STREAM THROUGH BLUE SKIES ˚⊹♡ hunting patrol

[ODDGLEAM]

The shade of pines draped over what little light through the canopy; Oddgleam's gaze trailed at the broken sun rays, as his nose twitched with the barrage of prey scent that whiffed towards him and his hunting patrol he was leading. He is still quite shocked that Figfeather asked him to gather his own hunting party, it was... strange for him to lead.

With the prey being more active with the changing seasons, the young warrior doesn't mind this task one bit. Copper eyes shift towards the shrubbery, as his stride halts to a stop his tail twitching as his maw parts. There's prey near... This should be a good place to start.

"We'll split off here, and meet back up once we catch something to bring back." He tells the rest of the patrol with a nod of his head, a mismatched ear swivel and flick. The feathered calico turns his attention to the sounds of the rustling pine forest.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

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  OPTIONAL PROMPT: The patrol comes across some interesting plants. do they tell their clan's healer?

• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( LIKE HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan warrior.
  ⸝⸝ non-binary ; HE / THEY ; 17 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ bi-pan / polyamorous / mated to crowsight & owlheart
  ♡ pretty, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, ac7d88" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[BEECHDAPPLE]

● beechdapple acts as the caboose for this hunting patrol, lumbering behind the rest as they traverse deeper into the territory until oddgleam reaches an area deemed suitable for today's task and after bidding a quick good luck to the rest of her patrolmates the she-cat soon disappears into a random direction.

lofty paws carry her down an undetermined path, tufted ears sitting high atop her crown and pink nose twitching in search for any recent scents of prey and it isn't long untill she picks up on something. beechdapple follows after the invisible trail which leads her to spot a robin in the distance, back turned and focused on pulling out grubs from the earth. perfect. falling easily into a hunters crouch the calico begins to close the gap between her and the avian, mismatched eyes narrowing in focus. with muscles tensed, beechdapple sprung out with outstretched claws and landed squarely atop her unsuspecting prey which squawked in surprise before falling silent after a well placed bite.

beechdapple plucks her kill from the forest floor, a pleased purr rolling briefly within her throat before beginning the trek back yet still keeping an eye out incase something else comes along that could be snatched up. ​

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[SILVERSMOKE]

Dispersing from the main body of the patrol, Silversmoke soon found himself chasing long-lost scents and birds that had seen him coming from a mile away. Failure after failure landed upon the spotted tabby's shoulders, driving his posture to further shrivel in on itself like a drying grape. After a successful catch of a squirrel the other day, he'd thought his hunting curse to be over.

Then, twigs snapped beneath him, covered so much by leaf-fall litter that he hadn't even realised they were there. Tufted ears pinned back in exasperation - well, that had likely scared away anything else around him.

Grumbles and curses escaped beneath Silversmoke's breath as he trudged ever onwards, spotting faraway glimpses of Oddgleam and Beechdapple darting between the trees. Something hung from the latter's maw that made him feel a childish envy and quickly, he forced his gaze away. It was pure luck that his odd eyes first settled upon a patch of white flowers. He did a double take towards them before squinting in faint recollection of them. They looked a little like daisies, but different in their stems, with leaves that almost seemed to shoot outwards like the ones he'd seen upon ThunderClan's oaks.

He watched his son's partner and, content they weren't stalking anything, raised his tail above his head. "Oddgleam," he called out quietly, swishing the appendage to call the other over. When and if the calico was close enough, Silversmoke would step aside to show off the patch of flowers - feverfew, though the warrior would have little reason to know its name. "You're closer to the medicine cats than me." He stared a moment, ears twitching as if fighting back a flinch. Pregnancy, and Fireflyglow's former brother-in-law being Crowsight, were the only reasons for that - it didn't make them close at all. "Is this something they could find useful?"
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[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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It wasn’t often that Quill made a complete and total ass of himself in front of his clanmates. It wasn’t unheard of, but for the most part he was a cat with his shit together who knew what he was doing.

So being completely outmatched by a squirrel was a fucking embaressment- especially when the little furball not only outmaneuvered him so hard that he faceplanted, but tore a damn claw in the process as well.

”Ow.” he monotone as he sat up, glancing down at his bleeding paw with an unimpressed look before glaring up at the tree his quarry was now hiding in. He was debating on whether or not to scale the tree after it just to wipe that shitty little look off it’s face it would shit itself if it realised he could climb up there after it but Silversmokes voice caught his attention instead.

”Never seen those ones before.” he noted as he made his way over, favoring one of his front paws, but just a bit.
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skyclan - male - 30 months (Feb 17th) - mated to Twitchbolt - a very tall, muscular chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.

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