IT'S COLD OUTSIDE || phase 4 hunting

〕The wind howled as it tore through the forest. She squinted her eyes as the snow pelted her face. Her muzzle tucked downwards, tucked into her chest fur as she tried to keep warm. Regardless of how thick she fluffed her pelt, the cold still stung her skin. "Stay close...don't wander too far..." she tried to call out, but if anyone was able to hear her, that would depend on how close they were. Going out today was mouse-brained, but the snow hadn't let up since yesterday. Their stocks were already lower than comfortable. She was thankful for those who had volunteered to accompany her, but she hoped they could all find prey soon and not have to be out for long. I have plenty of lives to spare...I can keep coming out here. Her clanmates only had one, and she was determined to not lose any more of her clanmates. Rowanthorn and Darktuft had already joined Starclan since the blizzard had started, even if it hadn't been from the cold.

It was near impossible to tell where they were in the forest, but she hadn't taken the patrol too far. They needed to be close enough to be able to follow their paw prints before they were filled back in with snow. As she slipped away from the others, worry that they wouldn't find anything started to fill her belly. What if this trek was just a waste of energy that they didn't have? She scoured the area for any signs of prey, but with each passing heartbeat she worried that she had strayed too far. A cloud of steam fell from her muzzle as she sighed in defeat and turned around. But then, a flash of grey out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.

The mouse didn't last long for the hungry hunter. With a quick bite, she ended its time in the forest. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. As she returned to the meet up spot, she searched each of her clanmate's muzzles for any signs of success.
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  • ooc. rolled an 18 so coming home healthy
    no predator encounter
    1 point for prey size
  • FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
    afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
    widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
    —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights


    "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
    tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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    a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.
 
𓇢𓇢 Striding out into the face of a blizzard was a horrible idea. Perhaps the worst decision that he has made in a long time—perhaps the worst decision in the entire history of terrible decisions, even. His body feels cold all over, shivers racking his thin frame, but he presses onward doggedly. He won't let a silly blizzard keep him from trying his hardest to aid his clan, even if he… can't really feel his toes much anymore.

He manages to find nothing, and when he meets up with the rest of the patrol once more, the tom faces Flamestar with a ducked head and tense shoulders. "Apologies, m-m… m'lady," he states, his voice quavering with the force of his teeth chattering. The cold has certainly gotten to him—beautiful, flowing silken fur makes him a radiant sight when the sun shines, but it provides little defense against the blizzard that rages across the territory. "I f-f… find myself quite useless t-t-today." He feels somewhat guilty, in fact, for being unable to even find any prey. The sparse wintertime underbrush would make hunting easier, one should think, but instead Laughblossom simply cannot sense anything.

  • ooc: rolled a 9 (frostbite) & then a nat 1 😐😐😐

    apprentice tag @Glowingpaw. (if she would go out in the blizzard)
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  • LAUGHBLOSSOM ❯❯ he/him, warrior of thunderclan
    𓇢 silky-furred chocolate tabby with white spotting and hazel eyes. joyous and loud, but deeply protective of his clan.
    𓇢 brother to lovelight, joywing, wrathpaw, pridepaw, merrypaw
    𓇢 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    𓇢 penned by foxlore
 
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ a snow so heavy was no good sign, but if windclan was able to make it all the way to skyclan camp in such weather, thunderclan could manage a hunting patrol. they would be fed this leafbare whether the stars willed it or not, and it seemed the odds were already stacked high against them.

nightbird regards flamestar's warnings with a twitch of her ears, reluctant to part her jaws and let the cold nestle into her throat. her eyes stayed trained to the snow covered ground to search for any fresh tracks, doubts that no prey would be senseless enough to get caught in this dwindling as she spots some. the snow was good for one thing, at least.

by the time nightbird returns, there is a hearty hare between her jaws, its hind legs dragging against the ground. with a fluid motion the lead warrior slings it over her shoulders. she didn't want to drop it on account of an unsteady jaw. perhaps the warmth that remained beneath its pelt would ward off the rattle of her bones.
  • ooc ↛ rolled 11 for catch & 19 for large size. got CHILLS!!
  • NIGHTBIRD she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 38 ☾'s
    a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
    mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
    penned by vayle@vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
〕Golden fur swelters in the chilling winds as Honeypaw follows Flamestar through the blinding snowstorm. There seems to be no looming predators stalking them at the moment, but the blizzard makes it difficult to use any of their senses, so the young apprentices opts to stay alert ( as one should anyway ).

They stick close enough that their clanmates can be seen amidst the white, but far enough to look for something to bring back to camp. They hope for some luck in this outing, something worthy of showing the Clan — not a measly mouse or simply nothing at all. With a flick of their ears, Honeypaw turns their full attention to hunting.

When they return they are not empty-pawed. Shivering but with a sizable squirrel in their mouth, it's easy to notice how glad Honeypaw is to have caught something decent.
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  • ooc.
    Blud got chills 😢. 2 points!
  • HONEYPAW —— apprentice of thunderclan , mentored by npc . waspchaser x sorrelmist . littermate to none. ✦ penned by nocthymia
    they/them / 6 moons & ages every 7ᵗʰ
    single / too young
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
    —— combat details here / battle notes

    "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
    biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse

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    a longhaired red tabby with low white, vitiligo and dichroic eyes.
 

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- stars above, and below, it was so cold out here. the air nipped right at his ankles, as he spiked up his fur in an attempt to remain warm. his whiskers felt like they'd fall right off with just how frozen they were– but he had things to do. he hadn't been that injured in the battle so he could still hunt, even if he felt achy all over. he could just chalk that up to good old weather, however, as he ducked his head to keep the blunt of the wind out of his eyes. he can barely smell a single thing out here. he feels himself about to sneeze but he holds back as he catches a very faint scent within the snow. his ears twitch as he moves himself through it, trying to find the source of it.

he is about to give up completely when he hears it. the smallest squeak from a vole, making him dig beneath the snow finding the small creature shivering in a makeshift den of its own. orangepaw gives a quick thank you to starclan before giving the creature mercy. it's not much but... it'll feed someone. that's all he can hope for.

// rolled 16 for healthy; 15 for finding prey, and 2 for prey size. one point. mentor tag @leafhusk


 
Squirrelpaw practically clung to her mother's side like a flea, refusing to let her get more than a few tail-lengths away. She was still feeling a bit shaky from her time in the medicine den, and the wind seemed to tear through her like she was made of paper. It was all she could do to keep putting one paw in front of the other, and having the strength of Flamestar nearby was the only thing keeping her upright. Besides, the leader might be okay with losing a life or two in this blizzard in the name of feeding the clan, but her daughter was most certainly not okay with it. She felt a strange, almost desperate need to keep an eye on her mother, even after the embarrassing events of the Sunningrocks battle.

The only thing that managed to pull the apprentice's focus away from the red tabby was a splash of orange painted across the white forest. Her namesake darted through the bare branches of the tree above them, with it's bushy tail matching her own making it easy to spot. Easier than anything else in this storm, anyways. Without thinking about how her skin was still sore, the dual-toned molly smirked darted towards the base of the tree after it. Climbing was her only real skill, and today she had a chance to actually use it for the good of her clan.

Claws dug into the rough, frozen bark of the tree as she quickly scaled upwards, clenching her jaw to ignore the way her new scars stung. She launched herself up the last few branches to where the squirrel was now trying to escape her, claws outstretched as she swung them upwards to snag its little tail. Her paws slipped then on the icy tree limb, a shrill shriek pulling from her lungs as she tumbled downwards. Luckily, she managed to catch herself before falling all the way to the forest floor; and even luckier still, her grip on the squirrel stuck, with the rodent also landing heavily on the branch beside her. It scrambled to get away, but she was the tiniest bit quicker, lunging forward and locking her jaws around its neck. The girl nimbly leapt back to the ground, grinning triumphantly around the body of her catch.

  • [ rolled an 18 & 10 for medium prey, 19 for health // mentor tag @Lightflower ]
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    SQUIRRELPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons
    lh blue torbie with low white and green eyes // slender but fluffy
    single, bisexual, crushing on no one // flamestar x flycatcher
    sister to bugpaw, ravenpaw, sunpaw, falconheart and stormfeather
    mentored by lightflower // adoptive sister to sparrowpaw
    peaceful powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
    penned by limerence@limericks. on discord, dm for plots
 
ooc: rolled a 20 for health (healthy). rolled a 12 & 5 for medium prey, two points
The blizzard laying waste to their territory was more than exhausting -- Addersnap longed for nothing more than the sound of birds chirping and bugs buzzing in the tree branches. It was his first leaf-bare as a warrior, and stars had he not been warned enough about the stinging cold that he would be unable to avoid. Hunting was much more difficult than it needed to be in all of this, the tabby often worn down after each patrol. But everything was more difficult, really. It was hard for anyone to even move their jaw in order to chew on their freshkill.

Wiggling his haunches as he prepared to leap, Addersnap extended his claws out after launching into the air with lips pulled back. Sinking his teeth into the neck of the squirrel that had made the mistake of twitching its tail in his field of vision, the young warrior carried it back to the group with a flick of his ear. Half-lidded eyes scanned his clanmates as some of their bodies shivered excessively from the sharp bite of frost, his own coat twitching as snowflakes landed on his skin. He sent a quick prayer to Starclan thanking them for not inflicting such chills on him.