you've got some crap in your hair [open/feather fight?]

[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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Quill wasn’t known for his outgoing or charming personality. Hell, he was as close to a boring, basic-bitch as you could get- but even he had his moments. Walking along the Thunderclan border, one such moment happened to arise.

The patrol had been quiet and not interesting at all exactly how he liked them when all of a sudden he came across the remains of a nest. It was mostly just a pile of plucked feathers bunched together on the ground among some dead grass, and he paused as he was suddenly hit with an impulse.

Usually, he didn’t let the intrusive thoughts get the better of him. They were just fun little ‘what if’ scenarios that his mind liked to indulge in from time to time. But this one? Well, his self control could piss right off.

He cast a single glance toward the clanmate closest to him, just to gauge the distance, and then loudly, and with great lack of inflection announced ”Ew, a dead bird,” and promptly kicked the clump of feathers right at them.

OOC- Quill is just screwing around with an old birds nest. Feel free to be the cat he kicked it at, but I’d prefer someone with a sense of humour so it doesn’t become an actual fight. Just friends screwing around XD

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"Speech"/Thoughts
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skyclan - male - 30 months (Feb 17th) - mated to Twitchbolt - a very tall, muscular chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.

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[Owlheart]

Patrols were usually peaceful- apart from when they weren't but Owlheart wasn't trying to think too hard about the what if's in scenarios like this. She didn't like being near the ThunderClan border, always concerned that another border scrap between the two clans would occur again. It’s an unnecessary worry since Orangestar and Howlingstar had held a discussion and drew to a peaceful conclusion but that won't ever stop some brazen warrior or apprentice in the heat of the moment.

This was an unfounded concern right now as there wasn't actually any other clan cat apart from SkyClan's own. That eased her tension somewhat, she brushes against a fern as the patrol walks along the path that she could swear up and down that she could walk in her sleep at this point. She looks over her shoulder at her clanmates and can only stare once she noticed Quillstrike stop and examine a birds nest? Or was it a deceased bird? As she craned her head to look at it from where she stood she caught the fact that her eyes met with Quillstrike.

Owlheart doesn't think much of this fact until a bird is launched right at her, is it a bird? He said it was a dead bird and at this moment she's inclined to believe him. The tabby recoils with a grimace before looking down at the pile of feathers, oh, just a birds nest. An amused smile finds its way to her features as she bats the clump back across to the tom. “I worry for any apprentice in your charge if you think this is a dead bird” she mrrows with a chuckle, whiskers twitching as she looks between the nest then to Quillstrike. “how far do you think you could hit it?” It's a simple question, she likes to think so at least.
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[MALLOWLARK]

In truth, Mallowlark had been more excited when he'd thought it had been a dead bird. With doglike excetement he'd watched the thing fly, only for it to do a limp little weave, made of sticks and twine and whatever-else ... it was a feeble thump when it hit Owlheart, not the crack that a bag of bones and blood would make. Interest so moon-bright in his eyes only seconds ago dulled a little, but not completely... it still glimmered there, like a spluttering flame.

"A real dead bird would go further," he observed. Laughter bubbled through the crevices of his tone, escaping wherever it was able- the image, the image! And the excitement of it ... he spoke so matter-of-factly for a reason, of course! WHo would he be to speak without having done his own research? Eager, Mallowlark's tongue began to outrun him. "But- but I reckon if you got a run up, that'd still go pretty far ... enough to clock a Thunderclanner between the eyes, HAH...!"

Wouldn't that be a sight! Still, not as good as a real corpse, where a talon could splinter and puncture a cornea...​

☺PENNED BY PIN​

 

[Sorrelsong]

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A soft mrrow bubbles up from the molly as she descends a nearby tree to join Owlheart and the others. Truthfully Quill's claim and actions had jump-started her heart, sending her over to him in a flurry but after Owlheart's joke, she calmed to a steady trot.
"Not that they'd mind much." She smiles after Mallowlark's comment, ignoring the uncomfortable shiver it sends down her spine. "I'm sure they're used to getting hit in the head all time - probably how they get their ideas." Like stealing our prey. She finishes the retort in her head but doesn't speak it aloud. Even since her.. not peaceful run in with the other clan during Blazestar's leadership she had a disdain for the clan. This was probably one of the harsher ways she'd shared her thoughts, though.
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[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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The tip of his tail flicked, and the subtle upturn of his lips conveyed his amusement as he watched Owlheart recoil in surprise and disgust before realising it was just a nest. His sense of humour was usually hit or miss with cats, gross, dark, or sarcastic. He still wasn’t sure how Twitchbolt had stomached it, but he wasn’t about to complain.

”Any apprentice who can’t tell the difference between a corpse and a nest deserves to have me as a mentor.” he replied as he caught the nest with a swift, easy extension of a large paw as his gaze shifted to Mallowlark and Sorrelsong.

At the toms words, mismatched gaze drifting off in the direction of the aforementioned clan, thoughtful for a moment before replying.. ”if I was gonna kick something at a Thunderclanner, I think I’d choose the dead bird.” Mallowlark was right- there was more weight behind it, and he could deal with the stench of death and pulling a few maggots off his paws if it meant he got to watch some Thunderclanner shriek like the damn cowards they were.

”Maybe it would knock some sense into them.” he agreed, gaze shifting to Sorrelsong with a nod.

Then, he turned his attention back to Owlheart- time to see how far he could kick it. ”Bet you a squirrel I can get it past that tree over there.” he challenged, gaze sparking confidence.

Before waiting to see if she accepted or not, he promptly turned, shifted his weight, and gave the small nest a massive whack. Quill was a strong cat- long legged, with muscle in his shoulders and hindquarters that made him an excellent climber and fighter. He was athletic, but not in the way that cats like Slate, Silversmoke, or Duskpool were, lacking the sheer bulk of their weight and musclemass.

But he did okay for himself- enough to be borderline arrogant in his own abilities most of the time, even if it didn’t show outwardly all that much.

The issue here wasn’t strength, though. The issue was that the nest was light, and therefore it could only go so far based on force alone. Mallowlark was not wrong in stating that a corpse would go farther, and Quillstrike had the grim thought that he could certainly get one past the tree if it'd been present.

Not that his clanmates would appreciate him kicking around a dead bird, he was sure.

But Quill wasn’t just strong. He was smart too, and well aware that the autumn wind buffering their pelts was in his favor. What his strength couldn’t do, the wind would compensate for.

And it did.

The nest settled a length or two beyond the tree, landing in a messy clump of feathers and twigs among the pine needles scattered about the forest floor.

”Cool.”

OOC- rolled an 18, do not feel obligated to owe him a squirrel regardless of his success!!

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"Speech"/Thoughts
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skyclan - male - 30 months (Feb 17th) - mated to Twitchbolt - a very tall, muscular chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.

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