The land is rogue, skies are too ☾ Night patrol

Haretooth

The Danse Macabre
Apr 28, 2024
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"INDELIBLE IS WHAT I NEED TO SPREAD THE WORD."

The moon had long taken its place in the sky when it was time to leave for the patrol. it, along with the stars, gives them enough illumination to be able to see. “We’ll head west, towards the Carrionplace.” He declared, wanting to ensure everyone was aware of the plan he had decided on yesterday. Absentmindedly Haretooth glanced up at the moon again, he always wondered if it was a conduit for something, since the stars in StarClan consisted of deceased warriors then could anything be attributed to the moon?

A guardian of sorts, perhaps. Hopefully this silvery guardian would give guidance to them tonight, be the bane of any predator that could be in the area. With a scowl he ponders what could be stalking the lands, hopefully a lack of frogs if their efforts had any overall effect on the ecosystem. What would become of ShadowClan afterwards? Would there be little to show for moons at a time in terms of food after such a boon? That was just something the clan was going to have to stumble in blind though, he’d rather tight rations then worry about predators crossing into their camp.

“We should stay close to one another, if there is a threat out here then I’d rather us deal with being clustered than something out there picking off stragglers.” He thought that his suggestion was simple. Though it could be seen as equally unwise to be so close, he didn’t particularly care for a rebuttal though. With a flick of his tail he stalked forward, keeping an ear out for any footfall that didn’t belong to the patrol and any wayward scents. "As soon as anyone smells, hears or spots anything make it known to the rest of us" truthfully the tom didn't believe that should be something said out loud. Common sense should be well implemented into these cats by now, even the apprentices. Yet, it never hurts to take precautions.

@Swansong @Valleysong @Snowpaw. @sneezepaw

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[ ༻❄༺ ] With the worrying prowl of looming predators, it felt nice to help in some way even if the apprentice had to risk their life. They shifted closer to Swansong among the presence feeling more comfortable in the molly's wake compare to the other while yellow gaze cautiously scanned their horizon. The moon's glow dancing of his as well as his pale friend's form and he wondered if they would be dawned over by a predator. Would they be able to handle it? Swallowpaw was the youngest in their group and still lacked experience, while he couldn't say much about Haretooth nor Valleysong.

But he nodded when Haretooth gave his instructions and took a deep breath in to drink in the scents around him, trying to dig through the mucking stink the carrionplace carried. And reach beyond the croaking sound of the frogs, only to hear nothing. Yet a stale fox scent caught his nose and his ear twitched before looking at the others. "stale" he commented, though even if it had been stale it does not mean it wasnt here, there was still a chance it was looming by, readying to strike which was something this group could not afford to have.

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  • Snowpaw He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
    Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
    Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
    see battle info here
    penned by Ryn@/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆  Paws trace across the ground of the carrionplace, the rank and familiar smell flooding their senses. She does not mind it as many of her clanmates do; the land of decaying things can be quite a wonderous place if only you have the stomach for it. They think fondly of the gift that fate had given them for Poppypaw, all strewn fluff and ribbon. But ah, she must not get ditracted. Her mind slowly course-corrects from its wandering. It seems so hard to keep it on track, these days.

An ear swivels to hear Haretooth's directions, and she offers little more than a silent nod. Her paws are silent, her mouth clamped shut - she will not speak without need. No sense in alerting any predators. Snowpaw's voice echoes soon after: stale. Yes, stale scents all around... She pulls away from the rest of the patrol slightly, wandering paws trailing after a fresher scent. "I smell... Over here..." Her tail beckons the others closer. "Dog, maybe? Or, no, fox..." Her nose is keen, used to digging through the garbage of the carrionplace. Her voice comes in an urgent whisper. "Fresh, very fresh... It's..." It's been here recently, she's certain. There's tracks upon the mud, she sees now, and --

Swansong looks up. "Oh," they breathe softly. It's not too far away, glaring from a corner of the dumy. Dark eyes are blown wide, exposing the whites. It curls in on itself, curls its lip in turn. Ears press flat against its head, and she can nearly smell the fear radiating off the thing.

Fox. She was right.

They freeze, do not turn to look at the rest of the patrol. "Keep still... Keep quiet..." Hardly a murmur. The fox stares her down, and Swansong scarcely dares breathe. "It has already seen us..." But it does not attack, does not move. It stares her down, body curled around - her eyes flick downward - the half-rotted corpse of a rat.

Perhaps their plan had worked then. This fox seems desperate.

  • // swan's found a fox!! it's frightened and not aggressive, but will defend itself if approached
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  • SWANSONG ⋆⁺₊ ⁺₊⋆ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, thirteen moons.
    a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
    dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
    halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.