private ONE MORE NIGHT ☽｡⋆ carrionplace hunting patrol

[SALAMANDERSNAP]

Waiting just before the entrance to camp, Salamandersnap would wait patiently for her patrol to gather. It was always nice to work with a new group of cats, although this time around half of her patrol was composed of cats that utterly annoyed her. Exhaling as the sound of approaching pawsteps alerts her to the gathering patrol, and she finds herself looking them over quickly as if giving them an inspection. "Everyone ready to go?" She waits for confirmation before turning to lead the way, beckoning with her tail for them to follow. "The sooner we can leave the carrionplace the better."

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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  @Wormwatcher @shalestorm @FERNDANCE
  A dog has been set lose in the Carrionplace! It bears a sturdy collar around its neck, showing that it belongs to Twolegs. Do you dare to try and scavenge while it sniffs around, or do you turn tail and run? Getting hurt is OPTIONAL! Don't fret. <3
  
  we can get a couple of posts in for hunting before the dog shows up!​

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 24 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[FERNDANCE]

"Oh I don't know... it isn't so bad," Ferndance mewed quietly, coming up to Salamandersnap's side with a curious smile and tail twitching as if she was revving up to run. She couldn't help the way her paws buzzed in excitement, the way she wanted to stick her nose into every new smell and poke around every new sight until she found something new for her already bulging nest. Alas, Mirestar had not sent them on a recreational visit that day; the clan needed food or fun, something good to distract them from all the bad, something that offered more normality than what the she-cat's humour and subtle attempts at hope could do. "The last time I went hunting here, Hemlocknose found some mouldy kittens..." By some miracle, they'd all survived. "Maybe we'll find some more... I could do with a new apprentice."

Before a proper conversation could start, the warrior moved away, disappearing amidst a maze of litter. She observed a rat dart between piles of trash and, like a fox, Ferndance jumped and dived head-first after it. Unfortunately for the cinnamon tabby though, she was no fox. After several more moments of rummaging, the rodent fled its compromised hiding spot and Ferndance reappeared, half-covered in rotten food and plastic wrappers.

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[shalestorm]

Carrionplace, admittedly, was not among Shalestorm's favorite places to be. Shocking, yes, typically she's in love with every part of the territory and every blade of grass, but this place? Eh... she's seen better. There was one time, when she was younger, that Shalestorm had taken a little tiiinnnyyyy maybe not permission granted for excursion beyond clan territory and into loner lands. She didn't come across many other cats there, but the sights had been real pretty.

Here, though? Shalestorm would make some improvements to say the very least.

"Moldy kittens here again would be quite the shock!" She says with a lighthearted grin. "Hopefully not. We wouldn't want to set an unfortunate precedent of a kit-dumping ground here," although her tone is light, the topic is not - the subtle irony of which is not lost on the young warrior. Still, they aren't here to gossip, as fun as that might be, they were here to hunt! Ferndance dashes away after some rodent. Shale, for her part, wanders a different direction, rounded ears pricked and mouth open to scent the air.

Carrionplace is great for rats, mice and crows, all of which Shalestorm can scent faintly, but the most prominent smell among them is mouse. Bending low to the ground, the warrior crouches low to the ground, creeping silently behind the rodent as it rustles around in leaf litter and two-leg garbage. There's a pause, where Shalestorm waits just a hair longer, and then pounce! She comes out of it with a hefty brown mouse locked in her jaws.

if I held your hand // would that be okay?

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  #e36f90
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  (img) Shalestorm * she/her* 26 moons
  blue point/blue chimera w/ low white; blue eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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