pafp OWL HUNT ╱ TELL ME HOW TO FEEL ´ˎ˗

[SUNNVAR]

The owl that nests off towards the edge of WindClan's territory must be a terribly young thing. He does not know when these birds of prey begin to hatch, or learn to fly, but he knows that they are foolish to roost so near to a colony of cats. It sees their kits and thinks of easy prey. On silent wings they swoop upon those that are unsuspecting. The threat loomed ever closer the rounder Wolfsong has become. It is a multifaceted desire that leads him towards its roost now. On sure paws, he thinks only of his successes. The safety this will bring to their camp; how fine a feast this would prove for Wolfsong and Sootstar both, for at his shoulder follows another lead warrior, with eyes as keen and claws as sharp as his own. Weaselclaw would prove a capable partner in this hunt, and so too would he take his share of the spoils.

Their apprentices follow, Adderpaw's growing strength a harsh comparison to Hollypaw's younger form. Though he cannot judge the latter's training, he knows that Weaselclaw would not fail any apprentice of his. Perhaps they would prove themselves as capable as a warrior must be. As the time comes ever closer, he knows this too he will judge Adderpaw for– are you as capable as I hope? He glances over his shoulder just briefly to catch upon the tabby's expression. Is he hopeful? Earnest? As implacably prepared as ever?

Sunstride does not have long to linger upon such things. He flicks his tail in a warning to stop and sinks slowly to his belly. "It is too early for its hunt to begin. Be wary; it should still be in its roost." A serious gaze turns upon his own apprentice, glancing only briefly to Hollypaw. He will not step in on his companion's teachings, yet speaks to them both regardless. "Its talons are deadlier than any cat's, and its beak can rend flesh from bone, should you get too close. They are silent fliers– be careful that it does not come upon us from behind or above. Are you ready?"

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• ooc: please wait for @WEASELCLAW @Adderpaw and @HOLLYPAW. !!

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[HOLLYPAW---]

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hollypaw didn't know if she had ever seen an owl before. heard of them in queens tales meant to keep children at bay, but never had she gazed upon one. she knew they enjoyed some of the same prey as the windclan cats, that they rivaled even the hawks that circled camp every so often. perhaps that was why this one needed to be exterminated, although so far from camp she couldn't imagine it harming any kittens.

she trails alongside weaselclaw, halting at the flash of sunstride's white tipped tail. too early for his hunt, the spotted warrior said, but how could they all be sure of it? what if the owl had changed it's mind, decided to go out early. maybe she would have asked if not for the serious density of the air, instead hollypaw just nodded.

were they ready? she looked to her mentor briefly before giving a small nod. sunstride said it was still up in it's roost, were they meant to go and get it there? she blinked in thought, but decided to just wait and see. even compared to the other apprentice in the group she was blatantly the most inexperienced, it would be best to let them lead the way until she had a firmer grasp on the situation.
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[WEASELCLAW]

Sunstride’s mate has a peculiar taste sometimes—for fish, for the innermeat of prey, and for the ripe, tender flesh of one of their kind’s most fearsome predators. Weaselclaw wonders if mountain living lent itself to these cravings, or if it’s the kits inside Wolfsong’s belly that demanded the flesh of a bird of prey, but the tabby has to admit he’d love to bring such a prize home to Sootstar. She’d caught her own owl once, long ago, before the Clans had split into five… or so she’d told him.

He gives his fellow lead warrior a curt nod. Adderpaw trails behind the broad, golden tomcat, and his newest shadow is nearby, her green eyes bright with quiet intelligence. She listens to Sunstride’s instruction. He feels a surge of pride—and when his gaze flicks to his son, it grows stronger, brighter. Adderpaw is nearly a warrior himself now, his pale tabby pelt rippling with muscle. It will not be long before his kits receive their warrior names.

“It flies by night,” he murmurs to the apprentices. “It will leave its roost once the moon is rising, and then we will strike. Sunstride has the right of it. An owl is a dangerous foe, as fierce as a hawk but more clever.”

✧ INFO.

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  — weasel . weaselclaw
  — he/him ; lead warrior of windclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Sootstar
  — short-haired chocolate tabby with white and blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Oliver

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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

An owl. The young tabby mulled over the thought of tackling such a predator since his mentor brought it up. He remembered the fierceness of the hawk that dared to fly off with his littermate. But an owl? They were supposedly more dangerous. He has only heard stories about such a formidable avian. Adderpaw locks his jaw, expression tight whilst trailing behind Sunstride. How would they hunt something that moved in such silence? Amber eyes toss a brief glance over his shoulder, soaking up the pride visible in Weasleclaw's own eyes. A surge of confidence warmed the center of his chest. Convicting him that nothing but success would come of this endeavor. If only to seek that same look in his father's eyes again.

Turning his focus upon the highest branch, Adderpaw eyed their target's nest. Sinking low to keep hidden, his pelt bristles with anticipation. "Yes, well...tonight will be its final flight." He murmurs in a low gravelly tone. They would drag that overgrown bird back into camp and bask in the praise of their clanmates. They would feast on it's flesh and use the plumage for decor. Claws flex and pierce the ground below, awaiting the call to action, for the moment to strike. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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