pafp MUTTON BUSTING | sheep hunting

[Goldenstrike]

i'm no good man, you won't forget◎—————————————————
Goldenpaw held a quiet pride to himself, well he would call it quiet. No one else would however. The boy reeked of undeserved confidence, fake in nature and yet still so obnoxious. At some point you would think the scar on his chin from a failed hunt would remind him to keep his mouth shut. Yet today the wiry, big-nosed apprentice made the choice to announce to the other apprentices that he was going to go and kill a sheep from the horseplace, and then there would be a feast. Now, this was something he understood would not really be possible, though he understood that at the back of his mind. He wasn't really on planning to go and kill a sheep, but then a couple of the other apprentices called his bluff. They said sheep are too big to be killed. Goldenpaw of course protested this. The fiery eyed tom then had only one choice, he asked his mentor if he and some other apprentices could go hunting on the moors together, they said yes. So he told the neigh sayers to do the same and soon he and a small group of apprentices moving over the moors.

Goldenpaw stood at the fence. The group had moved past the horses and now found themselves staring down a group of walking clouds. They smelled bad, they also happened to be a clustered together, it was hard to see which were the weakest. To try and get a better view Goldenpaw scrambled onto one of the posts that made up the fence. Up there he could see one that stood out, it had thick brown horns curling down it's head. A puzzled expression fell onto his face as he tried to figure out what was wrong with it. Maybe it was deformed or something? It also was on it's own instead of being with the herd. Probably the weakest target "Alright, I'm going to get that one with the stupid things on it's head." he pointed a claw at it and then launched off the fence post.

If the cats watching him said anything about the fact that this sheep appeared larger than the rest, and well happened to be a ram, he didn't hear it as the blood pumped through his ears deafeningly. He wasn't scared though, his heart usually beat this fast, and his legs definitely weren't shaking as he dropped into a hunting crouch. The grass in the pen was short and offered no cover so he wasn't really doing much besides delaying his attack. "Starclan this thing keeps getting bigger" he thought as he got closer and closer to the curly "prey". Maybe he couldn't kill this thing... but no, he was in too deep now. He wouldn't chicken out.

Now he stood tail lengths away from the sheep, it did not care. It must be stupid too, this boosted Golden's confidence ever so slightly as he finally stopped creeping forward. Showtime, his haunches compressed with energy and his claws dug into the dirt in eager readiness. One breath out, one breath in, and then he exploded. Like a hawk he flew through the air, aiming to land on the hind leg of the sheep, and he hit it. Thumping into the rump of the things his claws caught like velcro. Which turns out is not a great thing when the ram starts hopping around. In an instant Goldenpaw is being taken for a ride as the ram starts bucking and rearing around the pen. Goldenpaw's teeth are clenched harder than they've ever been as he prays his claws don't rip out and leave him flying. Now the rest of the herd was starting to panic, wondering what possible demon had possessed their ram.

Now for the rest of the world all this had happened in about thirty seconds, for Goldenpaw though he had been holding on for thirty moons. After thirty moons paws get tired of being flexed and start to weaken. The ram tussled and leapt through the air and with it Goldenpaw was thrown to the grass. His wind was knocked out of his lungs as he bumped against the dust. While he wanted to just sit and catch his breath the ram was not going to allow that to happen. Soon black hoofs flashed across his pupils and the flaring nostrils of the ram blew warm air into his face. His feet fumbled to find traction as he tried to weasel away. The ram kicked up dirt as it readied to charge and just in time Goldenpaw gripped the dirt and flung his body up like a ragdoll.

Now the ram is chasing Goldenpaw and the hunt could probably be considered a failure. While Goldenpaw is not enjoying it, there is no denying it's comedic value. As the lilac tom barely makes it underneath the fence, a mighty crack from the ram's large head smashing into the board Golden slipped under rings into the air. Safe at last, but only from the ram, there was no saving him from the ribbing that was about to occur from his audience. The ram snorted one last time to establish himself and then turned to return to his herd, and with that Goldenpaw could try and gasp for some air.

// @EAGLEPAW.
rude words i said, i'm still a mess◎————————◎penned by WriteAboutRadish
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[EAGLEPAW.]

WHEN A HEARTBREAK, NO IT DON'T BREAKEVEN​

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ah it was certainly safe to say that they were a bit worried about this. they weren't saying this to be mean, of course not, but goldenpaw had proven to be not that good of a hunter. they didn't mind. they'd gladly hunt for the other apprentice whenever needed. they climbed up the fence with the tom, head tilting slightly as they watched him. he said he was going to get the one with the stupid things upon his head which made them turn their gaze to it. oh... stars. this was a very bad idea.

and they were right about that. they watched in horror, gaze darting back and forth and they were frozen. they didn't know what to do! when the threat was gone, they hopped off the fence, running to the other with a quickness. skidding to a halt, they looked over the tom cat, gently sniffing in his pelt and checking for any wounds.

"goldenpaw are you okay? let me see, okay? just l-let me look!"

they insisted, before they just huffed out a sigh of relief. it didn't seem like he was hurt that bad... except maybe some aches from the toss and his pride. they pressed their forehead to his for a moment before stepping back. they knew how goldenpaw felt about such things but they couldn't help it. they worried about the angry tom.
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[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── As a kit, Sunflowerpaw had impressed Wolfsong with their quiet intelligence. Though they spoke little, it was clear to him that they saw much— and so he was thrilled the day Sootstar announced he was to teach them. Such a bright mind had the potential for a willful student, certainly, but he has only ever enjoyed his time as their mentor. There have been hiccups, of course, though none with deeply dangerous potential for a complete end to their future. The ground-jaws were a hurdle that they have made progress in overcoming.

He is not certain that a trampling below the stone-paws of a ram would bear similar results. While Wolfsong believes some lessons are best learned painfully, this one had the potential to teach nothing but death. Had he discovered the apprentices earlier, he would have quickly put a stop to Goldenpaw's antics.

What intelligence his sibling possesses seems to have skipped him over. His stare is distinctly unimpressed, and the warrior does not rush to his side as Eaglepaw does. Instead, he approaches slowly, each step measured. If any argument is made for the inheritance of wit, this incident need be my only counterpoint.

"I will not ask what convinced you of this plan's potential," he begins, and it is a cold amusement that coils in his voice. "It is one thing to be brave— it is another to be foolish. Had we found you flattened, how can I be certain there would not have been mouse turds in place of your brain?"​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN ROGUE TURNED LEAD WARRIOR (MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING). 35 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC PARENTS. BIO, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[Mouseflight]

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ | Sheep was something that Mousepaw had always wanted to try, even if it was just to say that it was possible to take one down, but he knew that it was likely that he'd never be able to do it, not in this lifetime, so when Goldenpaw had proudly boasted about being able to take one down? He had to go to see, even just to prove the other wrong. He knew things could go south, but surely the other apprentice wasn't dumb enough to actually go in there and try, right? Turns out Mousepaw was wrong. For a second, he thought that maybe, just maybe the other could hunt a sheep, and things went south and eventually the ram had slammed into the fence, Goldenpaw was on the other side of it, Eaglepaw was rushing to check to make sure the other wasn't completely maimed, and Wolfsong was there.

Mousepaw looked over towards Wolfsong as he spoke, stifling a small laugh at the last remark. "Is our feast going to be dirt then, Goldenpaw?" the tom would ask, head looking down as he looked at the grass and dirt beneath him. "Seems like the dirt here is going to be the closest thing to a sheep you could get." Not like he could do any better when it came to the large hooved animals.​

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[RATTLEHEART]

"Well Wolfsong, I guess we all must be mouse-brains. This whole time we could have been hunting sheep?"

There was an undeniable air of amusement to Rattleheart's voice as he approached, drawn over by the sound of frantic stomping followed by the crash of horns against board. His original intent in leaving camp had been to get some hunting of his own done, but he could leave that for later for now. His gaze lingered on the slowly relaxing herd of sheep, a crooked smirk on his muzzle as he settled beside Wolfsong. The lead warrior was far more annoyed than Rattleheart was, but one couldn't exactly blame him. After all, if Goldenpaw hadn't been fast enough to get back over the fencing... they very well could've been down an apprentice. An unpleasant idea to begin with, but especially obnoxious when Windclan was in need of all the future warriors they could get. Plus, what a stupid way to die, not that he would ever say that directly to Goldenpaw's face. As tempting as that was, the tunneler was fairly sure he'd already been taught enough of a lesson just by doing that in front of a crowd of his peers.

Seeing as Eaglepaw had already looked the apprentice over to make sure he hadn't seriously hurt himself, Rattleheart wasn't nearly as panicked as he would have been otherwise. Instead he just sighed, gesturing past the fence and back towards the sheep with a paw. "There's a reason why the mice at the barn are the ideal prey there, and not them. You're lucky you didn't get trampled into the dirt." He added on, head craning around to look back towards the main Windclan camp, "And if you hadn't joined Starclan as a result, I'm sure Vulturemask would've been more than happy to claw your ears off for being so reckless and wasting resources." He wasn't sure if Vulturemask or Wolfsong would've been worse for the apprentice to deal with, going off the icy amusement dripping off of each of the golden tom's words.

At the very least, Rattleheart's words do soften at the end, losing their scolding edge and giving way to pure mirth. "At least it seems like you gave the rest of the apprentices a good show - least you could do, really." Hopefully Goldenpaw would end up learning something from this whole encounter, after returning to camp with his tail between his legs.
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[boarpaw]

for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone — "ehhh." as dumb as some cats could be, he didn't think he'd be dumb enough to try and take on something two or three times his size. however, it was perfect when others were that dumb, because it gave everyone else entertainment along the way. but rattle's claim that they'd all been that dumb when they were younger? that just simply wasn't true, as much as rattle's poor little brain may want to think that, the thought that boarpaw would ever be that dumb only made him snort. "no, that wasn't very smart on any level."

his attention turned to goldenpaw, however, a scowl printing across his maw. poor guy, even if he wasn't very smart. "are you ok?"
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[Goldenstrike]

i'm no good man, you won't forget◎—————————————————
His wheezing on the ground was destroying his pride by the second, and yet, every other cat still seemed to hit him while he was down. First the ever doting Eaglepaw thought they'd be needed. Cooing over him like a sick kit, he was just getting his air back when they butted his head "Back off Eaglepaw, I am fine." he had tried to snarl it out like a command, but it came out instead weak and the opposite of commanding instead. After his "check-up" he lifted himself so that he was at least sitting on his haunches instead of spooning the dirt. He looked back into the pen and spotted the flaring nostrils of the ram, it still looked stupid, but now it was scary and stupid.

Now Wolfsong made his way into the group, now he wasn't just a fool in front of peers but those that they are supposed to impress. If it weren't for the lilac fur on his face one would see Goldenpaw's face turning hot and red with embarrassment and frustration. Wolfsong's drawn-out way of insulting him was certainly unfavorable, and there were really no words to match his that Golden could think of, so instead he only stared into the blue eye that were boring down on him. While Goldenpaw didn't have words for Wolfsong, he sure did have some for Mousepaw. The stifled laughs caught his ears and he whipped around to face the jokester. "Is our feast going to be dirt then, Goldenpaw?" the words made his blood boil, and he was lucky it did, because for him it was either boiling blood or flooding tears. "Shut your trap, Mousepaw!" he snapped into the face of the patchy apprentice, "Or I'll shut it for you." He exhaled the last words, his muscles already craving the relief of action, but before he would take any strike at Mousepaw, Rattleheart appeared too. Good! Starclan must have told every single cat about his stupidity.

Rattleheart at least didn't say he had mice crap for brains... which was an improvement. He turned away from Mousepaw and looked at the warrior instead, and a guilty look crossed him as he was reminded of his brother. Wolfsong and Rattleheart having to drag back his body would destroy Vulturemask, and then they would have to say he got squished by a sheep. Maybe a brag wasn't worth life or death. His own mortality wasn't often in his thoughts, shocker, but this thought hit him like cold water. Boarpaw's commented didn't hit the lilac ears as he debated what kind of lecturing Vulturemask still might give him for being so reckless. But, the pity in his voice Boarpaw then asked if he was okay, did hit his ears "I'm fine, whatever." he wasn't stupid... he just... was stupid "And stop the pity party you two." he hissed at Eaglepaw and Boarpaw, he was an idiot, not charity case.
rude words i said, i'm still a mess◎————————◎penned by WriteAboutRadish
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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — Snakepaw likes to consider himself above his peers in terms of well... everything. Intelligence, wit, skill, even looks. Instead of doubting himself because of his inherent lack of muscle or physical strength, Snakepaw instead liked to claim that he was more of a quick-hit fighter, a swift opponent. Brute strength wasn't everything, Snakepaw had been taught, which allowed him to feel confident enough in other areas. Thus, Snakepaw was still as arrogant as ever.

Goldenpaw's plan to slay a sheep with his own bare claws was indeed pretty laughable, but Snakepaw figured that getting out of camp for a bit and watching this tomfoolery unfurl wouldn't be such a bad way to spend his time. So, the midnight black apprentice looked on with the other members of the group, as Goldenpaw made a valiant attempt at securing his "catch" yet failed miserably. A wild goose chase ensued beyond the fence, causing Snakepaw to burst out laughing so hard that his sides began to ache.

The chase finally came to an end, with Goldenpaw squeezing through the fence like a pathetic weasel slipping into a narrow hole in order to escape a predator. Others didn't seem as amused at the failure, which Snakepaw wonders why. It was hilarious! "Aha ha ha ha! A good show it was." Snakepaw laughs aloud. "It's been a while since I've had such a good laugh, so thanks for your stupidity, Goldenpaw. Oh- I'm sorry, would you rather me call it bravery?" Another snicker escapes through a toothy grin. The fact that Goldenpaw was trying to defend himself was even funnier. Even if the younger apprentice tried to come for him, surely the warriors wouldn't let it happen. If not, then Snakepaw would be glad to humble the harebrain even more.​