Rollin', and rollin' | Run away eggs

[>Twigwhisper]

— The brown tabby was so ecstatic to have found a plover nest intact, so much so that his fluffy striped tail as rattling like a branch in the wind. With the way the weather had been going, these ground-bound nesting birds seemed none too keen to lay but he had located one. The powerful gale attempted to halt the tom but he wouldn't let up, he'd lean forward with his steps to progress. Usually, he'd keep to the tunnels but his favorite food with that of plover eggs. He was determined. Licking his maw he could already taste the yolky yumminess. "Come here.." Twigwhisper would coax the eggs in a hushed tone. As the tom stood just over the nest there was a sudden and aggressive change of direction in the wind. With the new gust, all the force the feline had used to move forward now toppled him over. A noise of surprise escaped him as he struggled to not fully fall onto the fragile eggs. To his luck, he didn't land on them, but to his misfortune, his paws did kick all three of the plover eggs and the evil breeze picked up the speed of their momentum.

"No no no!" Twigwhisper would hiss, before none-too gracefully he hassled to his paws. The eggs seemed to be racing at the speed of hares as they tumbled up and down the terrain of the moorlands. He wasn't a moor runner, he was a tunneler. He hated the openness of the moors but his favorite food was at stake. The fluffy brown tabby took off full speed, frantically trying to corral his escapees. — tags​

 

[cedarbark.]

❝ I DON'T WANNA HURT EM' ✧°.☀ ————————————
This would mark the second time he's heard of- or witnessed- a tunnler topple over because of the wind. Cedarbark wasn't a tunnler, and perhaps that was a good thing with this new weather. The hunt was one of his more favorite things. Paws drilling into the ground as he ran after a hare or rabbit, eyes wide and ears laid back as he followed it's path- just on it's ankles. A final leap, pushing off using his hind legs and- yes! His teeth dug into the rabbit, cutting it's life short. But the noise he barely caught over the noise of the howling winds caused him to turn. His long fur whipped and dragged in the wind, but he could spot his brother running after the eggs.

It was.. perhaps bad of him, but a chuckle left him, head shaking. Cedarbark lay the prey back on the ground, covering it up against the protection of a bush. He hoped it would be there when he got back, but the moor running was set after a new target. The eggs. One had begun to blow to his right- and down the moor did Cedarbark follow, tail streaming behind him as he followed. Instead of leaping, though, the runner swept around it, large paw pushing against it- then capturing it. He leaned his head down- mouth scooping up the egg and carefully holding it. He blinked curiously. Now that he had the egg, what did he do with it? Vision directed itself back towards Twig, a head cocking in question.

"speech"

[penned by dallas - ☀]

———————————— ☀.°✧ BUT I DID, I'M IN A FIT OF RAGE ❞ ​

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[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 Wolfsong isn't present to witness the accident, but he does spot Twigwhisper hurtling after eggs carried by the rough gales. Without pause, he's joining the chase, well-aware that the wind could change direction or cease at any moment and throw him off-balance. He knows the eggs must be captured soon, before their shells break and they've wasted this energy to watch yolk soak into the soil, so he presses forward until his legs burn to outpace the runaway eggs. Wolfsong catches one and narrowly misses another, though it seems to catch on a divot in the ground deep enough the wind cannot move it.

"I've never chased an egg before," he laughs to himself, spotting the silhouette of Cedarbark with an egg of his own. He hopes Twigwhisper has trapped an escapee as well.
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[SHADOWRUNNER]

\╱╲I SEE A RED DOOR & I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK╱╲/​

"Oh dear..." Shadowpaw could only watch as the great eggy chase took place. The young tunneller however opted to avoid joining the sprint, he simply couldn't risk being caught by the gusts and he also knew that he wouldn't be fast enough to chase down the wayward eggs. Still, that didn't mean that he couldn't watch the potential hilarity that had the possibility of ensuing. Two eggs were caught, but the third thundered on. Shadowpaw flexed his claws in tense excitement as he waited to see it if they would get the final one.

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK
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[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon understood the importance of a good egg for one's mental health. Therefore, he was more than willing to abandon his windblown pursuit of a field mouse with @SNAKEPAW to lend a paw to Twigwhisper. Several other warriors had already pitched in: Cedarbark caught one, Wolfsong managed to snag another, but that left one still rumbling over the grasses of the moor. Glad for the chance to his moor-runner skills to help a Clanmate, he powered past Shadowpaw and bounded towards the third egg. A few near misses with his large speckled paws, and - snag! - the last escapee had been captured. Sides heaving with the effort and with a triumphant lash of his tail, Badgermoon carefully scooped up the egg and trotted back towards Twigwhisper. "Goofd find ond thfese onefs." he meowed around a mouthful of egg, placing the only slightly slimy morsel at the tunneler's paws.​

 

[>Twigwhisper]

— If there was ever a moment to appreciate the clan life, it was now. His long but gangly limbs had failed him where the moor runners had swept up with ease. His brown striped limbs would slow to a jog then a trot all the while his maw was parted in a pant. "Than..k yo..u." The tunneler would breathe to the saviors of his catch. Twigwhisper's bush tail would rattle like a quaking leaf left on a branch during a windstorm. "Really."He'd express his gratitude before smacking his mouth to try and get rid of the cotton feeling he had within it. "There's- There's plenty of egg here. Would you all like to have a bite to-to gain back energy?" He'd give a meek laugh, uncertain really how to communicate casually with others, save for his brother currently there.— tags​