KEEPIN' ALL YOUR LITTLE SPIES [ carrion food ]

[jackal]

It's barely two days after the gathering when there's a rustle in the reeds on the banks of Riverclan water. Orange paws dip into the tide, green eyes sweeping the land before him. He's not far into the territory, but definitely intruding- he knows better then to linger. She knew better, and look where it got her. A slow breath is inhaled and exhaled as he moved, keeping to the water, his scent only barely present against the reeds he touched. Strategic. Strategic. He had to be better then her, better then that bitch.

Jackal exhales- it's early morning, and his breath curls in front of him as the light catches on nearly-invisible fog. It's getting cooler- it's nearly time to enact his plan. Green eyes snapped over head, hoping that the trail he left attracts birds. His ear twitched, head snapping around as he hears unfamiliar paw steps. Jackal moves swiftly, but quietly, head low and eyes narrowed. He's out of the scene just moments before a patrol encroaches upon his little project.

Strewn out from the banks of the river, back towards the border, are leaffall-heavy fish with their stomachs split wide open and beginning to rot as sunlight begins to cast on them. They had been caught long before the patrol arrived, judging by how they already begun to reek. A bird cries out from overhead. Vultures would be likely to happen upon the corpses before too much longer.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── ALL YOU HAVE TO DO ⋅❁⋅ IS GET RID OF ME! ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // hihi! jackal's scent will be present but minimal! i'd prefer those strongest in tracking to be the only ones to detect his scent
  

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• JACKAL he/him, rogue, sixty eight moons.
  ⭃ LH red tabby with piercing green eyes and a maine coone descendancy. smug, very sure of himself, littered with scars.
  ⭃ ex mate to hazel and npc / / father to claythorn, redacted, redacted
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[owlpaw.]

"I'm gonna catch the most! You know I will, and all you suckers will have to- to," owlpaw struggled with words as he proudly held himself forward, and spoke with the confidence he could ever have. But it seemed that wasn't the only thing interrupting him, mismatched eyes narrowing and his ears swiveling around. Fish lay to the side of the bank, strewn open from claw marks.

"Hey? Is this normal?" He asked loudly, ears pinning back before his lips peeled back in distaste from the smell. "is this a starclan sign?" He asked, planting his behind on the dirt in confusion, head tilting at the number of fish. "Can... We still eat them?" He followed with. Maybe, just maybe starclan killed these for them so that they could bring home plentiful harvest! And all their bellies could be full and the clan could rejoice over leafbare. His gaze travelled back to the rest of the patrol, and his mentor(npc), curious for their reactions as well. He's never seen anything like this before.

Though his head lifted up to the circling birds above, confusion flowing through the apprentice more. This really was not normal. At all. Right?

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

The smell of decay is still comparatively light in the air, the heat no longer harsh enough to rot freshkill practically before it is taken to the pile, but the rancid smell of forgotten prey is unmistakable and its prominence so far from camp has Snakeblink bristling in alert. They come upon the source of the smell soon enough: fish abandoned on the shore, a dreadful waste reminiscent of—

Can... We still eat them?

”Do not,” he warns, tail lashing as he resists the urge to scruff Owlpaw and drag him away — it was neither his responsibility nor appropriate for an apprentice, for all that the suggestion had been as foolish as a kit’s. No, not foolish he admonishes himself inwardly: naive. He shakes his head, tries to gentle his voice into a hiss rather than a snap: ”They are old, and we do not know how they came to be here: they could make you sick.”

There is no doubt in his mind that this was deliberate, but who could have acted in such a manner? More twolegs, trying to lure them away? Other clans sending a message, or rogues trespassing and overhunting? He slinks closer to the fish, prodding one’s split belly with a paw. ”Let us check for scents,” he tells the rest of the patrol grimly. ”Before this… spectacle attracts enough birds that they decide to try their luck at a fresh meal.” What could be the meaning of this display? ​

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ooc. information.

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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 57 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[salmonshade]

When the patrol encroaches on the scene, with her trying too ignore Owlpaws goading, Salmon is all caution with unsheathed claws and lower posture, ears pinned back as she looks around. Snakeblink seems just on edge and she sends him an understanding glance. "Stay close." she murmurs to Horizonpaw as Owlpaw follows the fish- she huffs, knowing that this can get out of hand real quick... But Snakeblink is the authority here, and so she leaves him to corral the kid bad as she scans the perimeters.

Can we still eat them? Incredulous, Salmons head snaps towards Owlpaw. Just what was this boys mentor teaching him? The lack of caution? The ability to have bees in his brains? "No." she deadpans right as Snakeblink sharply warns him of the same thing. She leans towards her apprentice, speaking with a slight air of superiority- she hasn't quite failed, her apprentice knows better than that, "They are in the beginning stages of rot. Look," a paw points to the split stomach, wrinkling her nose at the odor. "Never eat rotten prey." multiple cats of the marsh group turned to carrionfood as their final, desperate attempt in a time of starvation.

Let us check for scents, Snakeblink murmurs and she nods, then nods in encouragement towards Horizonpaw to venture slightly off. She trusts him not to get himself in to much trouble, but a paranoid gaze keeps flickering up towards him. Stars forbid if he disappears just like Riverpaw... No- She wouldn't let that happen, she'd be faster this time, it wouldn't happen in front of her... With all of these thoughts in her head, she realizes she just cannot focus at all, certainly not enough to detect the faintest of scents... "Nothing over here but grass... Horizonpaw?" she calls back, eyes flitting towards the sky, checking for vultures. Her eyes level Snakeblink with a stare, "Are we going to follow this trail?" she beckons the strewn fish that goes towards the borders.

𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ଳ⋆｡˚ 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚁

• @horizonpaw
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  ❥ salmon ,, salmonshade
  ❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 43 months
  ❥ warrior of riverclan ,, mentoring horizonpaw
  ❥ fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with white, blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, fd9367" ,, thoughts
  ❥ lesbian ,, single
  ❥ smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  ❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — She tries to ignore Owlpaw whose beginning to get on her nerves as her bottlebrush tail lashes behind her but the smell of rotting fish causes her snout to wrinkle and her attention snaps to the fish with the parted bellies, she can't help but grimace in disgust. Her nonexistent eyebrows raise as the apprentice that had been bragging about a moment ago asks if they could eat the fish and she can't help the disgust that crosses her face, Beefang let's both Salmonshade and Snakeblink tell the apprentice that he couldn't eat fish that has gone bad so she focuses on the trail of fish that lead away. "We should get rid of these fish too... So, it doesn't end up attracting anything else." The black smoke mumbles to the rest of the patrol not wishing to be heard potentially by whoever left this pleasant gift of gutted fish for them to discover and a frown pulls at the sides of her mouth.

Her lone eye focused on the trail only to try catching any scent of anything other than the rank smell of fish that had been left out in the sun for too long and she glances to her apprentice for a heartbeat "Do you smell anything off?" Beefang straightens her posture only to glance in the direction of Snakeblink waiting to see what his next means of action would be and her tattered ear flicks to the side wondering who could've done this, she doubts that any other clan would leave fish on the ground if they were desparate enough to hunt for it. It was a waste to do such a thing and it frustrates Bee as she swallows down a growl that threatens to slip from her throat, her nose twitches and her jaws part to try picking up any other scent that wasn't just fish.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

• ooc — @Roepaw

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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