SO CALL ME WHEN THE WORLD LOOKS BLEAK ✿ hunting patrol

[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

White dusted every leaf, cloaked every rock. Even the evergreen of the pines was snuffed out by the snow. With a shake of her pelt, Daisyflight looked to those behind her. "Perhaps we should hunt in the trees today mm? Avoid the cold between our paws”

Likely a fruitless effort in truth. Leafbare was terribly effective at pressing chill past even the thickest of pelts. It was sharpest on her scars, despite her best efforts to smooth fur over them. She hated the way it made everything wet, forcing a more disciplined grooming routine. It was for the best though, she’d rather groom after every outing than fall prey to sickness.

Claws gripped ice-dead moss, pulling the warrior high up into the treetops. While the wind cut more keenly, the cloistered branches provided protection against it while walking the widest of the pine boughs. Daisyflight kept a careful eye on her companions as they followed, eager to avoid any accidents.

/ birds have been confirmed to be extremely sparse this leafbare. As it’s still early on, we can say that this is one of the first patrols that learns of this scarcity. this thread is also pre- fig injury :,)
@TWITCHPAW @FIGPAW @TALLULAHWING @CRIMSONBITE @Grapejuice ​

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[FIGFEATHER]

"Hunting any other way is lame anyways!" Figpaw cheers and without giving anyone a moment to vocalize their opinion she's racing to the trunk of a tree. Translucent claws grip into the bark and very swiftly she ascends the tree, she might be fast and an exceptional tree climber for her age but she still was not the most elegant and was prone to making mistakes. Tallulahwing no doubt was working with her to correct them.

Figpaw forces herself to walk and leap through the trees at a moderate pace, rather than flying through them like she typically enjoyed doing. Not only was her mother on this patrol but her mentor as well, she seeks to make them and the other warriors of SkyClan proud. "I smell a squirrel!" She exclaims in a hushed tone, "It's scent runs along the tree," the tree who carried the branch she stood on.

"Think its up there? In that hole?"​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 11/30

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 7 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ IDK HER SEXUALITY I LIED . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[TALLULAHWING]

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The fluffy torbie lets her apprentice and the lead warrior's daughter scale the branches ahead of her, pale yellow eyes luminous in the wintry gloom. She doesn't often verbalize it, but she's impressed with Figpaw's climbing abilities every time she sees the red tabby display them. Her limbs are quick, claws placed just so, sinking delicately into the bark without marring the surface too much. It's a skill Tallulahwing has never needed to flesh out -- Figpaw was born a climber.

The daylight warrior trails her, listening for the cracks in the branches that may indicate prey. She's not seen nor scented a single bird since their ascent, but Figpaw murmurs that she scents a squirrel.

Tallulahwing tilts her head up. There is indeed a neat little hole in the wood, a perfect den for a squirrel. She nods, licking her chops. "Sure is a squirrel if I ever done smelled one." Lightning-quick, she darts to the thick base of the trunk, preparing to scale her way to the nest -- but her movements jostle the branches, and a thin reddish-gray creature darts out, fleeing her outstretched claws.

"Oh, fox-dung!" She cries, wobbling slightly on her perch. "Don't let it get away, y'all!" It'd been the first hint of prey all day!.

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[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

Watching her daughter alight along the branches, skipping like an open flame, inspired a comfortable smile on Daisyflight's face. Figpaw fit up here. A small squall of pride whipped, the knowledge that her children belonged here, in the forest, so obviously buoying that good mood.

Their half-grace walk through the treetops was quiet awhile, the lack of avian prey muffling the landscape up high. Instead of the usual clamour of wings and squawks, it was all wind and snow that dropped from the needle quivers. At the call of squirrel scent, the calico loped closer. A couple of branches over she watched the mentor and apprentice pair, content to let them do their work. "Good spot! Claws crossed it hasn't wandered far."

Then Tallulahwing sprung into action, the crack of adrenaline in the air spurred Daisyflight to match it. A lithe scrap wove between the other warrior's paws, long tail roping around the tree trunk with infuriating deftness. Too far to give proper chase, she resigned to keeping it within reach of her clanmates. A heavy jump had her sweeping a semicircle around the group, forcing the prey in a more predictable direction. Her thick tail knocked plumes of foliage as the squirrel faltered for a moment, uncertain. The shower of frost reinforced the perimeter and it fell into line.

A triumphant trill preceded her orders, the prospect of food brought back to camp an exciting thought. "It's all yours Figpaw! You're quick enough-"
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