pafp toy soldier | hunting

[Addervenom]

Not one. Nor two. But three. Three miserably failed attempts to catch natures surplus of rabbits roaming the moorlands. He was unfocused. The weight of his harrowing thoughts made the tabby's movements sluggish and I'll timed at best. If he didn't manage to tighten up on his sloppy maneuvers he would risk losing a fourth. Returning to camp without anything to contribute was not an option.

Ragged breaths flowed in and out of his parched throat as his claws gripped equally dry earth. Zipping before him was a good sized buck. Larger and more fleet-footed than the other rabbits he struggled to catch. Stamina exhausted, Addervenom watched in growing frustration as he began to lose ground, his potential target slipping further and further away. Yet for whatever reason, he stubbornly continued to chase his prey despite the growing distance.

Straight ahead he noticed a figure on the horizon his claws might not be able to grasp the fleeing rabbit but perhaps they would. "Grab it!" He shouted over whistling winds, beginning to slow to a lope as his limbs threatened to give out. He couldn't run anymore and his lungs felt as if fire burned within them. Bowing his head the tabby slumped into a seated position fighting to gain his composure. (@Firefang and @SCORCHSTREAK) ​

»»———- windclan warrior / sixteen moons old / he/him ———-««​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The calico does not extend their trust to many of their clanmates, these days. Too many of Sootstar’s once-loyal warriors still reside within the gorse walls of camp for their comfort. Of course, some of them have shown loyalty to Sunstar, and a certain degree of trustworthiness; others, such as Firefang, continue to butt heads with the leader and the rest of the clan, and so Scorchstreak feels as though they must keep an eye on cats like her. Perhaps that is a part of the reason why the calico walks beside the black tabby today. She does not trust Firefang, does not understand why the rosetted leader has allowed her to remain in the clan. But if she were to be exiled, she would just go and join Granitepelt’s own band of exiles, wouldn’t she? Perhaps it is for the best to tolerate her disrespect, at least for the time being.

All things considered, Firefang is not the worst company. She is a strong fighter, passionate in her beliefs, and she could be a powerful asset to the clan if she would simply settle into a more calm mindset. Making idle conversation as they walk, the calico comments, "I’d bet you could see all the way to ThunderClan’s camp, if not for the trees." The following comment that she thinks of is forgotten as another clanmate comes into view. Up ahead, the lead warrior spots a distinctly brown-striped figure, practically an echo of his father—a good tom, a good warrior, a good friend. Addervenom is a strange case, spawn of Sootstar yet surprisingly likeable. The tom causes little trouble from what Scorchstreak has seen, and he was quick to leave his mother behind in favor of Sunstar.

He shouts for them to grab the rabbit, apparently work out from his own pursuit. The prey races in their direction, but the calico has little time to react. "Catch it," she calls to her companion, throwing herself to the side in an attempt to catch the rabbit. Dark claws miss its fur by a single hair’s width, and the rabbit coaches course. It’s fleeing toward Firefang now, and golden eyes track its panicked pawsteps. If the darker-furred molly can manage to get her claws on it, they’ll all have a good meal when they return to camp—or, at least they can brag about feeding the elders well.​

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[Firefang]

Trust is a fickle thing; she holds so little of it for many of her clanmates and her trust for Sunstar's council even less so. She doesn't like the idea of her life being held in their paws, fears the day their claws rake into her as they'd raked into Sootstar. There was of course the worry of exile - something that may bring her greater shame then an execution; despite Scorchstreak's beliefs she'd never stoop to returning tail tucked between her legs to what had been Soostar's loyalist and now Granitepelt's goons. There was no honor in that and she couldn't stomach following marsh-born filth as he polluted the hearts and minds of Windclan warriors who should've returned - or died with dignity when they had the chance. She knows she's not the she-cat Scorchstreak wishes had stayed and pled for mercy they didn't deserve - she wonders how Rumblerain is doing, she'd never spent much time at all with the brood of her mentor but she doesn't hold any hate for them.

They tip-toe around each other, she feels the small talk is forced that any pleasantries owed to her would be taken away as quickly as their spoken if she says the wrong thing; which more often then not she does. Today is a rare day in which there is no snarled words and Firefang's mood isn't akin to a hungry badger. "Wonder if it's as nice as ours" she'd reply before she catches sight of two racing figures coming right at them followed by a yowl of a unmistakable tom; Addervenom.

The one out of all his siblings she's spent the least amount of time around - though she's sure with her metaphorical allergy towards the Medicine Den her time spent around him would beat out the time she spent with Cottonpaw. He'd grown into a formidable moor-runner, though like any other there were days where prey didn't wish to just fall into his claws thankfully he's close enough that he doesn't need to rely on just his own skills. One of the shapes grows closer the rabbit; it was to plump to let escape. She flashes a look Scorchstreak's way who's already begun moving to intercept their fleetfooted prey,

She always doubts Tunnelers capabilities on the ground above, they weren't as fast they simply didn't have the same agility but Scorchstreak's form on short notice is not bad and if she'd just been ever so slightly quicker she'd have had it. The rabbit turns just in time to miss the older warriors claws and it comes her way and she's prepared for it, she can already taste the drool on her tongue before she even siezes the moment. With rabbits of this size caution needed to be afforded when making the kill, their claws were sharp and they had a strong will to live, but not stronger then her will to bring home a fat piece of prey. She juts forward head lowering and claws outstretched, her pounce is clumsy and forceful as she lands on the panicked animal. Her claws dig into it's flanks as she rolls with it in the grass it's legs kick wildly trying to strike at any part of her body it can but she straddles it's back as she curls her neck and sinks her jaws into it's neck. She buries them deep and twists until she can hear it's neck snap only then does she release it.

Blood dribbles from her maw - she flashes a proud stained grin. "Nothin' to it" she brags standing above the twitching body.

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  Firefang ✩ She/Her, Warrior of Windclan, 22 moons
  ⭃ Black tabby she-cat with amber eyes. former-loyalist of Sootstar, Moorunner.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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