camp YOU ARE WELCOME IF YOU ARE FOOD ✧ . failed hunt

[SCREECHSTORM]

✧ . Warm weather only grows with each passing day, and with it, an increase in opportunities for Screechpaw to show off his hunting skills. With all the little critters roaming about now, it should only be right that Forestshade’s son finds ease in catching them. Especially with how far he is in his apprenticeship, now. For this he looks forward to the day’s hunting patrol. For this, he only finds himself disappointed by it.

Even in the day’s growing shadows does the apprentice find his fur grow hot as the camp’s entrance grows close. It’s not sunlight that bears down on dark fur, but embarrassment burning it up, an overt awareness of how empty his maw is. No newts to carry home, no birds. Nothing.

Split-green gaze has already darted from patrol-mate to patrol-mate countless times on their quiet return, has already accounted for everyone’s prizes — and by everyone, he means everyone. Screechpaw is the only one to return without a single catch to bring to the fresh-kill pile. The great hunter he is, the great hunter he’s meant to be.

How can that be? There are no rogues to blame, no frost for the prey to hide from. And yet, he fails to bring anything back. He tries to ignore the sparks that his embarrassment ignites, tries to push them away as he steps into camp.

And, as if he has a reason to, Screechpaw follows behind the rest of the patrol toward the fresh-kill. Because, perhaps no one will notice — perhaps he can get away with pretending he’s brought something back, and no one will comment on it whatsoever. As others dip their heads to drop their prey, he mirrors their actions, silently assuring himself that he’ll catch something good next time.

“ Well — “ Screechpaw says, sun-blotched tail flicking behind him as he carries on pretending, “ Good hunt, everyone. “ ​

✦ ABOUT

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  SCREECHPAW ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Apprentice of ShadowClan.
  ✧ . A black/red tabby chimera tom with mismatched green eyes.
  ✧ . Forestshade x Vulturemask
  ✧ . Mentored by Chilledstar
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[THORNPAW]

Being allowed to join patrols she had garnered some good practice with Bonerattle. So far he was a pretty good mentor and a nice enough cat to be around. Slowly, she had followed after the older tom with curious bi-colored eyes. During their impromptu lesson she had managed to snag a full-grown frog in all it's slimy glory. Despite Frig being a popular choice in the pile she wasn't terribly fond of the creatures.

Once the patrol had wrapped up she eagerly followed her mentor back to camp. Holding up her catch high and allowing a small glimmer of pride to show through. Looks like I'm finally getting the hang of it. The positive thought comes as a welcome surprise in her usually neutral nature. Holding the scrawny creature by its back she steps in line to deposit the morsel. Yet, she spots Screechpaw standing just ahead of her, and leaving... Nothing? Weird. Confusion scrunches their maw as the barbary feline abandons her catch on top. Why would they come to the pile without their catch? She wasn't sure if the ebony apprentice had actually caught anything at all.

Usually, Thornpaw would move on from it, but even her denmates cool tone felt off. The tabbies eyes thin with suspicion and her thick bushy tail lashes. Well I should give them the benefit of the doubt. Stepping out of the way she approaches the older paw' with an inquisitive head tilt. "What did you catch today, Screechpaw?" Her meow is blunt and lacking accusation but their pupils flicker with interest.​

 

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Snowpaw had found a form of ease when it came to hunting, despite her pale fur sticking out like a sore paw, the molly had thrived, especially in leaf-bare. Yet, what had given her an advantage had melted away and Snowpaw had to deal with the other means of blending with the surroundings, mud. Her usually white fur was now stained brown from their marshy terrain, yet it was only temporary. Snowpaw kept quite the distance from Scorchedmoon and Swallowpaw, allowing their mentor to give the younger apprentice the lecture they needed before dropping their own catch in the pile before an ear twitched at the words that graced her friend's lips.

Slowly Snowpaw came over, fur slightly brushing against Thornpaw's before looking at the older apprentice with a tilt of her head. The way his eyes seemed to go from side to side while he had not supplied anything to the pile made Snowpaw's tail twitched. Had the tom even catch anything? "Maybe he got hungry and ate it... " she said softly, a joking tone in her voice, wanting to give the other a benefit of the doubt about his failed hunt.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[orchidbloom]

Orchid is proud of herself today. The patrol she had attended turned out to be a massive success from her, and she had snagged a snipe. The creature did not go out without a small tussle, but everyday she thanks Forestshade for teaching her how to stealth herself during a hunt, the ins and outs of doing so. She's so lost in her head she barely misses the avoidance Screechpaw displays or the way the patrol is looking at him.

She looks at Screechpaw. Then to Thornpaw, who is questioning, their tone blunt. Snowpaw joins in- Orchidbloom speaks without thinking with a quivering voice. "Well- U-Uhm... Screechpaw actually h-helped me w-with catching this... Thank the S-Stars he did..." they drop the snipe upon the pile, blue-hued eyes sliding to Forestshades son. They think of his annoyance with her and they find themselves slightly regretting their words. But... they put their own ego aside- ever since she was a kit, Orchid never liked being in the limelight.

It would have been infinitely better to stay out of it, but they've already made their move by speaking.

I made a promise after all, she flicks her tail behind her. Ever since their mentor was a queen, overseeing their training from the nursery and even... leaving, to train them, they had constantly checked in. They had made a pact, after all, that they'd be a good role model for them.

Their stomach churns in anxiety.

"W-Was everyone lucky t-today?" they blink, hope in their voice, trying to change the topic. Leafbare was far behind them, the leaves of greenleaf making it hard to remember the over-the-top starvation the clan once endured. Life is good when the weather is warm...

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  ❝ i smile because i want to, i smile because you want to. ❞
  ❥ orchidkit, orchidpaw, orchidbloom
  ❥ afab ,, she/they ,, 13 months
  ❥ warrior of shadowclan ,, formerly mentored by forestshade
  ❥ lanky yet fluffy cinnamon smoke she-cat with wide blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, d1afed" ,, thoughts
  ❥ bisexual ,, mates with raggedbite
  ❥ smells like lilies and iris'

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[lilacfur]

Lilacfur looked on to the returning patrol wistfully, wishing herself able enough to have joined them. With half her face still wrapped in cobwebs and poultices she was unfit for anything that wasn't sitting around and looking pretty. While she tucked her paws beneath her and relaxed in the sun she tried her best not to look so longingly at the patrol, but it's hard not to overhear the conversation at the fresh-kill pile.

With a languid stretch she slowly rose up to stand and joined to peer at what all had been caught for the morning. "Any frogs or toads? Marblekit and Sycamorekit still haven't eaten yet." Or herself, but she didn't worry when the three of them could share.​

[ i need the clouds to cover me ]​