IN MY ENDLESS DREAMS ☾ NIGHT HUNTING PATROL ˎˊ˗

[BATCHASER]

The night drowns out the radiant light of the sun. He's always preferred the starlight and the nocturnal sounds of the night, instead of the ever present daytime. The strange thing is that he's leading another patrol this time. It's a strange sort of thing, he hasn't felt before. He's usually the one to follow after clanmate's tails on patrols, instead of the other way around. It's... exhilarating. The night - time air curls its pleasing aroma around the patrol, while the bicolored tom leads his younger brother and a clanmate through the marshlands. Mud squishes between his toes, and the corner of his lip twitches up in distaste. Nasty.

Batchaser felt almost at home at times like this, without the sunlight poking through the pine canopy. His dark curled fur blends in with his clan's namesake as he treks through the territory. He pauses in his steps, craning his neck up and turning his split - colored muzzle to the trees. He opens his maw to speak to the two cats behind him. "Hm... Let's split up here. We could meet back here when we have prey... How about it?" His tail twitched as he glanced back at his younger brother and Willowburn.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

• ooc. @Willowburn @Haretooth

• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms.
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 35 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Willowburn]

THE GODS CAN KNEEL ⋆⁺₊⋆
It's definitely cooler at night, especially now that greenleaf is fading behind them. No more unbearable heat for a while, and thankfully Willowburn's thick coat protected him from the growing chill of the eve. All in all it was rather pleasant, or it would have been if he wasn't plagued with the gritty, wet feel of mud under his paws. If he wasn't loyal to ShadowClan then he probably would have left the marsh long ago in search of a home that was mud-free.

"That sounds like a plan. Though how about we make things interesting, shall we? I propose a little hunting contest, whoever catches the largest piece of prey wins." Willowburn did enjoy his little games, but would his two clanmates take him up on the offer?

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[Haretooth]

"INDELIBLE IS WHAT I NEED TO SPREAD THE WORD."​

Haretooth took great pleasure in hunting under the cover of night; he would wager that his affinity for the night sky was an inheritance from Batchaser. The eccentric warrior always led expeditions into the marsh at night for as long as the tom cat was able to follow him. Unfortunately he had to roll in the mud of the marsh to keep himself from refracting the gentle moonlight from his well groomed white coat. He grimaces at the thought of it drying but he would rather that the camp is fed for another day than keep himself cleaned. Would he still spend the hours of the morning complaining about such a thing? Of course, he wasn’t a compliant and happy warrior after all.

“That is an agreeable idea, I’m satisfied with that” he comments with a flick of his plumy tail and a curt nod. He wasn’t the biggest fan of contests but it had been a long time since he indulged himself in such frivoltries and it would be better than just gallivanting across the marshland in an attempt to find prey. This would keep the mind occupied. If Batchaser were to agree to Willowburn’s terms as well he would march off in a split direction from the other two, hunched in his walk and methodical in his steps.

The sound of something brushing against the foliage caused his pale ears to perk up in interest. It was a group of lizards, seemingly plump from the bounty of the marsh. This wasn’t the most impressive spread however he carried a firm belief that with patience and a well-timed strike he could capture more than one of them. His hunter's crouch is elegant, not perfect because even he was not that egotistical to determine what he was doing was perfect. Once the opportunity he waits for occurs he leaps from his spot, his paws pinning down three lizards. Scooping them with his maw he would then wait patietntly for his two clanmates, his catch wasn’t the biggest but he hoped that maybe one could line them up and count the three pieces of prey as one large prey instead.
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