UNLUCKY [➷] scuffle & stolen prey

[VENOMSTRIKE]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Maybe Starclan would be kind today and allow him to catch something for his clanmates or Rattleheart, the thought of the bicolored feline laying amongst the sick in the badger set where all of the yellowcough infected cats were banished to. He feels his insides twist with guilt recalling how he selfishly hadn't wanted the them to leave off on the journey but now that the other is gone but in a different way, he wishes his friend had gone on that journey for lungwort instead of falling ill. His thoughts were distracted, he had sent Redpaw to do a few camp chores while he went out not wanting to risk the safety of the russet tom seeing as there have been recent sightings of rogues creeping into the moorlands and the last thing he wanted was Redpaw getting hurt. Venomstrike was his mentor and mentor, after all, it would not look good on his part if his apprentice ended up sustaining injuries that could potentially render him useless especially due to his kittypet blood. No, he wanted to prove that Redpaw could be an astounding warrior like the rest of his clanborn clanmates. His ears flick as he searches the moors for any sights of rabbits, his nose lifting and jaws parting to try catching the trail of any prey that may be lurking about.

It isn't long until he spots a hare and recalls the first time he had fumbled his catch and had gotten kicked by a rabbit, he recalls how Wolfsong tells him how fortunate he had been for it not to be a hare. His mind drifts to the medicine cat and his kittens that had arrived sometime ago, maybe if he catches it he could potentially feed them. His ears laying flat against his skull as he silently prays to Starclan to not let that hare claws scratch at a more delicate area that could be lethal to him, he lowers his large body to the ground and begins creeping forward holding his breath for a few heartbeats. He watches the hare grazing away, walking a few steps, and then grazing once more. With a strong push of his limbs, Venomstrike kicks dirt and sand in his wake already bolting in the direction of the hare that immediately begins to flee from him. It went up a hill which slowed him in the slightest but the moment it went downhill, he pushed himself forward not wanting to let it slip from his claws. He couldn't fuck this up.

Venomstrike closes the distance between himself and the hare as he surges forward only to leap with claws outstretched, claws digging into the fur of the little creature and teeth snagging down on the back of its neck. It violently kicks in an attempt to get away and claws graze against his left shoulder and he winces momentarily before fastening his jaws on it, putting down pressure onto its jugular as it let out a shrill noise of panic that he cut off. He drops the body to the ground casting his shoulder a quick glance seeing a few beads of blood slither down but he breathes out a quiet "Thank you, Starclan." He mumbles about ready to pick up the hare until he feels a body slam into his own causing him to stumble backwards in shock, he whips around to see a rogue standing above the body of his catch and Venomstrike feels sudden anger bubbling in his body as his vision starts to turn red "Get. The. Fuck. Away." His voice trembling as his words drip with the beginning of his namesake, the other feline seems unaffected as they growl back at the moor runner "Make me."

It's only a few heartbeats and a blur to the large chimera cat as he finds himself entangled in clashing teeth and claws with the intruder, he can feel her claws digging into his side and back but he manages to twist around to slam her into the ground which stuns her stupid but she snaps out of her brief stupor lifting a paw to swipe and starting clawing at his muzzle and face. A hiss of pain slipping from Venomstrike as he steps away feeling the blood pumping in his ears as crimson blinds him in one of his eyes that he closes, he stumbles a little before lunging forward to bite down on the back of her neck to hold her down and use his back legs to kick at her violently in which she retaliates and kicks back at him managing to twist out of his grip and drag her claws down one of his sides. In one more desperate attempt to pry away from him, she flings sand into his eyes and that's enough to blind him in the other eye and she takes the opportunity to snatch up the hare and flees.

He growls in frustration but he isn't able to see, he uses a paw to start rubbing at his eye and he stumbles around blindly feeling like he was losing a good amount of blood. "Coward... C-COWARD!" He shrieks angrily feeling his throat tighten in the slightest, he had failed Wolfsong, he had failed his clanmates, but most importantly... He had failed Rattleheart. A part of him wants to sob but instead grits his teeth and his ears lay flat against his skull, the fur along his back raised and Venomstrike growls when he hears the sound of pawsteps approaching him.

➷ HELL AND HIGH WATER, TO LAY HERE TOGETHER

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  ⁀➷ 44 moons old
  ⁀➷ windclan moor runner
  ⁀➷ bisexual homoromantic; single; padding after rattleheart
  ⁀➷ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ⁀➷ med difficultly in combat; relies on brute strength and his ability to quickly strike
  ⁀➷ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ⁀➷ penned by bosstaurus

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[BLUEFROST]

It’s hard to believe their deputy and medicine cat had once been one of these godless reavers. Bluepaw struggles out of a tunnel after hearing commotion above the earth, and, blinking soil from her eyes just as Venomstrike swipes sand from his, she sees a rogue fleeing with a sizable hare in her jaws. The apprentice’s gaze flashes, steely with rage, but she would not be able to catch up to the cat above ground. Anyway, what would it matter if she did? She’d been beaten by a SkyClanner in her first battle. A rogue had even less honor than a kittypet—she would not risk her pelt or her life for another cat’s prey.

Her belly rumbles quietly, just as all of WindClan’s does. She goes to Venomstrike’s flank, offering it for support. “Soon we will all starve,” she intones quietly. “Starve, or die of yellowcough. What does it matter?” Her voice ghosts at the end of her sentence, thin and breathless.

ooc ✧ 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃'𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈

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  — bluekit . bluepaw
  — she/her, apprentice of windclan
  — bisexual ; single
  — long-haired blue she-cat with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — art by Meg

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── "It matters," he rasps as he pads closer, his sole eye grave. Bluepaw has suffered a loss, one Wolfsong knows well, and which can never be fully mourned. "Our deaths are not so close on the horizon," he continues, eyeing Venomstrike's bloodied pelt, thankful that he does not bear wounds which cannot manage the trek back to the medicine cat den. The rogues certainly left their mark, though, and he understands the apprentice's despair; they struggle to feed those they have with fewer hunters, and should these vagrants continue poaching, they will face a harsh leafbare. "StarClan would have warned me of it, as they gave me the dream for the journey."

He is not assured that is the case, but he does not speak for his own benefit.

His gaze returns to Venomstrike, lingering on the worst of his injuries. "Come, my friend, let us get your wounds cleaned in my den. You have done as any strong warrior would." ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[SUNSTAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   He is quick to follow the shouts, and quicker still to slow his paws upon seeing what lies in wait. Venomstrike, bloodied, and a hopeless Bluepaw with dullness to her voice and her tone both. Wolfsong is there to help, and he remains the steadiest voice among the group. Had he not always played this role? His temper ran as hot as Sunstride's at times, yet he was wiser than any he had known before, and dauntless in his chasing of fate. They have kits together, they have forged a life together– all with thanks to his faith, his certainty. Yet they have known each other long enough that he can see when it begins to fade. Though he speaks of StarClan, what is the purpose of them? They have claimed their warriors already, and taken those healthy enough to help away to the mountains. Would they ever return? Could StarClan be trusted when they have failed so many others?

It would do no kindness to voice his worries now. Instead, he positions himself at Venomstrike's other side, nodding his mate forward to prepare his den. With hard certainty, he echoes: "WindClan's fate will not end with either. None of us have chosen an easy path. Wherever it shall lead, we will walk it together. Keep your heads high, and your hearts steady." Rogues will not get the best of us, he thinks, and looks further back on who he had once been with some part of his mind turned to desperation at the comparison.

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 ˊˎ＜

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• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  SUNSTRIDE. FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
  
  
  ——  a tall auburn tabby with thick fur and bright glacial eyes. sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond it, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of them. he radiates confidence and self-assured authority.
  
  

  ✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT ——

• "speech"

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[VENOMSTRIKE]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Venomstrike still remains tense until the sound of Bluepaw's voice reaches his ears and he lifts his paw again to wipe away the sand from his eyes completely, he blinks a few times wincing at the sting but gradually being able to see as he hears her speak. The loss of Weaselclaw must've hurt much more than he could imagine but he still believes there is reason ti live and that it does matter, he's about to speak but Wolfsong arrives next already taking the words right out of his mouth but better. A lot better than whatever Venomstrike would put together to say to the blue molly and nods in silent agreement, he sighs quietly as he adds "They'll return soon... With the cure..." Weaselclaw was gone but there was still hope for Moorpaw, he's certain of it and Bluepaw should focus on her littermate now that her father was deceased.

He nods to Wolfsong offering a faint smile before feeling Sunstride taking his other side and flinches only momentarily before offering a small smile before mumbling quietly "T-thank you..." With the help of both cats, he could certainly make his way back to the medicine den to get this all treated but can't help but wince at the stinging and how the blood painted the ground around them. He tries not thinking about how Rattleheart would react if he visited all patched up by Wolfsong.

➷ HELL AND HIGH WATER, TO LAY HERE TOGETHER

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  ⁀➷ 44 moons old
  ⁀➷ windclan moor runner
  ⁀➷ bisexual homoromantic; single; padding after rattleheart
  ⁀➷ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ⁀➷ med difficultly in combat; relies on brute strength and his ability to quickly strike
  ⁀➷ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ⁀➷ penned by bosstaurus

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[Bluepool]

Rogues. Would they ever be rid of them? They were like a plague upon her clan, like roaches. You think that you have killed one only to find another scampering past your nest. They have no honor, they would sooner rather gang up on a cat and lie and cheat and steal rather than do any actual work for themselves. She recognizes that they have their own rogues among their ranks and some she has come around to but others she is finding herself side eying. Were they friends with the cats who now tormented and stole from them? She cannot help but to wonder.

Another incident leaves Bluepools claws curling into the earth. Venomstrike has been left bloodied and if she had gotten here in time she would have chased that rogue all the way to her stinkin' home. She would have died no doubt but at least she would have had the time to maybe take a few with her. "Foxhearts" she says spitting on the ground as she speaks. "Where is there honor?" and then she turns to Venomstrike "I'm glad you are alright" she says and she means it. He had been injured but it ddin't look terrible. He could still hunt and fight hopefully. WindClan needed him to be able to.
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OOC NOTES . ✦ . CHARACTER INFO

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  ➵ she / her
  ➵ windclan lead warrior
  ➵ single
  ➵ bisexual
  ➵ a silver tabby she cat with short fur, a cropped tail, and golden colored eyes
  ➵ toyhouse [ ✦ ]
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