camp resting on your laurels ༄ bountiful hunt

[PLOVERHOP ★]

࿔*:･ﾟ༄　Ploverhop cannot believe the nerve of some cats. Flouncing off to SkyClan territory, claiming it's for the kits... They know better. They know exactly why SkyClan of all clans was chosen; they've seen the way their clanmates look at them, heard the way that undeserving lead warrior speaks of kittypets. Give him a little bit of authority, and suddenly he's off ruining allyships for some weird powerplay. They don't understand why Howlingstar gave him the position of temporary deputy... Nepotism does wonders, they suppose.

It doesn't matter. They keep their chin up. There are days when Ploverhop wonders if they should have joined SkyClan instead, to avoid the incessant jabs of haughty clanborn cats, but the look on their faces when they get the chance to rile them up makes them feel a little better. The plan today: prove exactly how pointless that little excursion was.

Ploverhop bounds back into camp with an easy grin brightening their face. They've spent the whole morning doing nothing but hunting, and they've been well rewarded for it. Their maw is overfull: two mice, a squirrel, and a thrush, all plenty plump with Newleaf bounty. So much for lazy kittypets. It's a good thing they're tall enough to keep the mouthful of prey from dragging upon the ground; they deposit them onto the prey pile with no little amount of showiness. "Good hunting today!" they chirp, looking around camp with something triumphant glinting in their sunbleed eyes.

‎‎┌── PUT DOWN YOUR SWORD AND CROWN ༊ COME LAY WITH ME ON THE GROUND ──┐‎

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  PLOVERHOP ༊ they / them, warrior of thunderclan, nineteen moons.
  ➳ a large, black-striped lilac cat with vivid golden-orange eyes.
  ➳ bright and bouncy with a penchant for mischief. rarely seen without a smile.
  ➳ npc x npc; former kittypet.
  ➳ 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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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ The call of the forest hadn't been too loud, until the recent trespassing incident. Grief had kept her contently locked away in the nursery, oblivious from the hunger situation that her clanmates had been dealing with. But now that she knew, her paws had been itching to get back outside...to help feed her clanmates, to fix the prey shortage that she had helped create. But alas, she was to stay in the camp and watch over the full nursery.

She had been gazing towards the camp's tunnel when she spotted the walls rustling, someone was returning. Ploverhop bounced into the clearing, their jaws stretched wide with an assortment of catches. Two mice, a thrush, and her favorite...a squirrel. The deputy rose to her paws, her tail lifting in the air happily. "What a wonderful hunt, Ploverhop." she chirped, trotting over to greet them. "Starclan has blessed the forest today."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MY DARLING ⋅✩⋅ WHO KNEW ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 32 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ widowed mate to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[WRATHPAW.]

*+:｡.｡ Wrathpaw still wasn't entirely sure what had gone wrong with his hunting patrol. Slowly, slowly, he was beginning to understand that there were lines one shouldn't cross - literally - but it still...made his head hurt. If it was so bad, why'd Raccoonstripe lead a patrol there? Though he figured if he asked the right questions, he'd get his answers...admittedly, he was quickly growing fearful of what those answers may entail...
In the meantime, he would smile at the sight of Ploverhop's bounty. His mouth watered, but he quickly licked his lips dry, meowing, "Wow! Ploverhop you're amazing!" It was hard going through his days being one of the last to eat - so unlike his kitten moons where he got all the best food, so looking at all the prey, he couldn't help the twinge of longing in his belly despite knowing, more than ever, that he needed to wait.
Yes, if he asked the right questions, he'd understand why Raccoonstripe's patrol was wrong...but to be honest? He understood the brown tabby a little more instead with each painful rumble of Wrathpaw's tummy...

*+:｡.｡ Updated 5/15/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♡ Wrathkit
  ♡ DMAB— He/Him
  ♡ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Giggle-
  ♡ Thunderclan — Kit
  ♡ Mentored by Wildheart
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♡Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
  injuries: None currently

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[BURNSTORM]

Burnstorm knows how infuriating it must be. Not just for Roeflame, his mate, but for Flamewhisker and all the other queens who had to just sit on their paws and wait for prey to be brough to them. He knows from Roeflame that this is the last thing they wanted to be doing, that they all wanted to help. But right now, they arguably had a way more important job. Rearing the next generation of ThunderClanners. He does not fault them one bit fot their inability to hunt, not when he sees the tired eyes and exhausted smiles. They are all tired, running htemselves ragged to ensure that the clan would continue on even in the face of this new challenge.

He is about to head out to hunt himself when Ploverhop returns, a formiddable catch clutched in their dusty brown jaws. "Where in the forest did you go to hunt?" He finds himself asking, tail waving lazily in the air behind him. He would have to avoid that part if he wanted a chance of catching anything himself he thinks.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[mottledpaw]

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Mottledkit is quick to charge right past her uncle, brushing against him in a quiet greeting and minimal show of respect, with eyes transfixed on the great bounty Ploverhop has secured. She sniffs at the fresh-kill pile with a scrutiny not befitting someone who lacks the skill to know what she is judging before dragging the newly deposited thrush off the top and a small distance aside. Her paw sits atop it in confidence, glancing towards the adults as they chatter about what a great blessing this is and that the warrior must be some sort of spectacular hunter- well... just wait until she's a warrior. Mottledkit would give a new meaning to hunting!

"I'm gonna catch a thrush just like this one when I'm an apprentice," she interrupts with a firm nod. "Then you can go ahead and retire early Ploverhop." They were like.. practically ancient right? It was well past time to settle in with the elders, they just obviously hadn't found a good enough replacement yet.

Burnstorm's question as to where the prey was caught doesn't escape her notice, casting the older tom a curious glance- was he gonna go check and see if Ploverhop cheated? Or maybe he wanted to claim some of that victory for himself and catch even more than the younger warrior had? Both seemed like fair ideas, which she expressed by scooting a little closer to his leg and casting the accused an expectant stare-

Go on then, answer him.​