- Nov 30, 2022
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She knows better this time. Approaching the border at dusk had been their undoing, and so Orangestar takes steps to avoid the fate of death a second time. Her patrol is different; the warriors with her hadn't been a problem the last time, but fresh claws poised in ready would never go astray. They take to the trees when the sun is high rather than close to its daily retreat, claws digging into rough bark and the familiar sway of pine boughs beneath them.
Despite the tense atmosphere that emanates from Orangestar herself, it's a pleasant day. The clouds above them are fleeting, barely disguising the brilliant blue of the sky, and they're sheltered enough by the pines that the greenleaf sun isn't so cruel. The rustle of prey is promising, and ...
A russet shape weaves between sparse undergrowth. Orangestar stops abruptly, the branch beneath her creaking as her momentum drops off. It's clear what she's looking at: a lone fox, pointy muzzle marred by cat's-claw scratches, unhealed by herbs or cobwebs. She doesn't remember much of that night, dusk fractured by the muddling rain and lightning, but she has a vague memory of one fox being bloodied by a swipe when it left ...
"Drop down on it. We might be able to catch it off guard." As she speaks, barely a breath on the breeze, the leader gestures with ears and tail to convey her plan. "Ready in three, two, one ... now!"
Despite the tense atmosphere that emanates from Orangestar herself, it's a pleasant day. The clouds above them are fleeting, barely disguising the brilliant blue of the sky, and they're sheltered enough by the pines that the greenleaf sun isn't so cruel. The rustle of prey is promising, and ...
A russet shape weaves between sparse undergrowth. Orangestar stops abruptly, the branch beneath her creaking as her momentum drops off. It's clear what she's looking at: a lone fox, pointy muzzle marred by cat's-claw scratches, unhealed by herbs or cobwebs. She doesn't remember much of that night, dusk fractured by the muddling rain and lightning, but she has a vague memory of one fox being bloodied by a swipe when it left ...
"Drop down on it. We might be able to catch it off guard." As she speaks, barely a breath on the breeze, the leader gestures with ears and tail to convey her plan. "Ready in three, two, one ... now!"
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While Orangestar's patrol is predetermined, this is an open thread! Feel free to jump in as part of a different patrol after at least two of the tagged participants have posted! This takes place at the loner lands border, nearby the ThunderClan end.
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ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | eight lives
— "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
— single ; mentoring springpaw & fangs
— speech is in #F18C47
— tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.