- Jul 14, 2022
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the day is clear. newleaf thaws the ice that hangs heavy from willow leaves, leaving them to drip silently to the damp grass underfoot. riverclanners are milling about their temporary camp, blearily beginning the day as dawn patrols are assigned. a few cats work to patch temporary dens, digging about the outskirts of the copse camp for material. despite the strange, small claw marks along the lower beech trunks, there is a calm quiet about the chill newleaf air, idle chatter and laughter strong.
that is, until a strange noise sounds, accompanied quickly by a scent, bitter and angry.
the riverclanners have only a moment to process as from the undergrowth a long, sleek creature can be seen, gaping maw wide and hissing, spittle clinging to the carnivorous edges of its small, numerous teeth.the otter slinks fluidly from damp leaves and the rotting wood of its holt, claws leaving marks in the pebbled ground underfoot and before the clanners can think, aims to attack the closest feline, attempting to sink its teeth into wherever it can. it’s belly sags, a new mother, reeking of milk and fury.
there are more behind.
attacking @Catfishpaw !!
oh no! riverclanners have stumbled upon a an otter holt on the fringe of the copse, and they are infiltrating camp! what will the riverclanners do: will they lure them away? will they fight? decide, and quickly!
there are three grown otters altogether: a mother, two adolescents and one baby still in its holt. feel free to powerplay attacks / character injuries realistically and within reason, it will take at least two cats to take one down! for every four posts made, an otter will be defeated — good luck!
that is, until a strange noise sounds, accompanied quickly by a scent, bitter and angry.
the riverclanners have only a moment to process as from the undergrowth a long, sleek creature can be seen, gaping maw wide and hissing, spittle clinging to the carnivorous edges of its small, numerous teeth.the otter slinks fluidly from damp leaves and the rotting wood of its holt, claws leaving marks in the pebbled ground underfoot and before the clanners can think, aims to attack the closest feline, attempting to sink its teeth into wherever it can. it’s belly sags, a new mother, reeking of milk and fury.
there are more behind.
attacking @Catfishpaw !!
oh no! riverclanners have stumbled upon a an otter holt on the fringe of the copse, and they are infiltrating camp! what will the riverclanners do: will they lure them away? will they fight? decide, and quickly!
there are three grown otters altogether: a mother, two adolescents and one baby still in its holt. feel free to powerplay attacks / character injuries realistically and within reason, it will take at least two cats to take one down! for every four posts made, an otter will be defeated — good luck!