- Nov 30, 2022
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Orangestar hasn't led a hunting patrol in moons. She's never particularly liked them, preferring the security of knowing where her Clanmates are at all times like she does on a border patrol. But now, with a haphazard group of SkyClanners who are shades of eager to hunt in the waning leafbare and her apprentice so close to being free from camp duties, she tries to approach the task with new eyes.
They're hunting near twolegplace today, she's decided. Maybe they'll manage to find some mice, flushed into the territory by screeching twolegs (she'd seen it happen once; why in StarClan's name would something as big as a twoleg be afraid of a little mouse?).
What she doesn't expect to find, however, is the reek of dog. Orangestar flattens her ears as the wind changes, head jerking to her left. Right on cue, she sees a dark shape thump to the ground through the trees. Her teeth grit. Immediately she's glancing around, hoping to find a quick escape route, but ... there seems to be no need.
Orangestar can feel its heavy gaze upon her, but it hasn't stood up. The brindled dog hasn't lunged forward with frothing jaws baring sharp teeth. There's no rustle of movement from it at all aside from a steadily rising flank, though the reek of this beast must have scared away half the prey between here and twolegplace.
"... Give it a wide berth. If it stands, get up a tree."
// prompt: your patrol encounters a non-aggressive dog, that just seems to be watching from a distance.
They're hunting near twolegplace today, she's decided. Maybe they'll manage to find some mice, flushed into the territory by screeching twolegs (she'd seen it happen once; why in StarClan's name would something as big as a twoleg be afraid of a little mouse?).
What she doesn't expect to find, however, is the reek of dog. Orangestar flattens her ears as the wind changes, head jerking to her left. Right on cue, she sees a dark shape thump to the ground through the trees. Her teeth grit. Immediately she's glancing around, hoping to find a quick escape route, but ... there seems to be no need.
Orangestar can feel its heavy gaze upon her, but it hasn't stood up. The brindled dog hasn't lunged forward with frothing jaws baring sharp teeth. There's no rustle of movement from it at all aside from a steadily rising flank, though the reek of this beast must have scared away half the prey between here and twolegplace.
"... Give it a wide berth. If it stands, get up a tree."
// prompt: your patrol encounters a non-aggressive dog, that just seems to be watching from a distance.