OLD TOWN ROAD — horseplace patrol

[HARE]

Sootstar had ordered him to lead a patrol to the horseplace in order to scout out the reason for the hoofed creatures' escape... Hare couldn't say that he's thrilled to be on the front lines, or to be leading anything, but an order from Sootstar is one that he fears to go against... It makes sense, he reckoned. He did grow up on that there farm. But he still thinks someone else would've been a better fit, like that Weasel guy. Sootstar seemed to have a hankerin' for 'em, so he wonders why she didn't choose him instead.

Maybe this was some kinda test?

Chewing on a piece of grass, Hare motions for the patrol to stop once the barn is in view. "Now, them there horses have a mighty strong kick; Ah wouldn't recommend tryin' to approach none if y'all see any." He'd kept his distance from them his entire life, fearful of their strange hooves that could flatten a cat in seconds. "'Nd remember, we're just here tah find what's been lettin' 'em run loose, y'all hear? Ah don't wanna stir up any trouble..." Once he sees that the patrol is in agreement, he would begin to sidle closer to the horseplace.

[ this thread is open to any windclanners who're at least 8 moons old! the fence has been kicked down a little ways away from the barn; anyone can have their character discover it! ]​

 

[Duskfire]

I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS​

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Dusk had really hoped that the horses would be collected shortly after the cats had stumbled across them, but apparently the humans weren't as careful with their things as he'd first thought. He supposed he should have thought about that considering they let their cats and dogs do whatever they pleased out in twoleg place, but for as long as the copper-gold tomcat had been on the moors the horses had been kept behind the fence. Why, all of a sudden, had the humans started letting them out?

It was this general sense of curiosity along with his desire to impress Sootstar that had sent the tall male padding after Hare. He had been with the clan for a few weeks now and he seemed to sense his time as being 'less' than a Windclan Warrior was coming to an end, and he wanted to hurry it along however he could. "You use to live here, right Hare? Are there any dogs we should keep an eye out for?" he asked, unable to properly smell the place with the trong scent of horse in the air. The last thing he wanted was some mutt running up on them unexpectedly.
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windclan warrior - male - 17 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - tall, strong bengal tomcat

 

[Hunts Pheasants]

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The horses as they were called were strange beasts indeed. They had a single hoof on each foot-- as opposed to the two that any other hooved animal Hunts Pheasants knows have. They leave distinct tracks in their wake in the shape of an exaggerated crescent and seemed to never stray too far from one another. As Hunts Pheasants has gathered, they belonged to the twolegs at some point. Now they run free-- and Hunts Pheasants isn't certain that she opposes their presence enough to see them once again trapped.

Hunts Pheasants pads besides Dusk, alternating between looking skyward and then out towards the horizon.

“You wont be seeing any trouble from me,” Hunts Pheasants replies to Hare. Her response is distracted, too busy taking in the sights of strange machinery and the scents of unfamiliar birds. Perhaps this place would offer good hunting..?

“I see a twoleg,” Hunts Pheasants warns, “I'iwidi, out in the field,” She points with her nose.

The twoleg is still; stiller than she has seen anything stand, and both her bad eye and distance have blurred it. But Hunts Pheasants knows its shape well enough, standing sentinel in its unnatural rows of plants, arms outstretched as if it is a bird about to take flight. It is likely too far out to see the patrol, but Hunts Pheasants lowers herself as she nears the barn just in case.
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[GRACKLEDIVE]

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Joining up with them is easy, like breathing. Welcomed into their home he just seeks to get to know them and do his part for this Windclan. They carve a path through these moors and he likes to think that he has at least a good handle of the lands himself. The horseplay though is one he merely walks around. He has never found himself wanting to be near them and sometimes he watches the strange creatures in the fenced off plains. Munching on grass and making their strange noises. His tail is low, sweeping against the ground as he finds himself walking along beside Hunts, gaze pensive as he thinks on just what could have let those gigantic beasts out of their holdings. But he is pulled from that train of thought to look at what she is referring to. A thing that stands tall, arms outstretched and he tries to contain his laughter. It bubbles behind his lips and he glances at the other before shaking his head. "I don't think tha–," His words cut off as they get closer.

Eyes narrowing he winds his way along the fence and presses against some badly aged wood. It seems to have collapsed a bit here but is still holding. Though he doubts that this is where they came from. It's still standing and he glances back to the others with a light curious look on his face. "You guys think that maybe this is broken somewhere else? If it fell then they surely got out around here somewhere."
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