Toadally uncalled for || Chasing frogs

[Garlicheart]

There were entirely too many frogs around here! Garlicheart was minding her own business when she heard a squeak underfoot, having stepped on an unseen toad covered in mud. When she lifted her paw it hopped off, and from the corner of her eye, yet another toad was watching. Baring witness to her crime against its fellow. All these frogs and toads were fun at first, but now they were overwhelming. Chilledstar ordered them to destroy any frog eggs they find, but that felt mean. Garlicheart doesn't know how to be mean. You know what she does know how to do, though?

Chase frogs.

"HEY YOU! YEAH, I SEE YOU, TOAD! IM GONNA GET YOU! BETTER START RUNNING!!" She shouts, and pounces after the toad and any other frog in the vicinity. Which was a few....Were they watching her?

"RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

She was a master ruckus maker, and she drives the amphibians before her like a terrible beast terrorizing a village. She drives them towards the tunnel leading to Thunderclan's territory, splashing in the mud as she goes. Sure, Thunderclan has had enough trouble lately.... But a few frogs was fine, right? Right. So Garlicheart continues her reign of terror, chasing literally any frog or toad to the tunnel. Wartstar will not win this war!!​

 

[APPLEJAW]

When Ashenfall ( It was absolutely him ) had decided that a frog would make a lovely accessory for her face, she had promptly decided that she's had enough of frogs for one season. For several seasons, she may even dare to say, that is if she didn't live in ShadowClan, and she could afford to be so picky. No matter how plentiful the frogs were now, they would be long gone come Leaf - bare, and she's certain they would be begging for their return, then. Of course, Leaf - bare couldn't be further away, now... Perhaps its softness, that makes her afford her sister some leeway.

A slow blink drags across the scene, as exhasperated as it was confounded. Garlicheart was no.... pinnacle of intelligence, but even she knew that loud noises scared prey, didn't she? That seemed to be the intention, though she couldn't begin to imagine why.

" Garlic— heart, " there's an odd hitch where she felt the paw should be. " You do realize we're supposed to catch prey, right? " The question isn't toned patronizingly, but rather to hide the very obvious question: why?​

 

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] With prey being plentiful yet, the looming say sos of Chilledstar instructing the clan to pick, chase, and anything else they could do to dwindle the population. Snowpaw took the latter and decided it would be best to simply pick them off and yet, it would seem Garlicheart choose to chase them into Thunderclan's borders. Pale fur slipped from the underbrush, gaze flicking between their two former denmates while a hum dance in his chest.

"One or two... or a few really being chased off shouldn't matter much when there's still plenty about..." he said calmly. This was odd he had to admit, to stand here around with Applejaw and Garlicheart, former denmates and now warriors. Yet he knew eventually he'd be joining them once more. Yet no longer calling them -paw was strange, and yet not unwelcoming.

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[Swallowpaw.]

CAN'T YOU TELL I'M CRASS?
CAN'T YOU TELL I'M WIRED? ​

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swallowpaw ❀ 07 moons ❀ polygender ❀ any pronouns ❀ shadowclan apprentice​

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" Chilledstar said we could, " Swallowpaw snarks - though really, garlihearts idea seems so fun that even if they hadn't allowed for it, she probably still would've joined in. Sure enough, the moment one of the warty-hoppy-things crosses her paths she leaps towards it instead of on it - sharp teeth flashing in a manic grin as she does her best imitation of the tortoise warrior. " Yeah! grrrr.... go lay your eggs somewhere else! " Yep - this way is far more fun than killing them.

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[smogstar]

Smogmaw longed for the day when his daughter shed her predisposition towards wild commotion. Let it be known that this sentiment emerges from a place not predicated upon any reproach or ill-will towards Garlicheart. Half of it is purely projection on his own part, rooted in a wired fixation on how he looks in other cats' eyesights—and it's rather conspicuous, how poor an impression uncontrolled energy left on others. The other half is much simpler, really: he'd rather hear gale-force volume from her actions, not her voice.

He loves her all the same. And he loves to see that she's at least putting an effort in to tackle the clan's most pressing issue. Or, more fittingly, chase it away.

For reasons yet unknown to his peers, the deputy had lagged behind the remainder of the patrol. He bore no intentions to explain how his paw'd gotten sucked into a muddy prison, or what'd caused the delay in setting it free. Only now, just as a gaggle of frogs took to the tunnels, does his rugged and stiff form trundle up close. "They'll be ThunderClan's issue, now." The remark comes in a dry tone, but satisfaction gleams in his steely gaze. He draws up alongside Applejaw, casting a glance her way. "Her jaws'll be stuffed full with frogs by the time we're back in camp," mulls the tom, muzzle atwitch. There's most definitely no shortage of them in this quagmire. "For now, let's just watch as they go on their merry way to their new home."

He'd half a mind to snatch as many frogs as he could and drop them off in the same tunnel. ThunderClan's infatuation with moral virtue meant they wouldn't mind shouldering a little egological carnage, surely. Chaos, when bent at the knee and leashed, serves orderly. May Garlicheart come to realise this in due time. ​

 

[lilacfur]

Garlicheart took to Chilledstar's demand with an exceptional drive, even if her execution was questionable. The jumpy beasts were herded towards ThunderClans territory, though she doubted they would survive very long in the thicket of their home.

"Their great Wartstar might use those tunnels for their camp." Lilacfur's tone remained neutral while giving a slow, sage nod. "We have to be sure they feel the terror for countless generations. But not so much that we'll go hungry by next season... such a finicky thing to balance." Until they could all stay out of her nest while she slept and avoid brutalizing her sisters herbs, they would have to remain relentless in their attempts to restore the marshes. ​

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[BLOODPAW]

Killing frogs was fun but difficult - immediately, it was evident to the cinnamon tabby that Garlicheart's idea of disposal was the best. A raucous laughter escaped the apprentice as she darted after the older warriors, her eyes wide from the thrill of a fight that had not happened. Watching the frogs flee beneath the tunnels, Bloodpaw let out a loud mrowl of victory, her tail lashing wildly in the tepid winds. "Yeah, take that you fox-breathed heaps of dung!" Cursing like a kitten who had only just discovered the words (she'd discovered insults a long time ago, curled in the nursery listening to older apprentices speak), Bloodpaw's unsheathed claws ripped at the grasses a short distance away from the edge of the tunnel. Stars how she wanted to jump in and show those invaders a piece of her mind! One look towards Smogmaw told her it was a bad idea, another memory surrounding a torn ear and scarred flank was a different suggestion for Bloodpaw not to act on her impulses. She kneaded the ground in anticipation. "How'd you like being told to go away?! Just kidding, I don't care how you feel!" 'Ew... that sounded better in my head.'


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[nectarsong]

"How long until ThunderClan is on our border asking about the frogs, do you think?" Nectarsong asks mildly, shooting the older warriors an amused glance. At least Garlicheart is having fun, they muse to themself as Bloodpaw's raucous meow follows suit. It would seem the two rambunctious she-cats have taken once more to harassing the poor amphibians. And Swallowpaw, too; StarClan help them all when those three fell into cahoots with each other.

Applejaw has a point, pointing out the purpose of this patrol. Nectarsong hasn't had any luck of their own in tracking much else aside from the croaking intruders. At least the frogs are easy prey in their sheer numbers; anything else remotely more skittish (or, dare Nectarsong add, more interesting) would have fled by now at the noise.
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[ASHENFALL]

˚₊‧ ⛧ "If it isn't to thank us for providing them with a whole pile's worth of prey, I don't wanna hear anything from them," Ashenfall says breezily as he does his part sending frogs skittering off into the tunnels. He didn't care for their neighbors, any of them, but Ashenfall's distaste for their oak-climbing acquaintances was a squirmy, visceral sort. Memories of the dying and nearly dying and soon-to-be-dead-not-long-after etched into his mind whenever he got a whiff of acorn-y leaf-litter.

He mostly keeps his posture restrained and orderly as he does so, aware of Smogmaw's presence among the patrol and his tendency for huffing at the sight of silliness. Ashen can't help himself though, scooping up a small frog with his claws and tossing it in an arc to land with an echoed PLOP-PLOP... plop-plop in the darkness of the tunnel. He glances at Applejaw after doing so with a wry smile ghosting his face.

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[RIBBITLEAP]

✧ . With his namesake surrounding him, Ribbitleap is quiet for the bulk of the patrol. The brown tabby is focused on the task placed before them — to kill what frogs they can, to eradicate any eggs they come across. Though food won’t be as plentiful without the amphibian invasion, it’s what’s for the best for all of them — their days will be quieter, both without frog song on loop and without the threat of beast claws lingering.

The chorus shifts abruptly, a jutting shout breaking the harmony. Startled, Ribbitleap’s fur bristles as his head snaps toward the noise’s source, only to flatten when he finds it.

“ Well, that’s one way to get rid of them, “ he meows, swamp-green gaze following Garlicheart’s path. The young warrior darts after the frogs, a siren blaring a warning call to them. A spark of amusement finds him at Nectarsong’s comment, his tail twitching behind him. “ I’m sure they’d be pleased for a change in meals. “ ​

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  RIBBITLEAP ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Warrior of ShadowClan.
  ✧ . A brown tabby tom with green eyes.
  ✧ . Geckoscreech x Toad's Prowl
  ✧ . Mentored by Rustleap ; Currently mentoring Emberpaw
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