vile bayle // hunting + intro

[Soaringstone]

Her muscles bunched as she stalked through the thicket, her gaze focused on a plump cardinal that pecked at the ground in search of uprooted worms. Experienced paws move flawlessly as she finds herself a few lengths from her prey, and soon she lunges forth. Soaringstone's claws clasp around the bird to prevent it from taking flight, and a swift motion of fangs quickly breaks the cardinal's neck to end its suffering. The senior warrior stands straight with the bird in her jaws and tall, perked ears flick at the bustling ambiance of nature around her. Her dark oceanic gaze narrows momentarily in the direction from which the noise came, ”Have you caught anything?” She inquires once the sight of her clanmate comes in sight, her ears flicking.

Hopefully, they had caught something. Soaringstone didn't want to waste more time than needed when there was more to catch up to from repairing dens, patrolling, and more. The last thing she needed now was to be held back because someone would rather dilly-dally instead of focusing on providing for the clan first. She drops her cardinal for a moment to assess what they caught (if they had) to process how much prey they could bring back for the kits, queens, and elders. Her fictional eyebrows furrow as she sighs slightly under her breath, at the realization that they would never catch enough to feed all the clan. There was a reason those foolish cats of theirs had invaded Skyclan and all got scolded on their return. This Greenleaf was not promising for them.

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[Lightflower]

❝ it's gonna hurt for a bit of time ❞​

Lightflower held a meager mouse within her jaws. Anything was better than nothing, right? She was increasingly frustrated with the lack of good prey running lately. Why did StarClan punish them? Seemed as though ShadowClan aught to be, considering the debacle of last gathering. She shook the thought from her mind. What good does being angry about it do?

"Just this, unfortunately. Not our day, I suppose," she mewed.
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[freckleflame]

freckleflame was a good hunter. despite recent whispers and jabs at her round flank and large, kittypet - inherited paws, the tortoiseshell could catch a decent squirrel or two.. had a penchant for teamwork and pheasant, but she could manage alone just fine too. the influx of side - cut eyes and knowing sneers have tucked her further into herself, of course, but she was no nest pet! she’d not even seen a twoleg nest before, let alone been close enough to one to call herself friendly.. she’d lived her whole life within these gorse walls. first at the belly of her father, now standing in his paws as an aging warrior ; now, crouched in a silent, weight bearing still, eyes pinned on the fluttering of unaware wings. she could hold her own.

despite, despite..

images of foxfang, of redflower and skylaw pass behind her minds eye and sure, some would call it overcompensating.. but freckleflame leaps, snaps the neck of a magpie under hulking weight and only then feels the heat of greenleaf seep through the thick of her pelt. heavy enough to heave a pant from her maw into glistening feathers, swallowing hard against the sweltering sun. three down, she thinks, pretending the sting of inferiority does not still weasel its way between the chambers of her heart. nearby voices are swift to change forlorn expression, eyes squinting and maw curling bright, ” speak f’r y’rselves! “ the molly crows through the thick neck of her catch when she lifts, small teeth grinning wide around black - white ruffage.

she bumps playfully into soaringstone’s side as she approaches, meadowgreen eyes gleaming mirthfully.. grumpy old woman, she thinks, with not a small amount of heat in her ears. ha..” come ooon, cheer up. th’ mice can probably smell that stick up your tail. “ there is no venom behind her words — only laughter, a wink thrown towards lightflower. maybe, if she irritated soaringstone enough, the molly would snip at her and freckleflame would giggle and could think about it an unusual amount instead of whatever thing was brewing in thunderclan.. or whatever, ” i can’t be th’ looks, personality and skill ‘f this patrol. “ maybe that’ll do it.

ᥫ᭡ ╱╱ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 - ` ☀︎ ´ - 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄 𝘼𝙈 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. TWENTY MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING BRAVEPAW! PENNED BY ANTLERS -----------------------------------------
  
  she / her, eldest daughter of rabbitnose and the late sunfreckle. big, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. she is fire - forged, smoldering ; something bright and voracious, radiant as the blazes that once raged through her homeland. shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over her hulking form. a heft of roundness settles comfortably upon her form in adulthood, padding muscle hardened by her life in the forest and yet still partially concealed beneath a tangled thicket of undergrowth - laden pelt. warriorhood had brought her to full height ; kittypet lineage showing itself in glimpses of rotund paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. she is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a mirrors image of her late father, sunfreckle, and just as warm.
  

  A LARGE, ATHLETIC MAINE COON MOGGY. somewhat brutish in the wake of her family's staggering loss, bull - headed and hardy with something to prove, freckleflame will often find herself in border disputes as an unsurprisingly formidable opponent. a slow but hard & heavy hitter.

  
  

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[STAGSNARL.]

YOU ALWAYS SAID HOW YOU LIKE DOGS​

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they know they can't hunt. they know it's not what they're good at. and yet... here they are trying to do it anyways. they're trying their hardest to focus, to pick up anything but it's just not that simple, is it? it's never been. brute force works for the brute of a molly, but they aren't good at stealth. their paws don't work that way. they do not stalk, they do not track, they simply do not hunt. but there is a fear within them. if they do not come back with anything, their mother will hit them again. maybe even their father this time. discipline, they will say, even if stagpaw knows better. but they can't question them. they can't. they won't. so they hunt. they try their hardest to block out the world and focus on what's in front of them. a mouse. one mouse. that's all they need. something was better than nothing. this was better than nothing.

she closes her eyes, tail finding itself standing stark still. she takes in the scent of the mouse as she creeps on it and when she moves just a tad bit too close– snap! a twig beneath her heavy paw snaps and the mouse runs off, making her eyes widen as she gasps and runs to chase after it. she tries her hardest to capture it but if finds itself in a deep hole and she finds herself empty-pawed.

"damn it, damn it, damn it!"

they hiss quietly, eyes widened in fear. no, damn it! they needed that mouse! there was just no way they were gonna find anything else out here! they hated hunting! they hated this! they hated themself! why couldn't they just do one simple fucking taste as easy as hunt a damned mouse!?

"sh...shut up."

stagpaw regards to freckleflame. she's not one to talk to warriors like this but she was practically one herself and she's so damned tired of cats being better than her!

"the only thing you are is fucking annoying! if you're so damned good a hunting then you can find something for everyone on this patrol! i'm outta here!"

embarrassment runs hot through them. did they really just say that to her? they shake their head with a very clear wince before they just run off. their mentor can be pissed at them later. they needed to get out of here.

//in and out <3 sorry freckles, stag is going through it

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