something for the stomach | carrion

[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Since the whole argument with Heronpaw she has been avoiding interactions. Mostly because of how Robinheart reacted. To the young molly it was not her business to be involved in and she still believes that. As a lead warrior she can handle it without someone else needing to butt in. She didn't ask for anyone's help nor did she feel like she needed it. To make matters worse or maybe not so much Iciclefang also chimed in, backing her words to make Heronpaw actually listen to her. The apprentice gave her much more respect and obedience. What is wrong with her? She is in this position because she earned it, is she not? Her claws scrap against the dry icy around as she walks and she tries not to let her emotions blare out. Perhaps instead of being emotional she should hold it back, think. Her eyes lift up as she searches the skies and she notices the sight of larger birds swirling high up in the air. Her muzzle picks up the scent of something and she quickly starts to walk forward, her paws pressing down the snow with a hungry growl in her stomach.

It doesn't take long before she gets a good scent to follow a trail and her eyes alight upon the corpse. A dead crow and how long it has been dead she doesn't know. But for her clan it is still food. Her maw opens and she tries to see if she scents something off about it. It doesn't smell acrid nor like rot and so she picks up the bird by the neck and starts to make her way back to camp.​

 

[TIGERSPLASH.]

tigersplash had been off solo hunting as well that morning -- with the ever-decreasing temperatures, even her most water-inclined clanmates were flinching back from hunting in the water-filled nooks and crannies of boulders by the river, and tigersplash hadn't been particularly keen on having to convince someone to get their paws wet with her, so she had gone alone. she's happier with a water-logged pelt, even if her paws were almost numb now from the biting, soaking cold of the water, and she had at least managed to fish out a couple of small voles for her trouble -- even if they were skin and bones.

catch in her mouth, she detects the slightly stronger scent telling her one of her clanmates was close by as she nears camp, and soon she hears rustling before midnightash emerges. she nods her head in greeting, dropping her own catch briefly to address the lead warrior. "had some luck today?" she asks rhetorically, smiling as she nods at the crow in her jaw. from here, all she could smell was still the woody, earthy scent of the voles that clung to her nose, and the crumpled shape of black feathers don't seem any different from normal freshkill.

"ah, i say this every leafbare, but i can't wait for it to get warmer again," she says with a forlorn sigh as she reaches to pick her catch up again to continue the trek back to camp.

｡:ﾟ.°✧ DONT SUGARCOAT ME BABY

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• TIGERSPLASH (she/her/any) is a 26 moon old riverclan warrior with longhair chocolate/cinnamon fur with high white and amber eyes. she is the gen1 daughter of redfur and dawnflower.
  
  TAGS. penned by riyue. dm me on discord (xriyue) for plots.​

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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail treks away from camp, but funnily enough... in the same path of Midnightash and Tigersplash. He follows the path of paw prints in the snow, that made a clear path for him to pad along. He was hoping to have some luck today at the river— and if the river is frozen solid.... he'd hope StarClan would bless him with a mouse to catch. He pads forward, his olive green eyes landing onto his littermate first. It seems like the rivers must be thawing, He feels hope, at the sight of Tigersplash's catch in her maw.... maybe he'll follow her scent, to whatever river she was at.

His nostrils twitch, but he is unable to pick up the trail his sister took. Instead, a stronger scent clogs his nostrils, and before he can begin to wonder where that smell is coming from... his fellow lead warrior pads into view. Midnightash pads in the direction of camp behind him, and his eyes land onto the crow she holds in her jaw. Crow... they don't often find crows flying about in RiverClan territory. He can't smell any outside clan on her... nor does he see any fresh wounds on her pelt. ThunderClan certainly wouldn't let her steal without giving a fight, and he imagines their two other neighbors wouldn't be pleased either....

"....That's quite a r-rare find," He mews after his littermate, padding forward with a nod of greeting to both of the warriors. "I was a-about to go h-hunting myself," He murmurs as he pads forward towards Midnightash, and gives the dead grow a sniff. He raises an invisible eyebrow— he knows they don't often find crows, but their freshkill pile has seen the occasional bird on it. And those birds.... they didn't look in this rough of shape.

"...Did you c-catch this?" He decides to question his fellow lead warrior, uncertainty in his voice. It smells.... okay? But something about it looks off, and he feels worry in his chest. He knows the clan is hungry, they are all hungry.... but his stomach twists at the thought of a clanmate taking a bite of Midnightash's catch. "It d-doesn't look.... f-fresh to me." If someone eats this, they could get sick. And is that worth the risk?​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  27 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to rai for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Molten hues blind gently in acknowledgement to Tigersplash and her words. There is little pride in how she caught it but she did manage to bring something home at least. The molly holds conversation and she has to agree with the sentiment. With a gentle nod she places the crow down so that she can speak. "I can not agree more. This leafbare feels like the worst one yet." It is almost insufferable with how hungry everyone has gotten. Including he4self. Sometimes she finds herself just wanting to eat anything that she catches and be done with it. But her resolve is harder to break and she knows better. Picking the crow back up the molly begins to follow after the other towards camp when she picks up the scent of Foxtail. Her gaze cuts to him then, quiet but her gaze turns almost unnerving as he starts to question her about the crow. Did she catch it herself?

Her jaws tense then, pressing into the crow's throat with unnecessary force. Then she drops the bird down upon the ground. "Didn't you say you were about to go hunting? Or are you going to waste that time questioning about my find? I'm doing what I can and it has not been that long since dead. I'm sure." If Shadowclan can stomach such things them she is sure so can they.​