rock bottom // hunting patrol

[mothmeadow]

It's a near everyday activity at this point, hunting alongside Nut. I mean, what could she say? Good company, decent hunting skills, she likes to think of them as a good duo. Granted... She did have more than Nut on this patrol, but only the ones that had wanted to brave the weather. Today was a terrible day for hunting with a constant sheet of snow falling from the sky, a risk of hypothermia and fuck her paws felt like they'd crumble beneath her if she stepped on one more ice chunk. Irritated she is, squinting because now shes even lost sight of Nut at this point. Russet colored pelt provided her two things, one good and one bad: on one hand, Nut would be able to find her easy, on the other hand the nearest rabbit would book away from her in an instance.

Speaking of rabbit... Was that what she smelt? Her hunting all day had been fruitless due to the snow meddling with the scent trails so it HAD to be fresh. She crouches, ears swiveling forwards as she tries to find the trail once more. Lucky for her, there was a rabbit surfacing from a burrow, hopping around and sniffing endlessly at the blanket beneath it. She measures her choices, good and bad before she springs after it. It squeaks in fear and shes bounding towards it, leaping. She had to be quick or she'd lose it and maybe it was the cold slowing it down (she doesn't know and quite frankly doesnt care), but she lands heavy and delivers the killing blow.

Her sides heave as she steps back, closing her eyes as her paws light up with tender pain from falling. She hates the snow for this specific reason. She picks the rabbit up in her mouth, hoping that her hunting patrol had just the same amount of luck as her. Hopefully she didn't lose them.

// her catch rate was rolled on discord B) this is NOT a pafp and you dont have to wait for @Nutsprout ​

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[SOOTSTAR]

Sootstar didn't catch anything, let alone find anything! How were you suppose to with all this freshly fallen snow? Put her into the tunnels and maybe she could've found something... she guessed they were all hiding away anyways.

Well. Maybe not all hiding away, seems Mothmeadow had managed to score a catch, it lifts Sootstar's spirits a little and she hopes more cats will have been just as lucky. Hunger gnaws at her belly, she finds herself partially tempted to suggest the she-cat and her dig into the meal right here and now, but she refrains. Thoughts of hungry kittens at home keep her in line, but it wouldn't have been the first time she gave into her stomach's desires.

"Glad someone caught something, all I could find was day old hare scent." She reports to the warrior, green eyes admiring the caught rabbit.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

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╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 32 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Sootpaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[MALLOWLARK]

Fresh prey-blood was a scent Mallowlark was very, very familiar with. It seldom was borne from his own grinning jaws- he was no hunting expert, but tracking was indeed his forte. Finding prey alive or dead was his specialty. This one- well, this scent was one wonderfully, blessedly dead! His skip was swift, and with such a large form moving so relatively deftly it was a wonder he did not manage to topple over. Craning his neck, he saw it- Sootstar, looking over the catch that Mothmeadow had just managed to bag. Lucky, lucky! Or, likely skill-y, skill-y...

"Oooh, well done!" Earnestness took wings in his tone despite the ever-stillness of his expression, forever the same doglike grin and orbicular eyes. Chitinous chitter, a giggle left his maw- but he choked it down as if swallowing a bag of bones, rather an unpleasant sound. "KHH-G- I smelled some but you gotta be quick on 'em!"

Obvious observation to someone with a rabbit already in their possession, but to know he did track some down might give a little bit of hope to those who didn't.​

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[SUNNVAR]

He supposes that he is lucky, in some strange way. Sunstride is not a creature of great speed– though his endurance is more than enough in most trials, and he is agile in his size, the lightning-snap of the moor-runners is not something that he had mastered. Or something that he had any hope of mastering, in truth. Yet he had found himself in possession of prey regardless: a hare that had missed the glinting of his fur. It could be that he had grown accustomed to hunting in such terrible weather. It had been his youth, after all. By the time he had learned to wield his claws, snow dusted the bottom of his chest. This creature was younger than he, foolish and learning its own strides in winter. He would not complain, and it would no longer be able to do as such regardless. Snow-crusted fur hangs limp in the warrior's jaws as he meets up with the rest of the hunters, their voices muffled and distant by the chill but easily tracked through their paws.

"Perhaps it was this one?" he offers to Sootstar, once it has fallen to the ground once more. Snow shifts around it, the still-warm flush of its flesh seeming to stir the earth. "A foolish thing, unwilling to hide. Its misfortune is in our favor." Between this catch and Mothmeadow's, it seems that they would eat well tonight.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base 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.
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[GHOSTSTRIKE]

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The snow fell in heavy sheets around him, muting the world and making sightlines in general horrible. Everything was iced over and freezing cold, but Windclan was not a group that easily yielded. Even with the lack of cover to protect them from the snow and wind, a patrol had set out to try their luck at hunting anyways. In a way, it came as a relief to Ghost to know that there was some tenacity behind these cats, that the lack of cruelty didn't mean a lack of willpower.

By the time he returned to the patrol, it was with a mouse held in his jaws, fat and helathy, still warm against his lips. A glance around would show that he wasn't the only one who'd gotten lucky- Mothmeadow and Sunstride also managed to come away with something, proof that their risk of coming out in this weather would be worth it.
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rogue - male - 25 months - single - a very tall, muscular tabby with dark gray fur and white markings. heavily scarred with dark amber eyes

 

[Coldsnap]

IM SCARED TO GET CLOSE AND I HATE BEING ALONE
I LONG FOR THE FEELING TO NOT FEEL AT ALL
THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM

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The snowstorm meant little to Coldsnap outside of being the hindrence it was. It didn't matter that it was cold or annoying or lowering their chances of a succesful hunt, because at the end of the day they still had mouths to feed and bodys to keep strong. The warrior had been among the first to join the patrol, knowing how high the stakes were in weather like this. And, besides, he told himself he was going to be better, and he wasn't going to shy away from that. He'd take care of the clan in Hyacinths absence, just as he'd promised he would.

The young warrior was well equipped for the cold, his coat short but thick and his body used to working under tense considitions. He did most of his training at night after all, no matter the weather. Rain or shine you could expect to see him out there, and snow was no exception.

His hunt had proven succesful that day, the grey tabby returning to the patrol with a plump, healthy bird in his jaws. He was surprised to see that three of the other cats had come back with prey as well, but it was one of the rare kind of surprises that he found he didn't mind. "Looks like we did well, for the most part." he noted as he placed the bird at his paws.

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windclan warrior - male - 12 months - a large, dark grey tabby with yellow eyes​

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