camp PEDESTRIAN AT BEST ⛧ CATCH?

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　He still hasn't had a proper first catch. It shouldn't bother Vulturepaw that much, but it does. He's behind, eight moons and preyless. Too many missed opportunities, too many moments of hesitance. Maybe he'll never catch anything and never graduate. He'll be twelve moons before long and -

Breathe. Vulturepaw steadies himself.

He has... Something. An awkward mouthful of delicately carried eggs. His patrolmates carry a few more; it was a plentiful nest, and she had taken as much as she could. Plover's eggs, he was told. Not the most traditional of food, and he lets them slide to the ground quickly upon entering camp, not quite placing them upon the freshkill pile. "Uh - " Vulturepaw starts. "We can, um, eat these, right?" There's something almost disbelieving in his tone. He's never noticed them on the freshkill pile before... But the seasons have turned, and prey is getting scare. Maybe this is good enough for now.

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

• Prompt: With leaf-bare just around the corner, hunting is more important then ever! How does your character lend a paw to keep the prey pile filled?
  

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[VIPERPAW]

*+:｡.｡ Being a proper hero doesn't always involve beating up bad guys or helping elder's cross the camp without breaking hips - sometimes, it's the little things that matter most. Viperpaw wanted to be the kind of hero that didn't hold the importance of once mission above another - everyone's problems were of equal importance to the altruistic tunneler! Hearing the call to adventure withing that nervous warble of Vulturepaw's, Viperpaw was, of course, up in an instant. Streaking through camp like a red-capedpatched crusader. "WHAT A GREAT FIND VULTUREPAW!" the older apprentice shouts with his whole chest, never one to willingly tone himself down. "Ive never thought about collecting eggs before! ALL GREAT IDEAS ARE UNIQUE ONES!" Viperpaw announced with an uproarious laugh, slapping Vulturepaw's back amicably.

Focusing on Vulturepaw's "catch", Viperpaw would poke at an egg inquisitively. Encouraging Vulturepaw was the goal, keeping his spirits up and determined was the only outcome Viperpaw would accept. That means, following through, right? So, without further delay, the apprentice would wrap his maw around the egg and promptly crunch. The resitance was curious, the snap of breaking shell oddly satisfying, and the unexpected splash of yolk sent a shiver down his spine.

Although Viperpaw didn't present the prettiest sight - mouth splattered with egg and shell and eyes blown wide from the surprise - he recovered quickly and with a swipe of his tongue. "STICKY!" he observes with another cheerful guffaw, pawing at his cheek before licking the residue from his paw thereafter, "I think the kits would love this, actually! Maybe not the queens so much if they follow my lead" he shakes a sticky paw for emphasis, then promptly laughs again.

"EITHER WAY, GOOD JOB VULTUREPAW!"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 10/11/24

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  "SPEECH"
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☁ Viperpaw
  ☁ DFAB— He/Him
  ☁ 10 moons
  ☁ Son of Snakehiss and Berrysnap
  ☁ Brother to Rowanpaw, Snakepaw and Privetpaw
  ☁ Windclan — Tunneler's apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☁Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☁Attack in bold white
  ☁ None currently

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[SPLINTERPAW.]

BUT MAYBE THAT'S A LIE​

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too loud. he's too loud. why is he so loud? his teeth bare back for a moment as quiet hiss leaving him before he just snorts and huffs, lashing his tail and making his way over to vulturepaw. his eyes blink as he sniffs at what it is that he's found. he doesn't... know if they can eat them. as observant as he is, he doesn't think he's ever really known anyone to try and eat baby birds before they were ready. still, he gently bumps against his friend, offering a small smile.

"wh...where'd you find them, vullie?"

he asks quietly, his ears perking up as viperpaw speaks and then proceeds to touch his friend. his friend. his. his ears pin back and he makes it a point to stand between the two, hissing quietly.

"keep your p-paws to yourself."

splinterkit wouldn't have been so mean or confrontational, but splinterpaw is not the same. splinterpaw does not wish to be mean, or snap or anything of the sort. he just does not like loud cats or loud noises. he never has. he never will. and he certainly didn't like cats who were too obnoxious for their own good. his ears pin back and he offers an apology.

"sorry... you're... t-too loud."

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherspine had made her first kill at four moons old, and had caught something not long after that. It was with disbelief and harshness, then, that she looked upon someone double that age who still had no prey to their name... however, age andlingering regret had perhaps dulled that harshness. When she had been younger, she had been forced to grow up as quickly as possible- there was no other choice but to fight, to claw for survival, to prove herself as useful beneath Sootstar's acidic glare, and keep her life during the rebellion.

Today's apprentice had more luxury than that.

Bitterness often usurpe that, though ... and Featherspine's temper was never soothed by noise. Viperpaw's insistent yell killed any thought the chocolate tom might have had to compliment Vulturepaw's ingenuity- sun-boiling eyes flung like knives toward the apprentice, ice-shard sharpness slitting his pupils. "Well, g-good thing you found those eggs, because now all the p-p-prey on the territory has run for the hills," Featherspine spat, a baltic irritation running all through his tone. Vulturepaw would earn no other award than that.

Splinterpaw's observation was correct- too loud, indeed, and Featherspine was not yet done berating him for it. "P-puh... puh-perhaps you should chew on some rocks next, Viperpaw. I would like to b-be spared from your shouting for a lot longer than I've b-been allowed to today."​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Sedgepounce peers down at the fragile, speckled shells which Vulturepaw has placed beside the freshkill pile. Wrapped up in their nest, the eggs blend in nearly perfectly to the wreath of sawgrass and dried gorse. He doesn't think he would notice a nest like this on his own, had it truly been half-buried in the denser, grassier parts of the moor. "Did you take all of them?" he wonders, gaze sliding between Vulturepaw and their fellow patrolmates. It's not that he's adverse to trying new foods—the Journey gave Sedgepounce his first taste of squirrel, fish, and even lizard—but he fears that too many plover eggs means not enough plovers.

Viperpaw launches forward to give a...ear-wrenching compliment, well deserved despite its screeching delivery. Sedgepounce lightly cuffs the apprentice's ear, a mirror to his own jostling of Vulturepaw. "Great idea, Viperpaw," he huffs, grinning crookedly. "Why don't you go offer some now? I bet Moonwhisker would appreciate the donation." Perhaps then the less patient WindClanners among them could catch a break from Viperpaw's particular brand of excitement.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
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periwinklebreeze ❀ 27 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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" G-good j-j-job, " comes tired voice, ink-dipped figure weaving itself through the crowd. It's one of those days, tired eyes blinking slowly - someone lse has been tasked with vulturepaw's training and patrols, half under the guise of 'experience' and half because the lead is near dead on his paws. Still, he musters a weary smile - beaming, more like - and hums in agreement. Any prey is a welcome addition in leaf-fall - though perhaps such messy prey would better be left to those without tiny paws keen to make mischief.

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ While Grasspaw was not one of his family to be behind in hunting, he was behind in battle, and could at least relate to wanting to contribute. He sat quietly away from the rest. A healthy two tail-lengths from the other cats. Viperpaw's oppressive shouting made him shrink back a tiny bit. He wasn't overly fond of the other tom, he found him... too much. But who was he to tell someone else what to do, right? Anyway, he turned his attention to the goopy, sticky fluid that came out of the egg with distain. "Edible is one thing, I wouldn't eat it though," he mewed.

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ooc Information

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  GRASSPAW — HE/HIM ･ 9 MOONS ･ TUNNELER APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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