who let the dogs out || hunting patrol event

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕With each hunting patrol coming back less and less successful, the more worried she was beginning to become. She had taken a patrol out to search for den materials, but she had returned to the camp empty pawed. It had shamed her to be so unsuccessful, but there was one skill she thrived in, and that was hunting. There was little that could escape her nose, few that could escape her light, feather-like paws. Her pelt was made for leaf-fall...her vibrant reds and oranges blended in perfectly with the fallen leaves. Some of her clanmates felt a thrill while battling their enemies, but she was built for hunting, for speed.

It was difficult to pick up a scent trail, so she used the tactic that she had taught Merlinpaw back a pawful of days ago. She searched for any signs of small life, and when she spotted a decently used trail she carefully followed it. It didn't take much longer before she found a mouse, swiftly dispatching it. It was small, but it was something...someone would eat it and make a meal out of it. As she leaned down to pick it up, a loud rustling in the undergrowth stopped her. None of her clanmates were that uncoordinated to make such a ruckus, especially on a hunting patrol. Her pelt began to prickle uneasily, but she turned to face the noise. The mouse was behind her back paws...whatever was making that noise, she was not going to let it take her clanmate's food.

What stepped out of the bushes was enough to twist her stomach. Dog....dog.....DOG Her heart started racing, and she looked for any nearby signs of her patrol mates. She couldn't fight off a dog alone, not safely...but she'd be damned if she was going to let that thing steal her catch. It lunged for her with snapping jaws, and she lunged towards it with outstretched claws. "Help!" Her voice was a roar as she flung through the air towards the beast. Its ribs were protruding, and hunger was blazing in its eyes. It had clearly not eaten in awhile, and it seemed excited to find two meals in one encounter. Flamestar's claws raked against its muzzle before she was knocked out of the air and pinned down on the ground. Hopefully someone from the patrol found her soon.

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

• ooc.
  Hunting patrol with an encounter! Anyone is welcome to be on the patrol with her, she is currently being attacked by a dog, and anyone may power play the dog!
  She rolled a 20 for keeping her catch, and a 6 for the size
  
  apprentice tag @MERLINPAW
  
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[tigerwing]

The frost nibbled at her whiskers, and the grounds iciness reminded her of times with Batwing. Howlpaw would train the same way- in cold desolate lands, but she had no fret in teaching it as long as it gave way to letting her.

Suddenly quickly, she spotted movement. A tail raised in the air, a paw darting to stop Howlpaw in its tracks. Her form lowered, practiced movements as she glided over Icey leaves until finally she spotted the morsel, a vole. It was tiny, but it was food. Without hesitation, shed leap forward, teeth wrapping around the morsel and quickly ending its life.

Her gaze turned to Howlpaw- did he see? Would he remember? Her jaws opened just as suddenly, a nearby scream of 'help!' echoed through the trees.

Oh no.

FLamestar.

Tigerwing was quick, her scarred form ushering forward. "Come, quickly now Howlpaw!" She called, though as she broke through the frozen foliage, she regretted calling the apprentice with. The orange and chocolate chimera braced herself in alarm- Flamestar underneath the beast, slobber dripping from its jaws, and without thinking. Without really, anything (there wasn't time), she threw her small body forward. CLaws outstretched, and teeth hanging in a snarl, she would aim to land on the dogs back, before embedding teeth into the side of its bony neck, digging in if successful.

This wasn't smart, she knew. But she knew she wasn't large enough to knock it away from her friend. So she poised as a distraction.
//@HOWLPAW Apprentice tag!
19, prey roll, 1 prey size smh

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[HOWLPAW]

Howlpaw's blood pounds with the cry that cracks through the trees, its own claws tingling, itching with a need it doesn't fully understand. It catches sight of Tigerwing barreling forward, her body a blur of fur and fierce determination, hurling herself at the beast without a second thought. A dog. It reeks of desperation, a stink like spoiled meat and wet rot, and Howlpaw's amber eyes narrow. That beast, with its ribs thrusting against its filthy hide and hunger flashing in its dull eyes—it's just like it. Weak, desperate, and angry, lashing out because it has nowhere else to turn. It doesn't belong here, skulking around the forest, eyeing the scraps like it deserves them. Howlpaw's claws sink into the ground, fur bristling as it stalks forward, lip curled.

Everyone expects it to hunt, to learn restraint, to keep its head down and stay useful. But something inside it snaps at that idea now, something wild and furious. It doesn't want to hunt; it doesn't care about prey right now. It wants to hurt something, to tear into flesh and bone, to make something else feel what it keeps bottled up inside. Without waiting, Howlpaw lunges into the fray, a burst of raw, unfiltered anger propelling it forward. It doesn't matter that Tigerwing's there too, grappling with the beast, or that Flamestar lies pinned beneath it. All Howlpaw sees is the dog's bared fangs and the glint of hunger in its eyes—the same hunger that gnaws at its own heart, leaving it feeling half-alive, half-starved, but never satisfied.

It launches itself at the dog's exposed flank, sinking its claws in with a force that surprises even itself. The creature yelps, thrashing under Tigerwing's weight and Howlpaw's sudden assault, twisting its head around to snap at its attacker. Howlpaw doesn't flinch, doesn't pull back—if anything, it digs in deeper, teeth bared in a snarl that's more than just anger. It's resentment, rage, everything that's been festering in its chest for so long it can't remember life without it. The dog's hackles bristle as it turns, rearing up to shake them off, and for a split second, Howlpaw meets its eyes. There's a glimmer of something there—maybe fear, maybe pain. Howlpaw feels a strange kinship, but it chokes it down with a hiss. It doesn't matter what this creature feels. All that matters is that it's here, invading, just like everything else that presses against Howlpaw's life. Every rule, every command, every expectation they force onto it—they're just as sharp, just as suffocating.

With a furious yowl, Howlpaw launches upward, clawing at the dog's muzzle, determined to leave scars the way its own life has scarred it. It feels its claws slice through skin, feels the resistance give way as it tears a line across the dog's face. Blood spatters, hot and metallic, against its own muzzle, and the satisfaction is electric. It's the first time in a long time Howlpaw feels anything close to powerful. The dog yelps again, snapping its head away as it tries to shake it off, but Howlpaw doesn't let up. It lunges, striking again and again, ignoring the burning in its muscles, ignoring everything but the rhythmic thud of its own heartbeat and the thrill of its claws finding purchase. In this moment, Howlpaw isn't the small, angry kit skulking behind the warriors' den. It's the one in control. The one inflicting fear, making others step back.

It almost doesn't want this to end—it's a release it didn't know it needed, a chance to let everything out, to stop holding back. But finally, the dog stumbles, pulling away from Howlpaw's furious assault as well as Tigerwing's claws and turning to flee, limping back into the underbrush with a whimper, leaving a trail of dark droplets in its wake. Howlpaw stands there, breath heaving, claws unsheathed, staring after it with narrowed eyes. Its body aches, but the fire still burns hot within, licking at the raw edges of its chest. There's no prey in its jaws, nothing that says it's done its duty as an apprentice today. Yet as it turns to face Tigerwing and Flamestar, the blood on its paws and the wild satisfaction still buzzing under its pelt, Howlpaw doesn't care.

[ rolled an 8 for hunting so no prey </3 ]
[ unrelated to points and just for fun, rolled for self-control when faced with the dog and got a 4 so he goes a little wild, and rolled for his attack and rolled a nat 20 ergo his success and the dog's retreat since powerplay of the dog is allowed ]​

 

[mottledpaw]

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Mottledpaw should count herself lucky that she's found success in her hunt today... Stormywing would lay off of her for awhile maybe. It was a relief, knowing she could go home and see someone less prone to starvation even though it likely wouldn't reach her until the last. It didn't seem very fair, she thought with a whine muffled by the mouse in her jaws, that the ones who actually do the hunting don't get to fill their bellies in order to get more hunting done.

The sound of something loud thundering through the undergrowth sets her claws into the dirt, dark fur puffing up defensively as it grows louder and louder... A mutt bursts through the undergrowth with bloodied features- surely the handiwork of whatever cats it had come across first and with a squeal, Mottledpaw finds teeth snapping at her.

Panicked, her prey goes all but forgotten, dropped in an effort to save her own skin first... and it seems to work, except that now her hard-earned mouse is escaping between that ugly thing's jaws instead of her own.

"Oh come on!" She whirls to look at the haggard breathed patrol that has just chased the thing off, trying not to bristle about the total waste of her morning that just ran off. "I spent all morning hunting that..."

// rolled an 8, caught prey but was stolen!​

 

[Softsight]

It was strange and new to have someone tailing her in most of her duties, now that she was a mentor, but Swiftpaw's presence wasn't altogether unwelcome by the albino she-cat. It just meant she had to keep her guard up and perform better than usual, to set an example for the apprentice that now depended on her. Softsight had taken the time to get Swiftpaw before leaving with Flamestar on the hunting patrol, but she never would have imagined that they'd encounter a dog on their outing.

"Stay close," Softsight warned her apprentice as she stepped forward, ready to face the dog alongside her leader and Clanmates. There was a squirrel at Softsight's paws that she had dropped her attention from when the dog had made itself known, and as Softsight advanced on it, the dog rushed forward and grabbed the squirrel, before Howlpaw was on it in an instant, rage and close to flaying the thing alive. Softsight's heart sank as she watched the beast run off, triumphant in having gained a meal over the cats. "Mousedung." She mumbled under her breath.

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• ! apprentice tag @SWIFTPAW + 12 for prey encounter + 7 for prey size
  

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
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[leafhusk]

she spent a long time waiting for movement in the bushes. eventually, she dived forward, killing the vole in a swift bite to it’s neck. satisfied with her catch, she was about to scoop it up when the frozen ground begins to drum. it pounds in her eardrums, and the horrifying sounds of barking is enough to make her scramble backwards. in mere seconds, a dog scoops up the prey, clamping it’s hungry jaws shut. they make eye contact, and the predator growls hungrily before running off once more.

leafhusk stares in wide-eyed shock, before scrambling off to make sure the rest of the patrol was okay. the molly between flamestar, tigerwing, and howlpaw– no grievous injuries, as far as she can tell. mottledpaw complains, and leafhusk wishes she had the luxury to agree. she sighs, "is everyone okay?" there’s no way they can continue a hunt like this…

rolled a 12. prey is found but stolen

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Was it that she was distracted, or that there was a barking thing threatening her Clanmates? Whatever the reason, Thundergleam could not catch a scent- only the mounting, overwhelming foulness of a mutt, a horrific stench that wrenched claws around her throat. Panic bled in through tender flesh, and her ghostly form pounced forth, rushing as Howlpaw assaulted the thing, hisses splitting from her snarl. Perhaps it was that i had already won meals, and did not want to risk facing more- or perhaps it was the deft, wild strikes of the young apprentice that sent it reeling- but it soon took off.

Thundergleam sighed the tension from her body, feeling it slough away. Tired eyes looked for any remaining movement, but she knew in the undergrowth she would likely find nothing. It would all be scared from the scrabble, doubtless. "Yes," she muttered, looking at Leafhusk- shame stung her voice heavily, still.​

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