MOUNTAIN DEW KICKSTART ✧ . hunting patrol

[GREENEYES]

✧ . Despite the confusion that presided before the patrols’ assignments, Greeneyes finds himself relieved that it’s not the twolegplace’s border that he helms a trek to. He’s tasked to lead a jaunt around the clan’s territory instead, a mission to catch food, rather than to mark lines once littered in silvered traps.

And with prey more active in imminently shifting seasons, the lead warrior doesn’t mind this task one bit. His first led with a new apprentice in tow, the ginger tabby believes it to be a much better starting line for Fluffypaw than a border patrol too — something closer to camp to acclimate his kin to the duties she’ll be partaking in from now on. Malachite eyes shift to look the tortoiseshell beside him, checking to make sure she’s still close by as his stride slows to a stop, his maw parting. Prey scent is abundant here; this should be a good place to start.

“ We’ll split off here, “ Greeneyes tells the rest of his patrol with a nod of his head before returning his attention to Fluffypaw, a soft smile adorned. “ Okay, cariño — just like we’ve been practicing. What can you smell? “ ​

✦ ABOUT

• // APPRENTICE TAG: @FLUFFYPAW
  
  OPTIONAL PROMPT: The patrol sees a black squirrel! Is it too weird to be hunted, or will it become someone's special dinner?
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  GREENEYES ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Lead Warrior of SkyClan.
  ✧ . A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  ✧ . Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  ✧ . Mentored by Sheepcurl ; Mentor to Fluffypaw, formerly Falcongaze
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[FLUFFYPAW]

This is Fluffypaw's very first patrol. Her steps are wobbly as she follows close by Greeneyes, her ears swiveling at every snap of pine needles underpaw, every darting shadow she catches on the forest floor. It's daytime, far less scary than it had been when she'd left camp with her siblings, and she forces the fur to lie flat on her shoulders. Even if they did run into an adder out here, Greeneyes is a lead warrior, fierce and protective over his kin and Clan. He could scare it away, like Butterflytuft had.

Like she'd done with Figfeather on her tour of the territory, Fluffypaw parts her jaws and inhales. The forest flourishes with birdsong, with new life, and she can taste something familiar and tantalizing on the surface of her tongue. She turns to Greeneyes with some hesitation, mewing, "I think... I think I can smell squirrel? Is that right?" The small tortoiseshell dips her head, embarrassed in advance.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
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• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 6 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.
  
  

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[falcongaze]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- It was a funny thing, to see a new cat where he had once walked. Sharp eyes scanned Fluffypaw and Greeneyes- no, he would not hover close. His former mentor had a job to do, just like that of Falcongaze. He knew in the back of his head he'd be interrupting if he stayed too close. A soft sigh left his lips, and he turned to a nearby tree, silently scaling it in familiar motions.

Fluffypaw's call causes him to twitch his ears. Blue eyes shift and swing, noting the same scent. Vision pinned to the squirrel as it descended the tree, blinking in slight surprise. He leaned over on the branch he stood on, looking down through foliage at the curiously dark-pelted squirrel in it's oblivious state. It was black, not just dark. He realized this as sun finally touched the pelt and revealed the color in full.

Vision dropped to Greeneyes and Fluffypaw- she scented it, she gets to hunt it, if she chose.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ILL SEE YOU WHEN ⋅❁⋅ THE WRATH COMES AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• FALCONPAW 🌧 he/him, apprentice of skyclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after lupinepaw / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ 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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[TWITCHBOLT]

He'd not missed the muddling-up Cherryblossom had managed, but Twitchbolt was more than willing to cut her some slack, despite his... other reservations about her appointment as SkyClan's deputy. For now, though, he was set to look past it. There were duties to be done, prey to be caught... and that, he could manage. He was content at least to be patrolling with Greeneyes- and it was nice to be able to watch some of Fluffypaw's training, too.

Withdrawn, Twitchbolt had said very little on the way over- now, still in silence, his attention was captured by the silken scent of a nearby squirrel, gossamer but tangible. When Fluffypaw pointed out the prey, a half-hearted but sincere smile wobbled across his lips- briefly, amber-stuck eyes flicked up to glance at Greeneyes. "Well done, Fluffypaw," he murmured softly, keeping his voice quiet- though it did not take long for his attention to follow Falcongaze's. The squirrel in question was dark-pelted, unlike anything he'd ever seen before- uneasiness began to set into his skin. Was- was something wrong with it? Cursed? Diseased...? Or... or maybe just rare....

Wariness writhed within him, but this was Fluffypaw's hunt, should she want it- he kept up a tranquil face, best he could. ​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[DUSKPOOL]

don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

An odd feeling had risen, watchin’ Greeneyes and Fluffypaw, the older warrior shifted quietly, helm tipping back and softly tilting to catch the dotted rays of sunlight. With a languid blink of molten pupils, black irises slitted, Duskpool veered away from the patrol, not before offering Fluffypaw an encouraging quirk of his lips beneath torn flesh.

Without uttering a word, the bulky warrior plunged forward, undergrowth snagging at wooly locks, tugging relentlessly till he broke through, catching a mouse skittering beneath a root, teeth lightning quick, nipping at its neck and delivering a painless death. The warrior hummed, scooping up the warm body. A mangled ear flicked, weighing his options, he settled on headin’ further out, burying the mouse beneath a pile of fallen undergrowth and dirt, shielding its fresh scent and bitter ichor to carry on hunting. ​

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thought speech​