So I crave, crave // Hunting Patrol

[Gooseberry]

Gooseberry leads his assigned patrol in the opposite direction as Horseplace, not wanting to run into any of the refugees without Sootstar’s direct call for action. He might have enjoyed the carnage from their battle, but even he feels the need to wind down before anything else crazy happens. Here’s hoping that they don’t run into any danger while hunting for food and herbs, and bring enough resources back also.

When they get a fair enough distance away, he stops in his tracks, taking a quick scan around before addressing the rest of the party. “Cottonpaw, let any of the rest of us know if we can do something to aid in your search. The upcoming days will not be an easy time for you, after all. Otherwise, let’s do our best.” Gooseberry nods, pupils narrowing as he searches for something to hunt.

// OOC : @PEONYPAW @HARRIERSTRIPE @cottonpaw​

 

[PEONYBREEZE]

❀༉˖° The absence of his mentor was ever-present, but Peonypaw trudged on anyway. He didn't think that Rattleheart should be here, or that Sootstar should have given him someone else to take over - he was at the end of his apprentice moons and he didn't necessarily need any more hand holding. He was just glad to have been picked for a patrol by the new deputy, and even if it wouldn't be as action-packed as he imagined some of the other ones would be, this was important. They had to fill their bellies somehow. Less cats meant less mouths to feed, but it also gave them less claws and teeth to hunt with.

Peonypaw nodded as Gooseberry turned to Cottonpaw, agreeing with him. At least Cottonpaw was still here.

He parted his jaws in an attempt to catch any scents, but as far as he was concerned, there was nothing to track.

"Can't smell a thing," he grumbled, tipping his head to glance at Harrierstripe. "Got more luck than me?"

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