TITAN〘 CHIPS 〙ˊˎ﹤

[SUNNVAR]

Of the many great things WindClan may boast of — their closeness to the stars, the plentifulness of prey in their burrows — with their territory comes an ever-looming threat. The Furred-Heads hover just beyond reach, their beasts that may very well spell death for any cat, should they be left without those creatures' guiding holds. Sunstride is no stranger to ferocious beasts, nor is he afraid of them. What he is however, is cautious– within reason. When their noises bray across the cold leaf-bare's morn, the warrior's eyes are quick to seek out whatever shape may be intruding. Be it one of their bare-faced kits, or the horses and dogs that they care for, he does all that he ay to ensure they will not come too close.

But with these twolegs, as the WindClanners call them, comes a measure of chaos. A taste of it, bitter-blood upon the tongue. They cannot prepare for everything. This– this is most certainly not what he had expected. HIs hunt had taken him closer to the horseplace than he would normally care to come, yet it seems that the mice have strayed closer to the dens. The wind carries their scent, and a sound. A...crinkle? A crunch. A scraping of something alongside snow, and then comes the sight: a piece of dandelion-honey-sunshine, tumbling along the barrier of the strange enclosures they have built.

And then, with a sound that conveys a panic he cannot put to words, there comes the galloping of hooves. Snow dusts up into the air in frantic kicks as the great beast turns and flees from the fence where its nose had been idly buried to the snow. Hot breaths fog the air and drift to join the clouds far above their heads, and that little piece of yellow does nothing more than toddle along. Sunstride's body had dipped to a low crouch in the moments between understanding. The fur of his bely brushes into the cold, and his paws have flexed to the solid ground. He expects it to be deadly, this thing that had scared off a horse. But as it finds itself pressed to an ill-maintained gap of the fence, flexing futilely in its attempt to escape, all that it does is...crinkle.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[Juniperfrost]

Horseplace was probably one of his least favorite areas to hunt or patrol because he was not fond of the smell nor the proximity to two-legs and their bothersome barn cats. Excusing the fact several of their members were once farmer ratters, he didn't think very highly of the ones who still milled about and left themselves at the mercy of the upwalking creatures. At least kittypets knew where their loyalties lay. Barncats were loners accepting handouts.
Juniperfrost's gait had slowed as he padded along, the crunch of snow underfoot and chill in the air keeping him focused on his task. Often times the rabbits roamed closer to this area in search of the same freebies that inticed the barn cats; easy access to food though the rodents were less tolerable than a kept cat.
It was the horses in the distance stirring up a fuss that caught his attention first and the bright sunset and spotted form of the other warrior drew his eye in when nothing else on this stark landscape struck him as particularly threatening. Then why were those beasts stomping about in such a frenzy?
Tail raised in greeting as he got closer, finally the strange sound caught his ears and they fell flat.

His fur bristled, rising up into icy pinpricks as he crouched in the limpid dying grass, spotting the source of the noise from a distance and wondering if the other had any idea of the purpose of that strange rippling sheen of yellow that cracked like crisp autumnal leaves beneath a paw.
"What in the hell is that." It's a question, but its clipped and shortened; bursting from him as a statement in a rare display of impulsive intrusive thoughts escaping.

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[Badgermoon]

If he was to be honest, he didn't really know why he had drawn near to the Horseplace; he had watched one of the Twolegs tend to its beasts relatively recently, and all had been quiet on that front as far as he was concerned - minus whatever that hideous, colorful thing had been. And yet here he was again, skirting along the edges of the fence and breathing deeply, searching for any of the fat barn mice which had eluded the equally fat barn cats and strayed onto WindClan land. Like Sunstride and Juniperfrost, though, he was having no luck - and like both of his Clanmates, he was startled by the sudden excitement of the horse, and after a long pause he padded over, head lower to the ground and tail lashing in suspicion as he edged up to stand with his fellow toms. They're watching something, that becomes clear, and it's not the horse - rather, he realizes, it's a vividly colored ... something. "I...don't think it's alive." the bicolor cat said after a long pause, yellow eyes pinned to the chip bag. "It looks like...a big, strange leaf, from the brightest days of leaf-fall." but, as their empty bellies and cold paws so kindly reminded them, it was leaf-bare now. So what was it? And where, exactly, had it come from? Was it more Twoleg junk? Was it something devised by sinister minds in other Clans? Perhaps it's SkyClan's doing. thought Badgermoon with a flash of irritation. They're friendly enough with Twolegs, eh?​

 

[Irispath]

He didn't want to be out here with Juniperfrost here, but he had heard the weird noise from the nearby burrow. He was going to stay put, but hearing him confused made him curious. So he crawled out from his tunnel and joined the others, preferring to stay by Sunstride.

He saw the strange thing.... Weird. What was it? He approached it hesitantly.....

..........

He gave it a sniff.

..........

"What do we do with it?" He asked either of the two warriors.

As if to respond to him, the bag was freed from it's post by a breeze, and Yewberry happened to be it's victim. It smacked him right in the face!

"AH-!"

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[Firefang]

Twolegs were a complete enigma, they were more unpredictable then the most savage fox and she'd say more dangerous too - sure she'd never heard of them maiming a cat but she'd heard plenty of stories snuggled up against the fur of her mothers belly listening to story upon story of cats being captured by twolegs and never being seen or heard from again. On top of that they made use of all manners of beasts from their roaring monsters that thundered on ahead that could crush even the strongest warrior or their stinking dogs - their horses however she doesn't know what to think of and if she'd have saw the sight Sunstride had seen of the great beasts fleeing from something that never so much as had a pulse to begin with she'd find it hard to take them as seriously as some of the warriors did. For all she knew they only stayed on their side of the fence never crossing it and never posing much danger, they were just immense and scarly looking that was it - height didn't mean everything something that all windclanner knew all to well.

She had not been having much luck tracking much of anything out in the barren snowscape that was once her beloved moor, the one stale scent she'd found had led her to a dead end; to the horseplace where she refused to enter - she knew better then to do anything more then watch and even then it was a fleeting thing she would always avoid this place whenever she could but lately she found herself coming closer and closer to it, even the idea of hunting rats seemed appetizing to her even if she knew better then to try and well she still had her pride as a windclanner! She found strangely that more and more of her clanmates were venturing around this border lately, the scents she picks up nearby are those of their deputy and a few of the other warriors it was far to big of a group to be a hunting patrol - so what exactly were they doing? Just mucking about? She doubts it, as she comes closer she makes out the form of Juniperfrost and knows if he was around he wouldn't allow any of his clanmates to fool around especially not the warriors of the clan. As she comes over to snoop her maw opens about to call out when suddenly something strange gets picked up by the breeze, her fur stands up but as soon as it does the strange thing comes smacking into the ever unfortunate Yewberry's face.
The tension in her muscles releases ❝Krrr❞ an intake of breath through her fangs before her head throws itself back as a loud bout of racous laughter roars from her ❝KRAHAHAHA! WOW Yewberry got taken out by a whatever that thing is AHAHAHA!❞ whatever danger it presented seemed to have been dispelled to her, it was just some harmless twoleg thingy most likely. ❝You look SOOO stupid ahah❞ her chuckling simmers down but it's clear she's trying to force it down remembering that well she was the only apprentice here now - surrounded by so many cats who had much more power then she did. ​

( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )

 

[SMOKESTEP]

TAGS — Smokepaw hadn't been out by the horseplace as much as he had been underneath it- but when the thundering began, he'd known to exit the tunnels as quickly as possible. He wouldn't tolerate another cave-in, but he wouldn't be caught dead in one, either. When he emerges into the frost-white landscape, it's a complete reversal of the pitch-dark world he'd just been dwelling in. Smokepaw squeezes his bright amber eyes shut, ears swiveling as he picks up the sound of the horses braying and stamping. The yarn in his heart begins to loop into a frustrated tangle. If those beasts kept up their panic, there'd surely be consequences underground. Once he can open his eyes again, the small apprentice makes his way towards his fellow WindClanners, blank expression only slightly tinged with annoyance.

His bright gaze flicks from the mysteriously shiny leaf to the warriors that surround him. Juniperfrost doesn't seem to have a clue about the thing, nor does Badgermoon, and when Yewberry is smacked in the face by it, Smokepaw can't help the twitch of a smile at his lips. It's nothing compared to Firepaw's braying laughter, but it clearly can't be too dangerous. "Some sort of twoleg plant?" he suggests in monotone, building off of Badgermoon's earlier observance. The kitten in him wants to stalk it and pounce, to bat at it just to see what might happen, but he remains stoically uninvolved for the sake of preserving his pride. He casts a sidelong glance to Firepaw, ears twitching as he subconsciously compares her to himself. Surely the warriors present would see that he takes his position much more seriously than she ever did.
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[Badgermoon]

Somehow, he wasn't surprised that it was Yewberry getting 'attacked' by an inanimate object. Granted, it wasn't really his fault - whatever it was, it was clearly light enough to be moved by the wind. He had just gotten unlucky. Then again...Badgermoon could have almost predicted that it would be the anxious tunneler who would have that stroke of bad luck. "Hold on, Yewberry." certainly he would not have ever volunteered one of his warriors for an experiment, but now that he had inadvertently been a guinea pig, the bicolor tom wasn't worried about touching it anymore, as it seemed to be causing no harm but the shock of its 'assault'. He trotted forward and did his best to paw the bag off of the other tom's face, trying to pin it to the ground. It didn't hurt to the touch - simply crinkled even more loudly.

The black-and-white tom tsk'd his tongue at Firepaw's uproarious laughter, though it was not an especially harsh noise. In a tone that toed the line between stern and contemplative, he meowed, "Firepaw, manners, please." she kind of had a point - poor Yewberry did look sort of foolish with the weird Twoleg leaf on his face - but he wasn't going to say that out loud. A good warrior was a respectful warrior, in his mind; or, at least, respectful to their Clanmates. His ear twitched at Smokepaw's flat-toned question and he huffed a little bit in agreement. "Twolegs seem to have an endless number of strange objects, and this thing reeks of them." Badgermoon sniffed the bag and his lip curled. "At least it doesn't seem dangerous. You alright, Yewberry?" he wanted to ensure that the weird rustling leaf thing hadn't hurt him - and that the young ex-tunneler's mockery hadn't stung too much. At least just one apprentice is making fun of him. thought the deputy wearily, glancing at Smokepaw.​