ROAR OF THE KRAKEN [hunting]

[CRABCHILL]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Snakeblink had been right when he said that the freshkill pile could use more prey on it. This winter has been harsh to RiverClan, and the breeze that ruffles Crabchill's pelt only serves to expose his jutting ribs even more. He tries not to be frustrated with his clanmates over his own hunger—he's a warrior and he can hunt for himself, unlike the queens, elders, and kits who must rely on their clanmates to get them through this season. And now… he's been tasked with not only going on a hunting patrol, but leading one. It's odd, he can admit, padding along with Pebbletail and Ryepaw following after him. "Sorry Snakeblink told me to lead instead of you. I think you're… definitely better than me." He doesn't know why, exactly, the deputy had decided Crabchill was worthy of this kind of authority when a lead warrior is right there. Especially when Pebbletail is a RiverClanner without a muddied bloodline, while Crabchill himself has diluted half-ThunderClan blood; Lichenstar has made it clear that he and his littermate's are respected as RiverClanners, but there must be distrust elsewhere on her council. Surely not everyone in the clan agrees with the blue-pointed leader.

Casting his doubts aside, the warrior continues on with his search for prey—and out of the corner of his eye, catches sight of something moving in the cold river. "Did you see that?" He jerks his head in the direction of the water, then glances back to his companions to gauge their reactions. "Looked like a fish jumping—I didn't know they did that when it's this cold." Of course, it seems foolish in hindsight; why wouldn't fish jump in winter, when they do so in every other season? But in his own defense, Crabchill thinks, the last time it had been this cold, he had been a kit. It seems so long ago since he'd cuddled up beside his mother in the nursery, an entire lifetime away from the broad, strong patrol lead that he is now.

time to fight ˚𓆛˚｡ it’s time to ride

• ooc: @pebbletail and @Ryepaw were assigned to this patrol but anyone can also jump in :)
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• CRABCHILL 𓆝 he/him, warrior of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. closed-off and unnaturally quiet.
  𓆟 formerly mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang & stormywing ; brother to cragpaw & pinefrost
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ She follows along with the rest of the patrol not making much of a complaint of Crabchill leading instead of her cousin, she doesn't care in all honesty and knows that the only way for the younger cats to learn how to lead is if they're given the opportunity to do so. The red tabby seems to think that her kin is better than him and more fit to lead the patrol, a part of her would agree but she decides to let the blue tabby speak for himself and pads along with her feathery tail sweeping behind her in a single motion. Pebbletail had always been a lot better at words than her so, she's certain that the younger tom would be able to speak to Crabchill easily without potentially hurting his feelings and she blinks her lone eye when the young warrior asks if anyone had seen that. One of her tattered ears flick to the side only to part her jaws after hearing the splash of cold water "I didn't see it but I definitely heard it." She says in a rather solemn voice and can't help but sigh at the fact that she misses quite a few things due to her blind side but she's managed to get used to it, she had to heighten her other senses especially when it came to hunting, tracking, and fighting.

"They probably don't enjoy the cold as much as us... or maybe, its getting a little warmer that they're a bit more lively today." The lead warrior observes rather quietly with a curt nod only to glance in the direction of her kin and his skittish apprentice, she presses onwards in the direction that the splash sounded from but pauses in her tracks deciding not to stray that far from her clanmates. "Perhaps, we'll be lucky today and catch more than a few." Its a hope that she has and knows that sometimes, their hunting patrols turned out to be rather fruitless on some days but she can only hope that things get better and Riverclan recieves a change of weather that would benefit them.

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BEEFANGㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✦ㅤtrans female (she / her)ㅤ/ㅤasexual homoromantic, taken by moonbeam
✦ㅤ18 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 10th of the month
✦ㅤwarrior of riverclan for 6 moons
✦ㅤsmokestar x cicadastarㅤ/ㅤolder sister to cicadaflight & loveburn
✦ㅤmentoring roepawㅤ/ㅤmentored by smokestar & houndstride
✦ㅤpenned by BossTaurusㅤ/ㅤmessage bosstaurus on discord for plots!
✦ "speech", thoughts, & attacking ; uses brute strength, fights dirty/unfair, and will end/start fights
a short/curly-haired black smoke moggy littered in several scars, missing a toe on one of her paws, and has a lone amber eye w/low white

 

[pebbletail]

PEBBLETAIL

HE/HIM RIVERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR

"hey, no worries crabchill!" the chipper voice of the man rings throughout the forest as he follows his patrol leader out towards the river. pebbletail is content to take a backseat in this particular patrol - he is well aware of the ginger tom's anxieties about loyalty, and after his own recent near-drowning experience, pebbletail needs a little break. "you're good at hunting, yeah? then you'll make a great patrol lead." offering the younger tom a smile, the man turns to his apprentice. "alright ryepaw, do you know the first step to a hunting patrol?"

the blue tom isn't positive what his charge already knows - he's sure willowroot had taught ryekit's litter some little things, but does the girl know her hunter's crouch? "we're going to locate prey first," he reminds her, "and it seems beefang is right - the fish are certainly out today!" the snow swirled tail flicks towards the river, where a shape soars out of the water and then ducks back in. above, a clear sky stretches, vast, out across the clan territories. leafless willow trees dance all the same in a gentle breeze. pebbletail swears he can scent new-leaf on the air. the ice on the river, just days ago solid, cracks and melts. "you ready, kid?"

// "#a2bfba"

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PEBBLETAIL TAGS / TOYHOUSE
✦ cis tom (he / him) / bisexual, taken by SPLASHDANCE
✦ 15 moons old ages realistically, every 15th of the month
✦ lead warrior of riverclan
✦ adopted by LICHENSTAR x HAZECLOUD
✦ brother to SHELLPOOL, HORIZONTHROAT, EVENINGCLOUD, TWINKLEFLIGHT
✦ mentoring RYEPAW / mentored by FOXTAIL
✦ penned by lavs / message lavendes on discord for plots!

a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebbletail's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

 

[Warblerpaw.]

UH OH, UH OH, UH OH,
YOU MADE A MISTAKE ​

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warblerpaw & 10 moons & demi-boy & he/they & riverclan apprentice ​

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Warblerpaw trails along after Crabchill and the others in silence - not that the tom is ever anything but. Mismatched gaze dart frequently, jaws parted and senses on high alert - once the others arrive at the riverbed, he knows his own luck will be cut short. Still, he is content for now, with all four paws upon solid ground, the chill in the air easily ignored with his thick coat.

Pebbletail quizzes his apprentice, and the drypaw spares a thought - hardly more then a moment - to his own first days outside camp, and he shudders, swiftly putting the thought from his mind. His mentor had not been so kind, so understanding - only full of strong words and condescension. At least Ryepaw and Pebbletail seem to be a good match so far.

— uh oh, you better run away now

• Actions && " Speech, " && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
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• ♩​♬♪♫​ — Warblerpaw suffers from multiple speech impediments, including selective mutism. He is more often then not non-verbal, and will react in visual ways such as body language or gestures to compensate for this. Situations which induce anxiety are more likely to cause a shut-down for him, and even when verbal he deals with a stutter and aphasia. ​