pafp out of control // team hunting

✧ Marmotbite.

✧ Marmotbite.

11/22/22-10/12/24
Controlled Burn [WC '24] Yellowcough [Sitewide Event '23] WindClan 10K
Nov 22, 2022
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CAUTION TAPE AROUND MY HEART
marmotpaw | 06 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #9ab973
The wind is awful. Marmotpaw has never been more uncomfortable than she is now, with the harsh press of air against her pelt even down here in the tunnels as the gale whips through the wider of the tunnels. Between the force of the gale itself and the fact scents are both near impossible to pick up and to hide, there is not much option for hunting but to resort to this. The girl is only thankful that the moor runner she has been paired with is a familiar face. The heavy sound of frantic pawsteps echoes in her ears alongside the rush of blood as the petite apprentice herds the young rabbit down the pitch-black path, relying only on muscle memory and her trust in herself. It feels like both an eternity and only a heartbeat before light shines up ahead, and with one final nip that just grazes the creatures tail she flushes it up an out the tunnel exit - and right into the waiting paws of the blue-one. The sunlight is blinding despite the grey cover of clouds, and it takes her a moment to be able to see - had their plan been successful?

// @Azaleapaw

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The wind is horrible, whipping her fur every which way and roaring in her ears. It messes with her senses, making hunting harder. It's why she stands at the entrance to this tunnel ready to pounce at the slightest movement.

She will not miss this rabbit.

Moments pass, and she can feel a faint vibration under her feet. The moment was at hand, and she made herself ready. Marmotpaw would be chasing the rabbit out any second now, and she couldn't miss it.

Like a trap being sprung, she lunged for the rabbit the second it burst from the hole. It was over with one quick bite, and she stood with the rabbit hanging limp in her jaws. She looked to the tunnel for Marmotpaw to emerge. They had successfully worked as a team..... It made Azaleapaw feel happy inside.​
 
Cottonpaw cannot hide her momentary fear as she watches her fellow apprentices. Their attempts are nothing short of admirable - the idea alone is one that the grey-furred she-cat will likely pester them about at a later time. Not to mention - it worked! Azaleapaw swiftly dispatches the rabbit chased out by Marmotpaw and thus far, it seems as if everyone is a winner. Simply as it is, however, Cottonpaw cannot ignore the fact that this scenario is far too similar to that of her own. The differences lie, instead, with a hawk missing from the scene, none eager enough to grasp an apprentice in its talons as it was for her weeks prior. For the better, she decides, though the ants crawling into her veins tell her that knowing such is not enough.

She shakes out her pelt when Azaleapaw stands triumphantly with their collaborative catch. Her gaze can't help but turn skyward as she trots closer to the others, and her smile is unmistakably troubled. But she cheers them on regardless, "That was so cool, guys! Great job!!"​
 
CAUTION TAPE AROUND MY HEART
marmotpaw | 06 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #9ab973
Her vision clears just in time to spot the blue furred feline make the killing bite with ease, rabbit held limply in her jaws. Marmotpaw can only blink mismatched eyes, and even as one of sootstars brood emerges from the same tunnel just behind her, she's focused on the steady thump thump thump of her heartbeat, feeling oddly flushed and out of breath. It hadn't even been a hard chase, so why is her pulse racing? "The rabbit never even stood a chance," she preens, words haughty with confdence and face turned into a frown, though the emotion glimmering in her gaze is far from disappointment. The wind buffets her fur again and she digs her claws into the earth to keep balance, tiny frame rocking and wobbling for a moment. "Woulda' been nice if it weren't so windy though,"

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Gorsejaw is not so lucky. He has made a catch, of course — sheer determination and an exhausting burst of speed had assured that — but it came at a cost. As the wind tore his breath from his mouth with every stride, it is clear that the warrior joining them now is limping. Each time a back paw falls, it is accompanied by a soft wince. And the rabbit that hangs in his jaws is not so cleanly caught, or as large. A young rabbit, not yet with the strength or knowledge to evade them. He sucks in a breath around it, but drops it readily once he's closer to the apprentices. "That was a good technique," he praises, though it rasps with breathlessness. His twitchy grin is a little lopsided. His gaze flits about the moorlands and the sky above them as if he expects something to jump out at them. Like Cottonpaw, there are ants in his veins. And they were not restricted to hawks.

"Maybe we could talk about it more in camp? Away from all this wind?" Images of lightning striking down upon their crisp-burnt bones flash through his mind. That, or Cottonpaw being blown away entirely. "We should go before this gets any worse." And before my leg falls apart entirely, he does not say.
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˗ˏˋ《  OOC 05.16.2023 CASUAL  》´ˎ˗
  • ooc: man's got some bad rolls tonight.
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    ──── gorsejaw. moor runner of windclan, approximately 11 moons old. ages on the first of every month.
    ──── sexuality unknown. awkward; not particularly interested in others. longstanding crush on [redacted].
    ──── a lanky, wiry chocolate point tom with low white. though his fur is short, it is dense and coarse to contact and has a bit of length around his scruff and underbelly.
    ──── flighty and twitchy yet enduring and fiercely loyal.
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Azaleapaw wasn't used to praise, this was still something she was getting used to. She felt warmer suddenly. She set the rabbit down and looked at those gathered.

"Well....I had a great partner..." She says.

Was this what it was like for cats who weren't like her? She had to wonder. There were no judgemental looks or comments, it was almost strange. Even one of Sootstars kits was here. She offered everyone a rare genuine smile.

The wind blew her thoughts away and she was forced to focus on reality. She realized the wind was more dangerous for the smaller cats... They could get blown away.....

"Gorsejaw is right, we should get back to camp before this gets worse." She agrees, looking to Marmotpaw.

Something about this tiny cat made her feel funny inside and she wanted to know what that was about.

She didn't miss how the wind made her wobble though. That was more important.

"Would you.... Like to walk with me? I can try to shield you from the wind.." She offers.​
 
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