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  • #7229
    Tyler
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    Blinking as she stepped into the sunlight, the clan’s resident deputy found herself making her first appearance before the clan since the battle. Her concussion had taken a lot out of her, but with reluctant patience and restless badgering of Peachblossom and Hollystar, the she-cat was finally allowed back on duty. There was a spring in her step, a hyper lingering feeling that hadn’t seemed to cease since the battle itself. It was like she was a different person- if not more feral. The sun was high in the sky above ThunderClan bringing an almost oppressive heat wave and a stench unlike no other emanating from the fresh kill pile. With an irritated twitch of her whiskers and a flick of her tail her bi-colored eyes quickly found the source of the stench. The deputy had to refrain from gagging. It wasn’t even whole pieces of prey, it was all the halves and scraps no one else wanted which lay forgotten at the bottom of the pile.

    ‘These clan-cats are going to attract every predator in the forest!’ she spat in her mind, rolling her eyes. So this was what was to greet her on the first day back? So be it. She barely spared the warriors surrounding her a glance as she instructed them to take the scraps and ask around if anyone wanted them, and if not then to take the leftovers as far away from camp as possible. Then, once the pile was sufficiently cleaned of filth is was easy to examine that the pile was running a little low. Now that was what she wanted to do on her first day back. In a quick bound she inserted herself onto the Large Log, opening her maw to call for the patrol. “Let’s see.. can I get Burningskies, Russetdawn..” her eyes trailed the camp for volunteers, spotting the two newest apprentices of ThunderClan, “.. and Robinpaw and Lilypaw to join me for the Sunhigh Hunting Patrol.” She called.

    She waited for the mismatch of warriors and apprentices to join her, the calm look on her face a good sign that she didn’t have anything too strenuous ahead for the cats involved. “Today we’re going to be hunting in the Oak Forest. The goal is to get at least two kills from each of you,” her eyes found the apprentices, an amused glint finding its’ way into her eyes. “If your mentors haven’t taught you how to properly hunt yet then ask either me or another warrior. You are expected to earn your keep like everyone else you hear?” 

    With that she merely nodded in the general vicinity of the clan’s entrance before leaping ahead of them and beginning a brisk jog into the forest. It wasn’t long before they reached a good enough spot to slow her gait. “Spread out. Everyone must have two kills, you hear?”

    #7238
    Roach
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    Burningskies

    A soft purr could barely be heard from the dark calico Molly as she lays within the sun. Enjoying the heated warmth against her multi colored pelt, it felt nice to relax for a while. Lips parted to in a silent pant in order to cool herself down, not wanting to over heat during GreenLeaf, bright cerulean blue eyes heavy lidded as she was on the verge of drifting off into a peaceful sleep. Her breathing slowing down as she rests her wedged cranium lightly on her front paws as she lazily watches the other felines around her continue on their normal business. Yes; she should be doing something, but she couldn’t help but think that today was just too peaceful to pass up lazing about. The usual outgoing she-cat just couldn’t be bothered doing anything today, her clouded mind vaguely blaming the hot day as the main reasoning behind her sluggish movements. Her feathered-out tail lightly flicking side to side in utter contempt, that is before she hears her name loudly being called throughout the clearing.

    Jumping in utter surprise, eyes widening as all sleep evades her. Tensing as she quickly looks up at Bluefire; her deputy; wincing as she felt mildly embarrassed to be caught laying about. As she was sure that was the main reason why she had been called out in the first place, shaking her nerves away as she clumsily rises to her paws. Not wanting to keep the diluted calico waiting any longer than she already has, the poor molly has never been the most graceful feline for as long as she can remember. It never truly bothered her, as she easily ignores snickers that were always thrown in her way when she would trip randomly over thin air. Grace just was not in her vocabulary, unless it came to hunting, it was as if there was a switch in her mind and body specifically for stalking and hunting prey.

    Flashing a kind smile towards Bluefire as she gives a small nod in understanding. ‘Two kills. Simple enough’ she thought, her gaze flickering over to Russetdawn, Lilypaw, and Robinpaw. Letting her gaze linger longer on her younger brother; Robinpaw, awkwardness seeping into her pelt as she watches the young tom. Their relationship certainly wasn’t the best as she felt that their mother babied him far too much, it also did not help that they have different fathers. Hers having died a while ago from a sickness, in her mind she could never forgive her mother for so easily replacing her father. Slowly lookin away; not wanting to make her stares so openly obvious, now was not the time to dive deep into her thoughts.

    Waiting patiently for Bluefire to lead them further into the oak forest, the strong scent of sap and earthly tones invading her senses. Her strong scent of apples and honey being dulled by everything around her, soft crunches of dried leaves and twigs could be heard as they pad further into the forest. Nostrils flaring as she takes in the smells around her, causing her eyes to flutter close in content as she searches for any prey around her. The afternoon sun’s rays beaming down, casting a warm glow within the green forest, highlighting the different shades of greens, browns, and even yellows; a truly breath taking sight. During the day there were so much detail that often goes overlooked during the shadows of the night. Huffing as nothing catches her attention, with one last look towards her companions before breaking off from them. Burningskies knew that if she wanted to catch anything, she needed to go alone.

    #7256
    Olive
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    Russetdawn- Thunderclan Warrior

    The gentle calico she cat was making her way back and forth camp, grabbing sticks to fix a hole in the warriors den. Earlier, she had noticed the slight draft seeping in, and it had appeared that none of her clanmates had discovered it yet. The sun was high, and Russetdawn was hot, but thankfully because of the Thunderclan camp, there were plenty of trees to provide momentary shade for her to rest in. After a long, thorough sleep, the warrior vowed today she would make herself busy, as the weather was pleasant. So that is what she stuck do, and had just been patching the split in the wall. Now, that she had finished, Russetdawn pleased and somewhat proud of- her work, she had groomed her pelt free of the dirt it had collected from gathering sticks for the puncture.

    Once she was completely satisfied with her duty, the molly soon finished freeing her brown and white coat of small kinks, and mangles. It really doesn’t take long for my fur to get this crazy! She thought, chuckling to herself, as she straightened. The Thunderclan warrior peered around camp, which was as normal busy, and active. Before she could do anything else,  Russetdawn’s semi long ears swiveled to the mention of her name across the clearing, including some of her other clanmates. Straightening, and perceiving the deputy of the clan, Bluefire, had called upon her. Once the deputy finished speaking, the molly nodded positively, and heading over to the group of cats chosen for the patrol. It was a good group, and the she cat was glad she was selected for the patrol, so she could finally hunt.

    Once Russetdawn had joined her clanmates, a slight foul scent invaded her nose, but she ignored it, more focused on the patrol. Briefly glancing at Burningskies, Robinpaw, and Lilypaw, she smiled gently, before looking back at Bluefire. Once the deputy announced the location, she flicked her tail happily. Not having been in the Oak forest for a hot minute, Russetdawn was still eager. Then, after Bluefire prompted for a minimum of two kills, the molly nodded, determined to hunt, after all the working. “Alright.” The warrior murmured aloud, rising to her paws.

    Then after the deputy addressed both apprentices, Russetdawn soon bounded after Bluefire, Burningskies ahead of her. The she cat exhaled as she felt the sun radiating off gentle heat, and the scents of the territory filling her nostrils. The forest was alive with activity and it made her paws tingle. She couldn’t wait to begin hunting. Her thoughts were intervened as the Thunderclan deputy led the patrol, reminding everyone to spread out. That’s a good idea. Russetdawn nodded, and pushed deeper into the forest, her eyes sparkling with gaining energy.

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    #7259
    Vox
    Participant

    lilypaw !

    It was a warm Greenleaf day, nothing unusual for the season. Lilypaw was laying in the shade around a tail length’s away from Robinpaw, her eyes closed in preparation to take a quick nap. She had just had a training session the day before and the ache in her muscles was hard to ignore. It’s so nice outside… I just hope no one will need my help any time soon… Fate seemed to have other plans though because no sooner than Lily had drifted away into sleep had a strong voice called her name and jolted her awake. The scrawny apprentice scrambled to her paws, her green gaze darting about wildly for the source of the voice until it locked upon Bluefire’s shape on the large log. “Y-Yes! Coming, Bluefire!” She called out, not even bothering to groom down her fur before hustling over to where the rest of the patrol was gathered. The apprentice shuffled her white paws nervously as the instructions for the day’s hunt were relayed, her ears burning with embarrassment as the deputy teased her and Robin. More determined to prove herself than ever, Lilypaw ran after Bluefire as she led the patrol out of camp and into the forest, her long limbs allowing her to easily keep up the pace with the group. Two kills? I’ll get five! She thought bitterly. They soon arrived at the hunting spot and the order to spread out was given to the group. “Come on Robinpaw, lets head this way,” Lily told her friend, gesturing to a spot deeper in the forest where she could make out some taller underbrush they could cloak themselves with. 

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    #7274
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Robinpaw blinked sleepily, lips stretching wide with his yawn. As usual, Robinpaw hadn’t been far from his friend’s side and, upon hearing Bluefire’s words, was quick to follow Lilypaw’s steps. “Just two?” The apprentice murmured indolently to his friend, a trademark smirk resting on his face. “I bet we can catch more than that, right Lil’ Lily?” 

    Rob’s good mood was interrupted when his golden eyes caught sight of Burningskies’s. Robinpaw wouldn’t say he’d ever been blatantly hostile towards the other, but he’d certainly never made a point to reach out to her. Burningskies could’ve been his older sister, not just by blood but in heart, and instead, she’d acted like he didn’t exist. At least, that’s how he discerned it. The familiar order circled in the apprentice’s head: ‘Hold yourself with pride, son.’ Russetfrost’s soft voice easily fooled others into believing he was a gentle tom, but the memories tied to that familiar string of words was anything but gentle. The brown and orange furred tabby sneered but remained standing with his tail and head held high.

    Robin kept close to Lilypaw’s taller form, trailing after her. Robinpaw was never sure why his Ma and Pa had insisted he befriend the nervous she-cat when they were kits, but he was grateful for the friendship they shared. On days when Pa was “busy” and Ma was quiet like she was remembering a different time, Rob always had Lily to play with. “Wanna do some trapping?” He asked eagerly, the tension in his shoulders melting away with memories of empty nests and quiet sobs in the night. Robinpaw motioned to a squirrel hiding a few fox-lengths away, searching for food most likely. “You’re a skinny pine tree, Bones, so you get to start from here. I’ll loop around and block it if it tries to run, okay?” 

    #7279
    Tyler
    Participant

    Once satisfied that each member of her patrol was confident in her orders, the deputy turned her back on the patrol in an effort to find some place quieter- ideally as far away from the two young apprentices as possible. The ex-rogue had a loose gait about her, as she slunk along the forest floor searching for prey to catch her eyes. It didn’t take long until a hint of blue caught her eye. There, just beyond the oversized root of an oak tree rested a blue jay of spectacular coloring gnawing on a seed. 

    Quickly the city cat moved out of sight, using the tree as a sort of barrier between the bird and herself. In all honesty the she-cat had very little experience when it came to hunting. She wasn’t apart of the food raids back home, and those mostly consisted of securing untampered backs of kittypet food and scraps from the dumpster. She wasn’t horrible at hunting though, her methods were just less rudimental by nature. She had to rely on other instincts like reading enemies and knowing when to attack instead. 

    The blue dilute calico took uneasy steps forward, just missing a large twig by less than a mouse-length with her left front paw. Slowly but surely she found herself at the base of the tree, peering around the corner but looking beyond the bird as to not risk the feeling of eyes on the bird. The deputy slowly inhaled and counted, ‘One… Two… Three!’ and pounced! The bird, now alarmed, spread its wings in attempt to take off! Luckily the warrior found herself cleverly landing on the wings of the bird, hearing the bones crunch in two placed before nipping the back of its’ neck to finish the job. Prey number one down.

    #7315
    Vox
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    lilypaw !

    Lilypaw couldn’t help but smile and roll her eyes at Robin’s playful attitude. “We won’t catch a single thing if you scare away every single prey in the forest,” she murmured playfully, eyes and ears on full alert as she scanned her surroundings. She was trying to find prey, but the palpable tension between Robinpaw and Burningskies was what she noticed instead. What happened between them?  She tried to weed the distracting thoughts out of her head but only succeeded in distracting herself even more.

    Lilypaw was snapped back into reality from her intense focus as she heard her friend’s words beside her. Robinpaw gestured to a squirrel in the complete opposite direction and she mentally face-pawed, cursing herself for being so spacy. “S-Sure. Sounds good to me.” She replied quietly, lowering herself into a hunter’s crouch. The squirrel was a plump one, and Lily couldn’t wait to take it back to camp and show everyone what she had caught. Bluefire will be so impressed! 

    The scrawny apprentice slowly made her way forward, carefully stepping over any twigs or other obstacles in her way. She stopped around a fox length away, readied herself to jump, and… Her hind paws slipped on the grass, causing her to fall with her hind legs splayed awkwardly behind her. “Mouse-dung!” She spat as the squirrel began to run away. She scrambled back onto her feet and ran in pursuit of her kill, cursing under her breath the whole time. The squirrel was certainly fast, but Lily was faster. As the rodent scurried up a tree, Lily lept upwards and grabbed hold of it with her front paws, slamming it down into the ground and killing it with a swift bite to the neck. That was SO embarrassing. She thought angrily as she started to dig a hole to bury her kill in until she could come back for it. “One down, one to go.”

    #7501
    Roach
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    Burningskies

    Ears swirling in all directions as she tries to track down any sudden disturbances to the dry leaves and twigs littering the forest floor. The voices of her comrades muffling the further she separates herself from them. She knew from experience just how rowdy an apprentice can be, and having two would cause unnecessary noise. The medium haired calico did not need any distractions when trying to hunt. A soft sigh escapes her lips as her blue gaze wanders around in vague interest, all seemed quiet-too quiet for her taste, but basks in the calm aura around her nonetheless. Sunlight barely peeking through the thick green canopy of leaves decorating the oak trees proudly. Letting the patches of light to hit her pelt, causing her orange fur glow a fiery hue as she continues onwards. The usually social butterfly was in no mood to communicate with the others, and she had a sneaky suspicion that it had to do with her younger brother being one of the apprentices.

    Huffing as she knew that she was being childish for ignoring her younger sibling, but he had never tried to approach her either. In a way, they were both at fault, and Burningskies is just too stubborn to approach first. Biting the inner part of her cheek at the thought, inwardly cursing her mind for easily getting distracted when she notices that she steps on a twig. The snap echoing around her, causing her to wince at the noise. What makes it worse is when she looks up from the broken twig to spot a squirrel darting away from danger. “Oh mouse-dung!” She swears as she glares at her paw and thin piece of wood as the source of her problems. It would seem that hunting would be harder for the easily distracted. ‘Seriously?’ She couldn’t help but roll her eyes before deciding that she really needed to get her head out of her rear-end if she wanted to make a decent kill. All she needed was to listen to Bluefire ridicule her in front of her peers.

    With determination glistening in her breathtaking blue eyes as her ears perk up once more. Mouth parting as she takes in the scents around her. The distinctive taste of moss, soil, thrush, and—wait thrush! Grinning softly as her head shoots in the general direction of the distinct smell of a thrush nearby. Wasting no time as she silently follows the invisible trail, her paws carefully avoiding twigs or brush dusting the ground that could alert the animal of her sudden presence. Tuning every sound and distractions from her mind, her sole focus being the plump thrush picking at the grass. Eyes narrowing into slits as she studies the bird with interest, it seemed like the bird was picking bugs from the ground. ‘Good. It’s distracted with food’. Her paws itching to make a move, but she needed to wait for the perfect moment as she did not want to miss this kill.

    Allowing the shadows and grass to hide her petite figure, peeking through the opening of the green blades of grass silently. Her breathing slow, tail raised above ground level, not wanting to risk twitching her tail over leaves. After 5 minutes of quietly observing the greyish brown small feathered bird. Tensing as the little thing turns away, having it’s back facing her. ‘Bingo!’ Without any further hesitation she springs up, claws digging into the soft earth as she propels herself swiftly at the oblivious bird. Swiping quickly at its wings, pinning it down with triumph, “Got you” she mutters before going for the kill.

    #7713
    Olive
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    Russetdawn- Thunderclan Warrior

    The feeling of loneliness slithered down the bright, calico’s spine, which was an emotion that she rarely felt. She was known to be a bubbly, and vivacious she cat, her energy sometimes never fading. But as the patrol continued, Russetdawn openly wondered why it had been a nearly silent patrol for her so far. During the beginning of the hunting patrol, she had been livelier, more enthusiastic for the patrol. But now, in the midst of her quietude, her energy seemed to have faded a bit. As she glanced around at her clanmates, it seemed a boulder dropped in her stomach. Almost all of the others had hunted, undoubtedly, being successful. Oh Starclan! Do I have bees in my brain?! She yowled inwardly.

    Flickering her amber gaze to the rest of the felines, warm embarrassment crept along her skin. But her bright eyes remained on the form of Bluefire for a moment longer. Out of the others on the patrol, Russedawn deeply hoped that the Deputy of Thunderclan didn’t regard her as a mouse brain. I need to get a move on. The warrior mused, slight panic revealed in her appearance. Time to catch up. The molly swallowed her nervousness and anxiety. As she recalled at the beginning of the patrol, Bluefire had announced that the Thunderclan cats must catch two kills. But the brown and white she cat perceived a spark in her paws, including a voice in the back of her head. Two kills? Maybe I should do three! It almost surprised her, but the warrior noted that the third kill would be her redemption, and it would also be good for the clan. “If I do catch three.” Russetdawn murmured aloud. But now her mind was set to it, and for some reason, she felt much more into it and determined. For the moment she asked herself why she was so confident, but in the back of her mind,she knew it was for the best.

    Soon, the calico she cat slipped away, pushing through the grasses, and plants. She reached a semi open spot where she could scent for prey. The moment she lifted her muzzle and inhaled, the smells of the forest seemed to have bombarded her. The scent of the vegetation slammed into her, and the whole forest seemed to be alive around her. “Well, it pretty much is.” Russetdawn murmured, giggling softly. In the distance, birds were heard, faintly fluttering their wings overhead. But she snapped back into focus to the task aw paw. Sniffing once more, the warrior detected a starling not too far away and she immediately dropped into a hunting crouch, stilling her entire body, but gliding forward. She did her best to move through the tall grasses and when she cleared them, some fox-lengths ahead of her, was the starling. The small black, oblivious bird was pecking away. Thank Starclan it’s downwind!  Russetdawn praised inwardly. Once close enough, the energy bubbling inside her, the Thunderclan she cat sprang forward, shooting towards the bird. The now startled prey was on the verge of fluttering away in sheer luck, but Russetdawn..didn’t exactly have the luck. Well..some, because the bird had proven to show fast reflexes, the molly barreled into it, toppling over, with an “oopmh!”. The lucky part for her was that she had managed to crush the starling under her body when she had collided with it, undoubtedly, smothering it under her fall. But the unfortunate prey was now killed. Russetdawn made quick work of burying her starling, small pride flaring in her chest.

    She soon once again joined the others, silently thanking they hadn’t witnessed her fortunate, yet clumsy kill. At least it was a kill. One down, one, or two to go. She mentally imagined what Bluefire would think of her then! But at least the molly wasn’t behind now, and she wasn’t planning on it for the rest of the patrol. But it wasn’t long until her agitation returned, due to her silence. She really hadn’t said one word to any of the other felines, and the patrol would be deathly boring is she kept it that way. So Russetdawn took the initiative and turned to Robinpaw, warmly flicking her ears. “Hey Robinpaw.” She greeted, with a smile. The brown and white warrior only wished she had interacted with the apprentices more because she rarely did.

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