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Nightdust

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Nightdust had his eyes fixed on a crow that was sifting through the orange and yellow leaves that were beginning to cover the forest floor. It hadn't noticed him; he'd strategically placed himself downwind, beside a large and poofy bush that masked most of his physical form. Catching mice and squirrels was fine and all, but catching something larger? That might actually soothe the ache in his heart that had him feeling not good enough for his Clan, however temporarily.

The crow teetered in his direction, beady eyes focused on something. As it began pecking at it, Nightdust made his move. Leaping out from beside the bush, he attempted to hook his claws into the wings of the black bird. If he could pin its wings to its sides, it wouldn't be able to escape.

At least, that was the plan. But, plans often don't go as we think they will.

Nightdust managed to hook one paw into the crow's left wing, but his right paw missed by a whisker-length. Hissing in frustration, Nightdust lurched back in time to avoid a strike from the crow's beak. The bird must have decided that trying to flee was the better option over trying to fight back again, because it flapped its wings with vigor in an attempt to take to the sky.

Nightdust still had a paw's worth of claws dug into the crow's wing, hindering it enough that it was only able to get a tail-length off the ground. He tried to get a better grip on it, but with the way the thing was flailing, it certainly wasn't easy.

Frustrated, he tried to throw himself forward and close his jaws around the crow's neck. His teeth snapped down on empty air as the crow twisted its body in time to avoid his attempt to kill.
 
Raccoonstripe's plan had been to snag something tasty for his kits — his excursion to Sunningrocks for water vole had left him empty-pawed, and now as he meanders through the forest, he hears the terrible squawking of a large bird. He ducks through the undergrowth, dark brown eyes gleaming as Nightdust's speckled paw pinned the offending crow's wing to its breast. The bird twists just out of the warrior's grasp as he tries to land his killing blow, however.

The tabby's fur lights along his spine with adrenaline. He rushes forward, his teeth bared; he makes a clean-enough leap, his paws sinking through the bird's flurry of feathers as it struggles to evade him.

He's not quick enough, either — the thing just manages to fight its way out from between his claws, and though its wing is mangled at this point, Raccoonstripe can see it's trying to flex it to take flight away from the poor pair of predators who've tried to pin it down. "Mousedung!" He hisses.

  • ooc: rolled a 2 .. he wasn't catching nothin
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  • Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
    — "speech”, thoughts, attack
    — 45 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
    — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
    — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
    — currently mated to Nightbird.
    — penned by Marquette.

    lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.


 

Stars, some prey had a fighting spirit- this crow was certainly one of them! She caught the flurry of shadow slipping from Nightdust's grasp- crouched in the undergrowth, a distance away, Thundergleam's eyes widened. Well, destiny wrote a strange script sometimes... that it would not bid them dine on a crow felt odd. But when Racconstripe bounded forward and missed it too, Thundergleam began to believe this bird had some divine immunity.

Prey for ThunderClan, that was her only plan. To provide, as she had been lead here to do ... contribute, save. As good as any warrior could, until the day came that she transcended them all. Perhaps she would outdo them today, then?

Deft, practiced paws chased after it- she pounced, but perhaps its senses were heightened from the barrage that had already collided unsuccessfully into it, for the moment she jumped, the bird took flight... and flew directly into her face, bashing her on the nose and sending her careening off balance.

"Oh- ow!" she exclaimed, managing to maintain some composure by not invoking StarClan's name upon the little shadowy beast ... but the ache of her nose had her crouching, vision dark in the sudden pain.
penned by pin ☾
 

[ ༻ ☼ ༺ ] Fadingpaw's spark for hunting had all but vanished when she had become an apprentice. The thought of taking even the smallest of lives had saddened the girl deeply so she did anything to avoid hunting, even if it meant to distract herself with other things. This hunting patrol had been no different, and yet for once Fadingpaw had tried to put in some form of effort for the sake of her mentor, yet even the girl had missed... well, "missed." When the bird had escaped from the grasp of Nightdust, Racconstripe had come from the rear in an attempt to catch it, and then Thundergleam who in the process had hurt herself.

When that happened the girl forgot about the crow completely making a swift bound movement towards Thundergleam with a worried look glimmering the molly's eyes, "Thundergleam! Are you alright? Should I fetch Gentlestorm?" the girl chirped in concern, her gaze nervously looking around her, having allowed the crow to escape completely for the next cat to make their attempt at it. She only hoped Leafhusk wouldn't scold her later for deciding to look after her clanmate first over caring if they caught the creature in the first place.

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  • Fadingpaw She/Her, Apprentice of Thunderclan, 8 moons.
    Stocky short flame point tabby she-cat with blue eyes and stubby tail, one floppy ear
    Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
    see battle info here
    penned by Ryn@/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.


mentor tag @leafhusk , rolled a 2 ))