camp ROLLING AROUND AT THE SPEED OF SOUND ☣︎ surprise catch

[Mintshade]

Chasing rabbits was a WindClan tradition now, but sometimes she wished she was a touch more stealthy and had less need to run; not that this apprehension stopped her from doing it anyways. Mintshade was a fast cat, like most of her clanmates, but she also had the extra bonus of being all leg and tail and she tore across the moorland like a sleek black bullet after her wayward prey. It had heard her due to an unfortunate shift of the wind, the only rabbit she'd come across in what felt like hours of stalking about and she would be damned if she let it get away so easily. She leaned forward, ears pinned back and pushed herself even faster after it, even when it turned sharply to try and get away she swung herself around just as quick to continue the pursuit. The only issue was it was now in a panicked dash toward the WindClan camp itself and the wind had shifted enough that it didn't seem aware it was hurling itself into the den of lions right before it, not that she cared much to warn the thing even if she did know how to speak rabbit but the idea someone else might snatch up her hardearned catch had her gritting her teeth in frustration.
Mintshade did not intend to lose it, no matter what came between her and the taste of rabbit blood spread across her tongue, so when the vermin hit the bramble wall in a small opening she was right behind it, crashing through the tangle of gnarled vines and sharp thorns; making a cat-sized hole she would need to repair later, but the ploy had been enough to startled the rabbit into a stumble and from there she pounced. Blood filled her nose, she felt her fur prickling from the many sharp curves of bladed obstruction she had crashed unceremoniously into but the dark molly didn't care for even a second. She had her rabbit, teeth in its throat and head twisting to the side to snap its neck before it could so much as think of squealing.
Humorously enough, her bolt forward and the momentum behind it had left her slaughtering her prey directly next to the freshkill pile so much that when she rose to stand finally with her nose torn and fur a mess she needed to only raise a paw and push it forward slightly to add it to it.
"...all in a day's work."
...should probably fix that wall before napping.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 12 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Well - thats certainly one way to bring home prey. The very last thing peri expects is for his grooming session to be interrupted by the sound of the gorse wall crumbling - clear gaze flicks up half expecting an enemy patrol - only to see a rabbit of all things, followed by mintshade. The molly makes the kill easily enough, and it's over before it's even begun. He blinks, and then blinks again - had he really just witnessed that. All the psychotic woman seems to have to say for herself is it's 'all in a days work' and really, the young warrior can only shuffle away. He'd like to keep as far away from her - and whatever that was just now - as possible, thanks.

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[Lilacstem]

Like Periwinklebreeze, the last thing Lilacstem expects is to see a rabbit followed by Mintshade crashing through the bramble wall around camp. She is sitting nearby grooming herself when this all happens, and she watches with a wide-eyed stare as the black she-cat finally closes the gap between herself and the prey and kills it not far from the fresh-kill pile. Had it been Lilacstem hunting the rabbit, she probably would have given up chasing it before it got this close to camp, but she couldn't fault Mintshade for her persistence. "Good catch," Lilacstem mewed from where she was sitting. "Hopefully the wall isn't too damaged." It's not meant as a dig at Mintshade, but rather a simple observation of the result of Mintshade's unconventional catch.​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

The WindClan camp is quiet before Mintshade shows up—too quiet. The day's events have turned sluggish beneath the oppressive heat of the season, the sun a vengeful spirit peering down on the moor with a piercing yellow eye. The cats that linger within the gorse walls do so with a hefty sense of begrudging, and for a time Sedgepaw is no exception. Midday is suffocating, and he's tired of sorting moss.

"Is this alright?" he asks Creekfoot, a crotchety old tomcat who is very particular about the moss in his nest.

With a huff, the old cat steps closer, a constant full-body tremor making his steps rickety and arduous. He lifts a heavy brow overgrown with wild, twisted whiskers and peers at the mosspiles that Sedgepaw has sorted with a single glassy eye. He'd sorted them first by color, and then by size, and then by plushness. Surely, he's had to have gotten it right by now.

He's stupid enough to feel hopeful, up until the point Creeksong draws in a breath and demands: "'R ya daft, son?!" with a voice high and whistley in the way of all ancient old men. "Y'gotta check the shape of the moss patches. What good're these...these oblong ones, huh? We need consistency!"

Hopes and dreams and everything crushed, Sedgepaw throws his head back and is just about to curse the heavens when—

BAM!

Eyes all over camp snap to the inky bullet shooting through the clearing, crashing into the gorse wall with a loud crack. Mintshade stumbles back from it, fur full of snarls and brambles and blood, with a rabbit in her jaw—a spindly thing that she drops on the freshkill pile with a cool sense of pride.

Sedgepaw explodes in laughter. He howls with it, loud and unabashed, until a warrior glares at him and he gets the sense to quiet down. Still, Sedgepaw is grinning cheekily when he calls over: "Holy crap, Mintshade! That was incredible! You gotta show me your hunting secrets someday," good-natured and enthralled.​

 

[SNAKEHISS]

It may come as a surprise for some that Snakehiss hadn't caught his first rabbit until about a moon ago or so. He wasn't intent on making it public knowledge, as he knows he would make a fool of himself by doing so. He excelled in stealth and speed, skills that were necessary to hunt in the moors, and yet he hadn't been able to secure a kill of WindClan's most prominent prey item until later on in his apprenticeship. They were quick-footed things, indeed! Pebble-brained, perhaps, but not to be underestimated in terms of speed.

The young warrior winced as a blur of obsidian crashed straight through the camp wall, ducking his head and tracking the movements through narrowed eyes. This seems awfully familiar... Thinks Snakehiss as he recalls the time when Snailstride—Snailpaw, back then—had chased a rabbit into camp. Young Snakepaw had not been so lucky that day, as the creature had stomped on his eye and trampled him. He wonders if, subconsciously, that event had been the very reason why he had been adverse to catching rabbits for so long.

The huntress was shortly revealed to be Minstshade, who had swiftly made a final blow right next to the fresh-kill pile. Great, now a part of the bramble wall had to be rebuilt. Had the wild goose chase really been worth it?​

 

[Badgermoon]

It was no secret that Mintshade was not a fan of Badgermoon: she made comments to that effect loudly and often. He himself had few thoughts about the dark-furred she-cat, other than a sense of bemusement at her animosity. As far as he was concerned, he'd never done anything to earn her ire - but, then, he couldn't know what went on in anyone else's mind. Perhaps something he had done had been immensely troublesome to her once upon a time, and instead of speaking to him about it, she'd opted to take it as a personal slight. Or maybe she just doesn't like me. Fair enough, he supposed.

What mattered more, at the moment, was the freshly-killed rabbit and the freshly-punched hole in their gorse wall. He had to admit, he was impressed by the determination required to chase a rabbit all the way into camp, through the hollow's brambly collar. He was less impressed by the new weakness in their defenses. Badgermoon gave a thoughtful hum and continued grooming himself, working on flattening the ruffled fur on one of his flanks. He was interested to see if Mintshade would repair the gorse wall of her own accord, or if she would need to be instructed to do so.​

 

[Robinfang]

Robinfang had been minding his own business-- but, unforunately... it had been a few tail lengths from where the bramble wall exploded. He stares, dumbfounded as the catch is dropped proudly onto the fresh-kill pile. What. The. Fuck. His green gaze narrows, anger lancing through him as others laugh or fix their ruffled fur. He stalks up, a brow twitching. "Are you going to help repair your mess, or just look at it while the rest of us do it for you?"
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walk "talk." thought​

penned by helly​

 

[Mintshade]

Lilacstem's remark is met with her trademark laugh, "Gyeh heh heh, well it ain't that big a hole! Probably won't take me too long to fix and the rabbit's well worth it if you ask me!" Sedgepaw's praise was responded to with a pose, head up and paw aloft; the hunter returned victorious to her people, basking in the glow of their compliments, "You're welcome to come hunting with me and Moorpaw anytime, if your thorn in the side mentor will allow it."
She swiped a tongue around her maw, tasted the blood that still lightly dripped from her cut nose; it was hardly nothing a little dirt wouldn't fix and she glanced around to make sure Wolfsong hadn't seen her escapade so she could continue ignoring the medicine cat den.
Instead she spotted a different kind of audience. She used to like Snakehiss, up until he started to act more and more like his mentor: that boring lump of nothing deputy of theirs, speaking of-she saw him clear as day staring at her and she flashed him a wide grin as if challenging him to say something. Anything. Please feel free. Unfortunately Badgermoon continued to unimpress her with his refusal to play her games, but Robinfang stepped up to the plate to sputter up some useless drivel in his steed. Fantastic.

The black she-cat rose up, loomed with her teeth visible in the tom's face at the sheer audacity he had to go attempting to boss her around like he was worth anything more than the dirt between her toes, "Naw! I was thinking about leaving it there, nice big view out across the moors, really adds something nice to the camp I think. Little window into the world. You know, the world, that thing we all live in that doesn't revolve around you? Maybe you ought to watch who you talk to before I bust another hole through something more fleshy~!" Her black paw raised, she flexed it and her claws at the fool with the big mouth and her grin never wavered. "Go on, back away now or I'll take it as a challenge to meet."
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[Robinfang]

Robin took the she-cat's words to heart, pulling himself to his full height and glaring down at the molly. "Mintshade the world doesn't revolve around you either. I'm very aware of this fact, but it seems you and your little friend have missed that small tiny little detail." His tail flicked angrily as he attempted to be chest to chest with her, maw opening slightly and pupils narrowed to slits as his large frame would attempt to shove her back.
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walk "talk." thought​

penned by helly​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 12 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Watching the two warriors stand off is enough to have peri skittering back, taken off guard as he is - blue gaze widens and lands upon badgermoon, as though begging the deputy to do something, to step in. It's bad enough, he thinks, to be surrounded by clanmates so willing to go to war and others lives over prey and insults, but to fight each other? Ears flatten and tail tucks as he falls back, breath turning ragged. He can't- he can't be here. He slips away on hurried paws, all but fleeing the scene.

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