You feel like a bad boy? Well I'm king Kong - old fox burrow

[owlpaw.]

feel the rain on your skin

He had little experience land hunting, typically avoiding it to feel the cool water run through thick scraggly brown fur (that is to note, matted in knots at the current moment), so he usually ran quite warm during the summer months. Painfully too warm, sometimes. It was easier entirely to get fish, anyways. Owlpaw seen himself as a fish catching master. He barely ever missed a fish, and if he did, he was often distracted (haven't y'all ever heard to stop and smell the roses once in a while?).

Land hunting by far was not an easy task. He wasn't necessarily bad at it, but hemlockshines disapproval seemed to promote thoughts that he was absolutely terrible on land. He normally struggled with running,(especially races), where swimming he could be found doing fluidly against any current, as long as he didn't have another body holding him down.

He had spent more time unfortunately land hunting recently as the colder months brought the waters to be frigid, and land hunting to be more required. And as he sniffed along the ground, owlpaw suddenly noticed a concave, where if he wanted to, he could probably fit in the narrow passage way. "Hey, come have a look at this!" He shouted back to the patrol, mismatched gaze narrowing down into the darkness.

He didn't recognize the scent that came from the hole in the ground. But it smelled... Like... He didn't know. His head pulled back though, and his paw moved to cover his snout, disgust covering his features. "It stinks, but smells kinda old," he comments. "What is it?"

@HEMLOCKSHINE mentor tag no need to wait ! //
Going off the fact Google told me foxes smell awful and musky and almost skunklike, but it is a fox burrow! //
Roll of seven means he didn't recognize it as fox or know it was a fox//

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ฅ^._.^ฅ :owl:

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  Owlpaw
  Riverclan Apprentice | Mentored by: Hemlockshine
  Gender: amab, he/him
  Personality: Little Brother Vibes, Hides pain with humor, Competitive, Loyal, Confused easy, Not the smartest tool in the shed.
  Physical: Easy | Mentally: Medium
  May start a fight | will not flee | will show mercy
  Peaceful power play allowed!
  Penned by Deidre
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[willowroot]

( ☾ ) the smoke molly enjoys land hunting, to a degree. it reminds her of her old life, a mouser aboard some twoleg contraption that sailed vast waters. she cannot say now that she is as good at is as she had once been, but it is nice to feel her body sink into a familiar crouch, to allow claws to descend upon unsuspecting creatures. it reminds her bittersweetly of her kithood.

so, she does not begrudge the oncoming of leaf-bare for its land hunting necessities (instead she hates it for other reasons), and happily accompanies the small patrol as they fan out across the territory. looking for mice in the bright air of leaf-fall is not difficult, as the little creatures enjoy scuttling about beneath leaves of amber and sun, but it is a bit harder to scent them among all the wet that the flood has left behind. trailing behind owlpaw and hemlockshine, willowroot pauses to quietly talk to echopaw, explaining briefly the difficulties that leaf-bare hunting has on the clan.

at owlpaw's shout, she glances up, fur fluffing briefly, single ear pinning back as she braces for danger. fortunately, the boy does not seem to be in any, and the willowy woman beckons her apprentice along, arriving beside owlpaw and scenting the air. green eyes widen at the realization of what the burrow must be, but there is no fresh smell of fox, only the leftover stench, muted a bit by the earthen scent of turned mud. "this is a fox burrow," she explains to the two apprentices, swishing her tail. "seems abandoned, the fox probably fled during the flood. we should fill it in so no one trips over it."

THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // apprentice tag @Echopaw~ "#91A26C"
  
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  WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 46 MOONS. MENTORING ECHOPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smoky long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, cut through with dark ghost stripes. friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape, and her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.
  

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[TURTLEDOVE]

Turtledove was not fond of hunting on land or water. She loved swimming and running through the territory, but still found it hard to have patience fishing or slowly stalking a mouse. She had learned a lot in her apprenticeship, and could rustle up prey if needed, but still preferred fighting and guarding to hunting. It was impossible to not be assigned to hunting patrols, though. She tended to hang back and try her best on these patrols. She found that a lot of her clanmates had more success than she did.

The spotted she-cat trotted behind Willowroot and Owlpaw, eyeing the hole at their feet. "Blech! Smells terrible." She nodded at Willowroot's suggestion and started tearing into the soft dirt near them to bring up some dirt to fill the burrow.

"Crazy to think that WindClan has cats that can squeeze into these holes, right? I can't even get my head into one." With a chuckle, she tried it and barely got her muzzle into it before grinning up at Owlpaw, hoping for a laugh.

✧ ✧ YOU COULD LET IT ALL GO

• ooc:
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• — large stocky silver charcoal tabby she-cat with short tail and green eyes
  — 12 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  — bisexual(?) ; currently not looking
  — child of Pondstep and Shadoweye
  — riverclan ; loyal to lichenstar
  — easy to befriend ; trusts easily with a kind word
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed and encouraged!

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[HEMLOCKSHINE]

His apprentice's current state is a disgrace, but he's making an effort to participate in the patrol, and Lichenstar had told Hemlockshine to be... patient, after all. And look where that got us, he thinks bitterly, recalling Sunpaw and Owlpaw's public outburst, soon followed by his own more private one. But the sick, twisting feeling in his stomach every time he looks at the knots in the young tom's pelt, as his mind shies away from the knowledge that his cutting words had caused them, lends itself well to mercy - even if only to soothe his own bruised self-image.

That isn't to say he's falling over himself to earn Owlpaw's forgiveness. If anything, Owlpaw should be seeking his for embarrassing him in front of the whole Clan. Being sharp enough to identify an animal burrow is a start, though Hemlockshine is surprised and irritated to discover that, apparently, Nightingalestrike had never thought to introduce Owlpaw to the scent of fox. Yet another mistake that that foolish tom has left for me to remedy. Wonderful. To his continued irritation, Willowroot beats him to explaining the scent. His Clanmates just can't stop getting in his way, can they? First Beefang, now this.

Unwilling to get his dainty white paws dirtier than they already are in all of this mud, Hemlockshine masks his displeasure with a scoff. "Well, have fun playing tunneler," he tells Turtledove, already scouring the ground for any lingering traces of prints. "But someone should make sure it isn't still in or near the territory. Now that the water is down, it could come back. If it didn't drown, that is." He'd prefer a drowned fox than a starving one lingering near their land, picking off their already dwindling prey and posing a threat to patrols. The corpse would be ugly, but at least it wouldn't be hungry.

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• HEMLOCKSHINE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, 21 moons
  ⭃ a tall, lithe black smoke tom with blue eyes and low white. he is cold, composed, and willing to resort to manipulation to get what he wants. he is incredibly vain, to the point that anyone who mars his pretty face is in for a world of pain. please note that hemlockshine will be prone to saying and doing awful things that i, as his roleplayer, do not condone. all of his opinions are ic only.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.
  

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