NATURE'S ALTAR | HUNTING PATROL

ThistleBack

ThistleBack

THE EYES, NEVER LIE.
SkyClan Former Lead Warrior Valentines [SKC '23] SkyClan 1K
Aug 24, 2022
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" no-one strays into the twolegplace. Daylight warrior or otherwise. " he orders, trotting toward the cluster of fences seperating their worlds, where the treeline thins but the squirrels run rampant. " Snowpaw can you climb there and scout ahead " he whips his tail toward a pine ahead and turns his chin toward the rest of his patrol.

A strange smell hangs in the air, but Thistleback carves his sights across the low foliage and finds nothing. " largest kill wins, yeah? … but don’t get competitive and try to take down a deer " he jests and trots low now. Tail leveling with his crouch as he tastes the air.

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OOC INFO REF
  • — prompt in my next post!
    @TALLULAHWING @Snowpaw @abattoirpaw @FIGPAW @WYRM

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    Thirty-three moons EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
    — Lead warrior of Skyclan since 12.22.22
    — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22 | polyamorous
    — Father of Coyotepaw, Pricklepaw, and Eveningpaw.
    — mentoring Snowpaw graduate(s) Quillstrike
    — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
    — voice & accent
    — biography･ﾟ✧​
    OPEN for Dice battles | 🎲 stine#3004
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Thistlesnack here is already talkin' to him and Tallulah like they're a bunch 'f lowlifes. Like they're stupid enough to think there's any live prey that hasn't been run over by a monster within those walls, or even worse, that Wyrm would clock in early! "Aww, but I'm tiiiireed. Tallulah's gonna hafta carry meeee." he whines, suddenly lifting his paws as if to imply discomfort. Not like he basically just showed up only to be jumped with a patrol or anything. In the end, he decided what the hell. It was entertainment he wanted, entertainment he got.

His complaint is gone with the wind once the lead warrior speaks again. His totally real limp is forgotten in favor of surveying the area with tired eyes. The forest certainly had its uniqueness compared to the jumbled streets of twolegplace. More visually stimulating sure, the place next door, but the pines were different. Bad different some days, or even horribly different! Of course, why would he come here on a horribly different day? He's cool with it, for now. Wyrm whistles, low. "Competition, eh?" Holy shit he can't hunt. His pelt prickles uncomfortably beneath his collar, leather chaffing skin. "Please, ya'know they call me worm-o-two-deer? You're asking for a lot from me, here." He scoffs.​
 
Abattoir has never had a need to hunt for food. His twoleg always gave him stuff from this big cold box — whatever they called them — and it was always... red? It was really good, too! Very fatty and meaty - oh... maybe it was meat? I don't know! Always overheard something something 'protein'. Or whatever it was that twolegs spoke about. But at the mention of "competition", he giggles. "Aww, don't worry! We're not gonna do anything like that!" The little apprentice lies through his teeth, keeping a smile on his face as he wobbles to-and-fro with Thistle's low pace. There are many scents around them, most of which he couldn't really make out — but Thistle and the other cool warriors were good at this stuff, right? No worries for him! Just... his ego might get bruised.
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ooc information


  • ✰ ABATTOIRPAW ⟶ HALFHEART
    —— amab, uses he / him pronouns. 6 moons old. apprentice of skyclan.
    —— an amiable, but strange young boy who ventures to find what it means to truly be alive.
    —— @ on discord for plots!

    abby is a plain, pitch black short-fur feline with deep copper eyes. he has an average build, slightly leaning on the underweight side, and a semi-fluffy tail. the only thing slightly remarkable about him is the faded scar on the right side of his face, just circling his eye; there are three long marks, each a light pink as a reminder of a past he'd sooner forget. abby's gaze is mostly blank, holding it for long periods of time at seemingly nothing; however, there is always a smile present on his lips, and a face that beams sheer innocence even in dark times.

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”Oh wow-“ Figpaw gasps in sudden observation, ”Orangeblossom really did stuff this patrol with a lot of daylight warriors!” It was of course said with no complaint, her mentor Tallulahwing was a daylight warrior and was amongst Figpaw’s favorite company! Doesn’t mean its not fun to give a light-hearted tease.

Mild jealousy swells when her brother is called to climb a nearby pine, she still yearns to return to the world in the sky. Still, she reminds herself she’s just as useful on the forest floor; like her mentor said, she’s going to be a damn good warrior of SkyClan regardless. Hopping forward with the rest of her patrol the idea of competition gets her excited, pink nose begins to twitch as she sniffs at the floor. ​
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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 11 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes. Mangled right hind leg.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ Pansexual . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.
 

"Alright." It was a curt reply, he wasn't exactly interested in this contest at all but he wasn't going to disobey a direct order and any chance to climb was a chance he would happily take. Being up in the air made him feel all the more comfortable with things, rising above the earth and its problems. If he could stay in a tree his entire life he would, but sadly that wasn't how life worked. Snowpaw strolled forward, a spring launched him onto the tree and he set to scaling it with the ease of a practiced climber, faintly remembering the days he would scratch and claw clumsily to get up when now he felt more squirrel than cat at times. His dappled from clambered onto a higher branch, tail winding in a curl beneath him as he stood to peer around the area. No two-leg place, but towards the forest he could just make out the small dark shapes of a flock of birds settling onto the clearing ahead, their bouncing and jittery movements unmistakeable even at this distance.
"Lot of sparrow ahead." His voice rings down, calm but forcefully witheld to not scream and startle the possible prey.

[Ooc]
-I didn't get hecking pinged for this aaaaaaa
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Thistleback’s watch for any slips in Snowpaw’s claws on the bark, a natural scrutiny to his glances. Meanwhile a voice whines from Wyrm, pawsteps uneven with his display of the dramatics. The black and white cat feels his neck crackle as he whips his chin over his shoulder to observe the speaker and his choppy gate indicating discomfort.

Thistleback’s eyes don’t roll, but it’s with disappointment he looks plainly toward the daylight warrior. " wyrm " is all he mutters, a halfhearted call for silence. Thistleback wasn’t so easily agitated, nor was he lacking a sense of humor however- when someone said they were tired, the painful pulse in his shoulders made him have to choke down the urge to just throat-kick anyone who said they were.

Figpaw comments on the amount of daylight warriors, and sparrow ahead is reported from his apprentice from above.

Thistleback tenses as he sees a long shadow cut across the bark ahead several tail-lengths. A furless arm wielding a long stick, it pokes the ground as its long clothed legs pull it forward, on its back a large vibrant orange pelt. He hadn’t seen one in nearly a moon or two, so it’s naturally an alarming sight. Especially as it settles down on a log, and drops the large orange sack to the forest floor. No, this thing couldn’t possibly linger in their territory like this. Thistleback growls low to himself.

He crouches down, " stay. up. " he whispers a hiss to Snowpaw. Turning toward Tallulahwing, " should we distract it? " he readies himself to have to fight it. His only memories of them were if not in passing, then a swift kick to the ribs, and a pellet shot through his ear from one of their dark magic boom-sticks.

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OOC INFO REF
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    Thirty-three moons EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
    — Lead warrior of Skyclan since 12.22.22
    — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22 | polyamorous
    — Father of Coyotepaw, Pricklepaw, and Eveningpaw.
    — mentoring Snowpaw graduate(s) Quillstrike
    — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
    — voice & accent
    — biography･ﾟ✧​
    OPEN for Dice battles | 🎲 stine#3004
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Sparrows? Figpaw assumes they are likely in the trees, now that she is floor bound flying critters were some of the most difficult catches for the girl. Still, she had caught one on her very first outing back on her paws… surely she could do it again with more experience under her pelt?

The girl is about to stalk forward without order- but thats when she sees it. A twoleg wearing blazing orange, in its odd paws a large unusual stick. Her pelt bristles across her entire body, what was a twoleg doing all the way out here?! Why did it wear such blinding colors?! She’s never witnessed such a shocking orange, perhaps she’d admire it if not for the fright the creature wearing it gave her.

Then a crack splits the air, a noise that was deafening that whirled nearly right past her. ”We have to run!” She panics, and while the rest of them could take cover in the trees she could not. She runs and hides under the branches of a shrub hoping to conceal herself from the threat.​
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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 11 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes. Mangled right hind leg.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, distrusting, resentful
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy
╰ ‣ cats of windclan blood or those she deems morally inferior will be met with her ire

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ Pansexual . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Crushing on Fanta
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ good fighter . excellent hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.
 
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