STAY HUNGRY [ ✦ ] patrol

[Bluepool]

Bluepool is annoyed. So far, this patrol has not been going well for her. Already she has stumbled and nearly fallen twice, her paws catching on stray roots that she is no longer used to having to avoid. Each time it has happened she grunts but she says not a word and a look cast in her parties direction dares them to say anything on the matter. Perhaps they would have similar struggles though. "I could never live permanently in such a place" she comments. Perhaps they were feeling much the same. Hopefully, they would be able to retake the moors soon.

Homesickness tugs at her heart when finally they make it to the border. It has only been a day away but already she feels the pull of those gently rolling fields. She is not here to daydream about racing through meadows though, she is there on business. She only spares one last glance at the horizon before she turns her attention back to her patrol. "We'll walk along here for a bit, keep an eye out for anything out of place" were the rogues protective of the border like they had been? She wonders.

They are not walking long when they come upon something. Scraps of bone and fur rest in the grass just within the border. The smell of blood and prey is what lures her forward and she calls to the rest of the patrol. "Come check this out" she parts the grass with one paw and reveals a hare, it stinks of rogue but it is only partially eaten. "So much waste..." she says, her voice mournful as her stomach rumbles. "What do you guys think Do we take it back with us or do we leave it?" Perhaps it was a trap, or perhaps it was a manner of pride. Would they stoop so low as to take another cats scraps? The hunger in her belly says yes they could but she knows the blow her ego would take and she looks around, wary of any enemies lurking in the tall grass.

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OOC NOTES . ✦ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : — Rev has kindly given us a prompt! 'your patrol comes across signs of a recent hunt. Though the rogues are not in the immediate vicinity, they have left the remains of a rabbit near the border, unburied and only hald-eaten. Pride be damned stomachs begin to growl as tempers flare. What's more important? Pride, prey, or the threat of nearby rogues?
  patrol member tags: @VENOMSTRIKE @FOGBOUND and @redpaw
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  ➵ she / her
  ➵ WindClan lead warrior & moor runner
  ➵ single
  
  

  

  - - a small, silver tabby she cat with short fur a cropped tail and yellow eyes
  ↪ toyhouse [ ✦ ]
  
  - - Reckless. Impulsive. Spontaneous. These are all the words that may come to mind if asked to describe Bluepool. She is an incredibly loyal cat who loves her family, her friends, and her clan fiercely. She is well known for her outspoken behavior, often just speaking whatever is on her mind or diving into things without really stopping to consider the consequences of her actions first. Once she has set her mind on something it is difficult to get her to change it.
  ↪ ESTP-A 'the entrepreneur'
  
  ➵ skilled fighter ; decent hunter
  ➵ SOOT CLAW X PEBBLE BREEZE; sister to sootstar and mintshade
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[REDHEART]

Redpaw's steps felt heavier with each painful movement. The brutal encounter with the rogue had left him battered and sore, and he couldn't help but worry about the long-term effects on his body. His back ached, and he winced whenever a jolt of pain shot through him, making the journey even more challenging.

The debris littering the unfamiliar territory only added to his discomfort. He carefully maneuvered around branches and divots, doing his best to prevent any further damage. Each step was a struggle, but he pressed on.

As they approached the border alongside Windclan territory, he felt a wave of nostalgia. He remembered the days when this place was filled with racing and playful tussles. Now it was marred by the scent of blood, the presence of rogues, and the grim reality of their situation. Redpaw strained his senses, searching for any sign of movement or sound as they walked along it.

Beside his mentor he glanced at Bluepool's from behind as she ushered them forth. Heading her call he peered into the grasses at the abandoned prey whe felt a mixture of hunger pangs and nerves. The scent of meat was a tantalizing temptation, especially when hunger gnawed at all their bellies. But he couldn't ignore the uncertainty surrounding the situation.

Frowning, his gaze seemed conflicted as he considered the options. Bluepool had suggested they take the food, and it made sense given their desperate state. But doubts crept into his mind. "I don't think it's something we should bring back." He began hesitantly. "This just seems out of place."

He wanted to trust his instincts, but hunger had dulled the ability to make clear decisions. Stomach rolling, and for a moment, he considered letting his guard down and expressing the longing for food. But he resisted the urge, keeping his whining thoughts to himself.​

 

[FOGBOUND]

your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

It had taken some getting used to, maneuvering with what little elegance he had through the dense forest with a wound that had yet to be checked, ichor beading to the surface, staining the flesh dark red. He huffed, annoyance dancing across ruby optics, picking his way after the lead warrior who didn’t seem to have the time of her life.

For once, Fogbound remained silent, swallowing the relentless teasing so soon after being driven from their camp. He would have pulled an air of charm, regardless if he was meant with fire or a cold shoulder, Fogbound was never one to care much about their reactions. Of course, that didn’t mean he would be cruel if they became uncomfortable. He might be an asshole, but he wasn’t entirely cold-hearted.

At Bluepool’s call, the smokey tom padded forward, humming thoughtfully. He peered at the messy scraps left behind, a scowl present on handsome features. It was clear enough that these rogues respected nothing, leaving the mangled rabbit near their border was a loud enough statement. “No point, my lady.” He rumbled, gaze narrowed. “It may as well be a trap, leading them right to us.” He finished, baring his teeth in rapidly growing annoyance.

“It is a shame they wasted such prey, but what can we expect from soulless parasites.” He sighed pitifully. ​

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[VENOMSTRIKE]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Venomstrike walks along with the rest of his patrol and his ears flick back thinking about living in Sandy Hollow while the rogues basically took over Windclan's territory. It was frustrating to say the least and he gave an irritated flick of his ear deciding to remain silent throughout the patrol and was attentive of their surroundings. It wasn't long until Bluepool found the remains of a half eaten rabbit and his pupils narrow wondering if it was a trap of sorts, she asks if they should take it or leave it and it seems everyone is being sensible.

"Wasteful... But I agree with Fogbound and my apprentice. It would be best to leave it," The large moorrunner had his fill of rogues and was quite sick of them to say the least, the fur along his back prickling upwards as he wonders if they're watching them and ready to strike.

➷ HELL AND HIGH WATER, TO LAY HERE TOGETHER

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  ⁀➷ 44 moons old
  ⁀➷ windclan moor runner
  ⁀➷ bisexual homoromantic; single; padding after rattleheart
  ⁀➷ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ⁀➷ med difficultly in combat; relies on brute strength and his ability to quickly strike
  ⁀➷ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ⁀➷ penned by bosstaurus

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