerned that it might try and take it back. So far it seemed that her clanmates could corner it and scare it off, if that looked like it would change she'd keep the prey up here and drop down to help. ​

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• ooc. Rolled a 20 / 5 for 1 point! (mouse)

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  OWLHEART
  She / her ||Warrior of SkyClan || 19 moons
  ❥ An orange tabby with low white and an owls feather tucked in her tail.
  ❥ Mates with Oddgleam and Crowsight | Mother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Brightkit and Ravenkit.
  ❥ Mentoring Hollypaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[Cherryblossom]

It seems her jaws are destined to be free of prey, so that she can sink them better into the skins of those who would take it from her. Shrewflight's pained cries fill the forest, pinging off the winter-stiff trees and snapping through the frozen air. The warrior's scowl loosens in shock, then quickly reshapes into a snarl as she bounds through the branches towards the sounds of the fight, as easily as WindClan warrior would across the plains.

Tail-lengths below, Duskpool's heavy form wrestles with the amber beast's. Ekat lunges right into the line of fire, and her growl startles the young warrior from even her high vantage. A flash of orange catches her eye, and she bites back an instinctual, "Mouse-brain!" as her sister distracts herself with something nearby rather than the slavering fox at her front.

Narrowed yellows dart towards her curl-furred apprentice. " @ricepaw ! Stay where you are!" A deep inhale later, she springs from the tree, aiming to land squarely on the fox's back and dig her claws in deep. "You stink," she hisses, clinging on like a burr as it bucks beneath her.

ooc: rolled a 2!​