WHEN THE CONTINENTS GROWL // hunting + event thread

[splashdance]

Splashdance feels soreness in her bones. She wants to blame it on the chill - but in truth she knows its the sparring that's taken it out of her. There's a new level of disappointment beneath her belt, having lost so brutally to her former mentor. She knows that it is because she was distracted, perhaps frustrated by whatever was troubling her and Midnightash that day - but great StarClan, could she not have lost to a peer instead? Lakemoon didn't seem to hold newfound resentment towards her, but the RiverClanner wasn't usually keen on showing her emotions.

She lingers near the chilled river, watching the shadows beyond her flit and flicker with the dying light of the day. There are other cats with her, hunting to their hearts content, and she's attempting patience to the greatest degree. Eventually she sees a flash if silver and launches forth, a black paw snaking its way towards the glimmer of a meal. The hefty body of the fish flails beneath her initial strike and with the precision of a trained hunter - the winner of the tourney, no less - Splashdance heaves herself atop the large fish, crushing her teeth into its gills until it no longer flails.

She drags it ashore again, quickly shaking her paws free of whatever dampness invaded them. "Well -" she starts with a newly made grin, "- that was lucky!"

[ rolled a 20 (no encounter) & a 20 (found prey) & a 16 (large prey. +3 points :) ]​

 

[pebbletail]

(☼) "luck? or skill," the words are mumbled from an intensely focused looking pebbletail as he flashes his best friend a quick grin. "you were the tournament winner after all. that's gotta count for something. awesome catch!" sunspark eyes dart just as fast back to the water, where the silvery substance dapples and flows after splashdance's magnificent catch. it is not a dark day out - contrarily, the sky alights with a pale sun that hangs, sickly, amidst a watery looking blue sky. certainly not a vibrant green-leaf day, but a sunny leaf-fall one nonetheless. the frost scent still hovers in the air, delicate ice crystals still not burned off by the sun, which pebbletail feels a bit apprehensive about. frost lingering so long this early into leaf-fall doesn't bode well for the temperature of the leaf-bare to come.

as the waters calm back to their flowing state, the new warrior focuses even harder, determined to prove his hunting ability (to his clan, or to his friend, he's not sure). a glimmer of something in the water, a shadow beneath the waves, and the white dappled paw lashes out, claws catching on a hefty body. water sprays the bank as the boy pulls the fish to shore, a similarly sized one to the one his friend has caught. "maybe you have some competition in me after all!" he jokes, pride glowing in his gaze.

LET ME BE YOUR OWN ☼ ICARION CARRION

• // rolled an 11 (found prey), rolled a 19 (large prey, +3 points) " #848DAE"
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• PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 12 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebbletail's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 He’d been warned about the cold weather on the horizon, but wasn’t it supposed to only start getting this cold in the next two moons? Or is this not cold at all, and he’s just being a wuss about it? Crabpaw pads along with the rest of the patrol without complaint, though, since he doesn’t really have any other option—because what’s he going to do? Cry because of the cold? Refuse to leave the warmth of his newly-made nest? No. He isn’t a kit anymore, and he can’t keep acting like one. He’ll be a warrior soon enough, so he’s got to start acting like one. Even if that means padding across frosted ground, uncomfortably chilly, after Pebbletail and Splashdance.

The river’s water is freezing as he dips his paws into it, striking out at the first fish he spots. It looks gigantic! But when he swipes it out of the water, the boy can’t help but frown. It’s… way smaller than it looked before he captured it. But at least Splashdance managed to catch a big, big fish. "Oh, that’s a really good catch," he comments, fluffy tail fluttering back and forth behind him. "I only caught this." His catch isn’t bad, he thinks as he presents it to the others. It’s larger than his first catch, but nowhere near as large as the fish he’d caught the other day. At least he was able to catch something, though…

give me a chance ˚𓆛˚｡ a single opportunity

• ooc: rolled a 16 (successful catch and then a 3 (small prey)
  mentor tag @CICADAFLIGHT
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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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