pafp red means 〰 immortal mouse

[edenberry ?!]

They roll through the dirt with back legs kicking wildly, listening to the shrill chirping sound ring from between their teeth before finally stopping... They stop, listening with ears swiveling to listen more intently... only satisfied after a few seconds of silence. They stand, holding the odd-feeling prey in their mouth as they trail towards SkyClan camp, only for the blasted thing to start squeaking again!

Edenberry growls, alarmed by its sudden wakefulness as they chomp down harder, lifting a paw to wave their claws at it again- What is happening with this thing?! They hear pawsteps coming from nearby as they drop the mouse, jumping on it with all their paws to try and squish it into the dirt to make it stop. Wild eyes flick up towards their clan-mate, giving an exasperated sigh, "Oh hey Flowercloud... There's something nuts about this mouse! I swear I've caught it so many times and it keeps on squeaking!"

They look towards their paws again, shoving their weight into it as another pathetic squeak sounds from underneath- "SEE?! I found it in the alleys in Twolegplace..."

@flowercloud. [it's a MOUSE TOY!]

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 17 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

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[flowercloud.]

squeak, squeaaakk. the faint sound made the amber warrior flick her one ear, scrunching her nose, before turning to sniff her way towards the direction. originally, she was planning to walk, hoping to find and catch some prey scavenging the fallen leaves for food, but the noise was causing her to fall distracted. and possibly, she would find something there. there was no smell of mouse, but she could hear it. it confused the ever living fox-dung out of her, seeing edenberry suddenly drop the mouse. paws land directly onto it, before green gaze raises to meet her own, and explains.

Her eyebrow raises, before narrowing, and approaching closer. She could definitely smell the twoleg place, but that was about it. "This has got to be the oddest thing ive ever encountered," she said softly, tilting her head, before sniffing at the mouse. flowercloud leaned down to sniff at it, but frowned. "Are you sure its- actually a mouse?" It didn't smell like one, but it looked like one. and who says the mice in the twoleg place didn't smell different?

"Ive just never seen one survive this long, its spine should be broken." she felt weird saying it out loud, but it was nothing but the truth. the weight of a cat versus the size of a mouse, it was virtually impossible for Flowercloud to believe that this thing was normal, at the very least.

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[Florabreeze]

Perched on her haunches Florabreeze takes the time to try and groom the mats out of her fur on one of her forelegs, this diligent work is occasionally interrupted by a rather shrill squeak. She tried to continue her feeble attempt at grooming but every time she got back to starting there it was again! She should be frustrated by this but in truth she was just curious, pushing herself up from where she sat she followed the sound of the mystery noise. The scene in front of the maine coon brought a giggle that was poorly hidden. She's familiar with mouse toys but the ones she is given are usually wrapped in bright fabrics. She's never seen one that actually looks like a mouse before, it was throwing her off so she was inclined like everyone else to assume that it was an ordinary mouse.

"It has to be! It looks like one" Flowercloud's question was a fair one and she herself is inclined to be skeptical. The spine should be broken by now and with the way Edenberry seems to be exerted that should mean that at least some sign of blood or something should be shown on this mouse. Crouching down to gain a better perspective she instead looks to the pin striped daylighter.

"maybe this is the queen mouse. Do you think they get extra lives?" It's intended as a joke but honestly part of her is inclined to believe it, who's to say it wasn't true? And what if queen mice are actually just immortal? it makes sense, since they're prey animals maybe they have to be extremely hardy. "Do you think if one of us pulls on one end and the other pulls the other that it might do something?" Her muzzle scrunches into a grimace at the thought, it's a morbid and grizzly question but if traditional methods aren't working maybe this unorthoadox solution might.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 36 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[BUTCHERMAW]

✦ She wasn't being lazy. She wasn't. She was just resting her, well, everything after another long day of training. It was sort of daunting, the way the next meeting loomed over her like that giant lizard thing loomed over a city in those movies her human liked to watch. It shadowed her entire life, as if to say: do you really think you can escape this? The idea should fill her with nerves, most likely, or set dread cold and slimy in her stomach, but it just gave Butcher this jittery excitement that fizzed in her every fiber. When she wasn't dead tired from training, of course.

So, the red and white cat wasn't being lazy when she was lounging bonelessly, and she wasn't being lazy when her ear idly flicked at a high squeal or the sound of chatter. And even if she had been lazy, she did eventually pull herself to her paws and wander over to see what had the others so transfixed. She could hardly see it beneath Edenberry's paws, braced as they were against the thing, but it certainly looked like a mouse. It didn't sound like one, chirping the way it did, and it didn't die like one, still chirping the way it did, but it really, truly looked like a mouse. Eloquently, she echoed Flowercloud's sentiment: "This is so weird."

Killing things should sort of be her forte. Between living at a butcher shop half the time and her hunting lessons, Butcher felt like she should be able to kill a mouse, and if she should be able to, then the other cats must be able to. They had ideas - or, Florabreeze did, at least - but no success to show for it. Not yet, anyway. "What if you gut it? Like, " she mimed cutting open the mouse's belly, "Y'know?"​

 

[Sorrelsong]

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Lips curl slightly at Butcher's suggestion. Not out of disgust for the molly, more just general disguest for the proposed action.
"That might kill it, but would you want to eat it if it's guts were out everywhere?" The thought churned her stomach a little, mushing up the prey she'd already eaten. She hazzarded a sniff, frowning at the odd result. It smelled like two-leg and cat, like most prey that made it back to camp. Something was off though, something her eyes couldn't quite communicate to her brain.
"Maybe it's a leader mouse? That would explain the extra lives...?" She ventures, building on Florabreeze's thoughts. She finds herself beliving that explaination, but if it was true, did that mean there were mice clans? A mice silver pelt? She paws at the mouse absentmindly.
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