mary on a cross 𓆝 bucket of fish

[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail can see the main river in his line of sight now. Foxtail and his apprentice were assigned to a hunting patrol today, and Foxtail couldn't be more pleased when the patrol leader decided to hunt along the river. He was fairly certain that his clanmates knew very well that the young warrior enjoyed fishing.... it's almost his way of feeling connected to the river. He can momentarily forget about his fear of water when he's stalking a fish; he'll even jump into the river if the fish is too big to be swiped out of the river by his paw. So, he felt excitement in his timid paws as they venture closer to the river, and he wonders what fish will be in store for them today. Pebblepaw's hunting progress seems to get better and better by the day, he wonders what fish Pebblepaw will catch today! But as they finally approach the river bank, Foxtail's nose is unusually clogged with the scent of fish. Smelling fish while hunting is quite normal, but the thing is no cat on the patrol has started yet! He blinks for a moment, and looks over to the left— eyes widening at a bucket of fish that sits nicely on the shore, that's mere fox lengths away from them.

"L-look at that!" Foxtail gasps, his nose twitching at the strong scent of fish that radiates from the bucket. "....It's full to the brim with f-fish..." He murmurs with curiosity, slowly approaching it. His nose twitches again, but this time around he focuses on the weaker scents that are nearly overpowered by the fish; he catches the faint scent of twolegs. So, twolegs hunted these fish...? His head twitches with confusion; why would they catch these fish, and then leave them in this strange bucket...? He prods the bucket and it tips over, Foxtail leaps back as dead fish spill onto the earthly floor. He sniffs a dead carp, before looking over at the hunting patrol. "T-they smell pretty fresh to me...." He murmurs, with a slight frown. Foxtail wanted to hunt his own fish, and not have some twoleg do the work for him. But it's perfectly good fish just sitting there, what should they do?
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𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to clangen for sprite <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  19 moons
  

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[Petalnose]

Twolegs.

The scent was alarming, even faint. The hairless beasts always coursed in activity when the seasons got warm. They snatched their warriors, trapping them into kittypet life. They took parts of territories she heard, trespassing to set in traps. She remembered when she heard one had grabbed Smokestar and tugged him from a tree. There was always some danger to encounter in each season, by far twolegs were more threatening with the intelligence and craftiness the creatures seemed to possess.

There was a scent that almost covered the twoleg stench. Fish, a lot of fish. Then she spotted Foxtail. For a moment, she grew proud for her clanmate despite her focused tracking. Foxtail was know to be one of Riverclan's best fishers, a respected skill within their clan… Although, no cat had ever managed this amount in such a short amount of time. Suspicion started to stir within her as she pressed forward.

Foxtail was nearing fish in a twoleg contraption. The lead warrior stiffened and bounded over to interrupt his curiousity, "Stop! It might be a trap!" Petalnose hissed, "We need to report this to Lichentail. Foxtail, have you seen or scented anything else?"

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[Owlfeather]

The heady scent of so many fish caught the nose of more than one cat that day, for soon Owlfeather approached the pair. As always his pawsteps were steady as he peered at the spilled fish curiously, seemingly unconcerned by Foxtails warning. "Now why would it be a trap? Maybe this is their freshkill pile." the warrior mused in his gravelly voice as he leaned down to sniff at one of the fish. "They smell untainted. Perhaps we should take what we can. After all, is this not our river, our fish?" Owlfeather said with a wry smile, as if he himself didn't believe his words.​

 

[Gladefrost]

" Hmm, you're right. " Troutsnout would murmur after hearing Foxtail's statement of it being stacked to the brim with fish of all assortments, and she glances around. She hadn't seen any twolegs around while she was out all day today but they were strange creatures after all. They could be watching them from afar and making note of where they traveled, or anything on the sort. Her chambray gaze flicks over their surroundings and nearby reeds, her nose tinkling with the vague scent of faint twoleg. An hiss from their lead warrior spooks her as she was too busy pondering why they would leave fish just sitting out, and Petalnose mentions something of a trap.

" A trap, hmm? " The spotted tabby murmurs at Petalnose's statement, deep thought evident on her soft features. " I haven't seen any twolegs around and the scent is almost gone... " She states after a minute as she closes her eyes for a second of thought and shrugs her shoulders. If Petalnose wanted to take it home, they would- but she wouldn't disobey the council member's commands. She had an strong sense of smell and tracking, it had been a reason why Smokestar named her Troutsnout- and it rhymed as well. However, she wasn't going to rely on her senses and let the lead warrior call the shots on this one.
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[Snakeblink]

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

"I agree with Petalnose," Snakeblink mutters as he pads up to the group, "Fish caught in twoleg trash is one thing, but this seems altogether too purposeful to be entirely safe." And too good to be true: there's so many fish in that strangely-shaped twoleg rock that Owlfeather's suggestion of it being their freshkill pile seems quite likely.

And he remembers all too well cats caught and killed by twoleg traps before.

He circles the trapped fish, looking for anything that might tie them to unseen mechanisms, but sees nothing. Still, it could be a lure, or poison that their keen noses cannot pick up on: twolegs are devious like that. Either way, they should not linger too long. Whether or not this is a trap, the twolegs are sure to return for their bounty eventually.​

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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail's posture stiffens as Petalnose leaps over in alarm, taking a step backwards. His olive green eyes look over at the bucket, his nose twitching. There is awfully a lot of fish; he wasn't sure how the twolegs caught them, but why would they just leave them out in the open? When they hunt, they bury their freshkill before bringing it back to camp. It hides their food away from potential thieves, and lurking predators. "Y-you're right," He mews with a nervous swish of his tail, "I-it might be a trap now that I'm t-thinking about it.... Why would twolegs leave this out...?"

He sniffs the air again, but he shifts his focus away from the strong scent of fish. He picks up the faint scent of twolegs again— their scent is continuing to grow weak. Even so, it is a concern, twolegs in their territory is nothing to joke around about. They can be a real threat; when equipped with traps and monsters, they can easily snatch a clan cat and rip them away from their beloved clan. "The twoleg scent is faint, they haven't been here for a couple hours," He observes, his ears twitching as Owlfeather and Troutsnout both make comments of their own. He agrees with Owlfeather that the fish do belong to RiverClan, but would it be safe to take them back to camp?

With that in mind, he shifts his focus back onto the bucket of fish. He focuses hard on the fishy smell, trying to pinpoint anything that might be.... unusual in that fishy smell. If this is a trap, it could very much be the fish. If they are poisoned, numerous cats can fall ill if they consume them.... or might even die. His nose twitches, and his fur bristles as an unfamiliar scent clings onto his nostrils— it doesn't smell natural. It almost smells.... sweet? He's never smelled that before on fish he swiped out of the river.

"There's a w-weird smell on the fish," He gasps, his ears flattening to his skull with alarm, "It's h-hard to pick up on.... I didn't smell it at first. We can't bring these back to c-camp." It's most likely poison, He thinks quickly, frowning. Such a waste of fish— no wonder why the twolegs left them out in the open. He gives Snakeblink a silent nod... it's too good to be true, and he takes a step back again. This has to be reported to Lichentail immediately; they can't risk another patrol stumbling upon it and bringing it to camp.​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to kabliahk via insta for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  19 moons
  

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• "I'm here," calls from shuddering reeds as stripe-scored legs stalk towards the growing group of nervous observers. Shellpaw was a dutiful apprentice, eager in her wants to explore the territory and catch up on the gorge of difference suffered between her and her brothers... Lichentail tried to keep up, tried not to spend all her time chewing at her claws hoping for a smoke signal of reassurance. Today that meant leaving camp for once... today that meant drawing towards the river and attempting to teach how the shadows over ripples were a hunter's greatest weakness.
  
  Today... that meant stumbling upon a pile of prey set out to taunt her clan-mates. Wary, as ever, they are not so keen to make off with reckless abandon on the huge bounty and with a small sigh of disappointment, she wishes it were this convenient to secure so much prey all the time. "Shellpaw... can you smell... what Foxtail... is talking about?" Might as well make it a learning experience if all these fish ahve to go to waste...
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[Ospreypaw]

TAGS — Ospreypaw is never far behind Cindersong, and the old molly has seen fit to join Foxtail's patrol today. Their opinion of him wavers; he is ever dutiful and ultimately a good warrior, but his sniveling often gets under their skin. What's there to be afraid of? Why does he chitter like that? It's stuff she doesn't understand, and may never fathom, self-assured as a lion and twice as fierce.

When the commotion erupts, Ospreypaw pushes into the throng of warriors, leaving the company of her fellow apprentices without a second thought to get her own eyes on the prize itself. The bucket of fish seems... completely innocuous. She can't smell anything strange on them, and though this contraption is certainly the doing of twolegs, she can't ignore the sheer amount of fish caught up in it. If they can just take these back to camp, they'd be fed for weeks — maybe even moons! And all her clanmates can see fit to do is yammer about how it's dangerous. Ospreypaw's thin tail lashes with frustration. She meets Foxtail's assessment of the spoiled fish with a challenge: "Are you sure?"

Citrine gaze hooks into Foxtail, then into the rest of the patrol. Even when Lichentail chimes in, she refuses to to back down. "There's so much... we can't just let them go to waste! Can't you tell how many cats they'd feed?" Maybe the sweet scent wasn't even a problem. Maybe the twolegs had just... put honey on them, or something. She looks back to the bucket almost desperately. It's not fair that the twolegs could steal so much of their prey and just leave it. It's valuable, more so when it's already caught — after all, RiverClan is almost entirely kits and apprentices. Couldn't her clanmates just consider it a little more?
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[FOGSHORE]

Pushing past reeds, the chimera makes it to the river bank his head tilted downwards. Hearing a gasp escape Foxtail, he lifts his head up slightly as he hears his fellow chimera say something about fish?

He stops next to Troutsnout, a tufted ear flicks to the side as he listens to the conversation drift around. The feathered feline hums as he lets his mismatched gaze look at the bucket of fish. "A trap? Huh." Fogshore lets out a murmur after hearing Petalnose's statement. He hadn't seen Twolegs around, they were strange creatures with even stranger habits they do. Either way, it is a free meal even if the patrol didn't catch it.

He moves forward, to sniff at the bucket with narrowed eyes as he catches the faint scent of Twoleg. He lifts his head from the bucket, with a scrunched muzzle on the usually blank face he carries. "Well, It's a free meal either way." He shrugs his shoulders, before tilting his head towards Snakeblinks words. It's odd to say the least, that Twolegs willingly left a perfect pile of fish in a bucket. He drowns out the yammers of how dangerous it is. He doesn't put his own input in the matter.

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• ( night swimming.. hm ) ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ FOGSHORE. ╱ riverclan warrior.
  𓇼 non-binary ; HE / HIM, accepts gendered terms ; 34 MOONS & AGES EVERY 16TH.
  𓇼 bisexual / sort of looking / open to crushes & romance
  𓇼 a LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
  𓇼 battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech" ; attacks only
  𓇼 may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓇼 smells like freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
  

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WATCHING YOUR
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Frecklepaw trails after her sibling like a strange, silver-toned duckling - eyes wide as she stays silent. The scent of fish, strangely arranged though they may be, is enough to have her mouth watering and belly rumbling faintly in hunger. The worst part of being an apprentice after all is that you have to hunt to feed the others first before yourself - and Frecklepaw hasn't yet eaten today. Still, petalnose draws them all to a half - a trap, she says. Poisoned comes another voice. Mismatched gaze flickers wildly as she tries to keep up with the conversation, as cats voice agreement and disagreement - though honestly, owlfeather seems to be thinking the same as her. It looks like a fresh kill pie, just waiting to be eaten. Ospreypaw points out the obvious, and frecklepaw even nods this time, quiet as she is - so much prey to fill hungry bellies. And yet, they might leave it behind. " Are you.... are you sure we can't take any? " comes longing voice, but she makes no move to do anything just yet. She doesn't want to get in trouble after all.

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