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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 18:48:23 GMT -5
 
"Should we try to scent it out again?", asked Hawkfeather as his tail twitched reapetedly anxious to find this prey.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 5, 2016 19:04:10 GMT -5
(Psst! Hawkfeather is the senior warrior! XD He is older than Fieldgrass.)
Fieldgrass paused. "I-I don't know. I don't think so?" He said unsure. He didn't know if he was just seeing things. The tom looked around but still say nothing. He shook his head. "No. No, I think we are ok."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 20:52:04 GMT -5
I know XD)
"Shall we go back or catch something for the clan before we go?", asked Hawkfeather blinking as his ears flicked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 2:52:07 GMT -5
(Oh, yes, please! We'd love for you to join us, Lynx!
Oo! What do you have for poor Ravenstar?) { also, what is the general guideline for how long the joining form should be ??
they may have a little crush ;D } |
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 12:10:36 GMT -5
(Sorry, guys! I had a final today an NEEDED to study. Hopefully, I did well!
This is a semi-advanced RP, Lynx so however long you would like to make it! Go into as much detail as possible.)
"We should probably try to hunt. I know Blizzardwing is hunting wit Stormpaw and Tinypaw. And I overheard Brooktail mention hunting to Starlingflight. But we should probably hunt a little too." Fieldgrass said with a wrinkled nose. It was unlikely they could find something though. But still, it was important to find something. Hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 12:57:49 GMT -5
"Great shall we continue, but at least let's catch two pieces of prey Fieldgrass.", told the tom as he lifted his muzzle in the air trying to scent out some prey. Hawkfeather didn't catch a scent and told," We should go hunt some where else, every scent here is faint."
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 13:17:10 GMT -5
(My brain is fried. I had trouble writing today...)
Fieldgrass just nodded. "I know Starlingflight's patrol is near High Boulders. And I think Blizzardwing is near Elder Pine?" He said with a questioning look. The sandy tom lashed his tail and looked around. He took a breath and could smell nothing but snow.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 13:19:24 GMT -5
"All I know it is going to be pretty hard to hunt in leaf-bare.", told the tom as he walked into a new direction to see if they got any luck of scenting any prey. Hawkfeather said,"Let's try to go into new areas and see if we could scent anything out."
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 13:41:52 GMT -5
"And it is going to get harder." Fieldgrass suddenly said. The tom lifted his head and pointed to the sky with his muzzle. The sky, although around mid afternoon, we turning grey. Snow clouds were rolling in. He could already see slight snow flurries begin to dance around the treetops.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 13:43:17 GMT -5
"Great it is snowing isn't it?", guessed the tom with a grunt escaping him. His pads walked on the soft snow and continued scenting for prey. Hawkfeather said to himself," No luck again."
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 13:47:15 GMT -5
Fieldgrass nodded with a worried look. He padded after Hawkfeather, taking in the scents as well. Everything smelled of dead bracken. He sighed heavily and coughed. A chill ran up his spine. He coughed again and took a deep breath to try and stop. That's went the scent of mouse filled his senses and made his mouth water.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 13:55:06 GMT -5
"You smell something?", asked Hawkfeather as he noticed Fieldgrass's expression as if he has spotted fresh prey.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 14:20:08 GMT -5
(Hawk is going to find something too. That is 3 from the hunting patrol, two from the toms, and one from the border patrol. Then there are two one the prey pile right now. That is 8 pieces of prey for 17 cats. That's not a lot but enough to help them survive at least.)
Fieldgrass nodded. He dropped into a hunters crouch and moved forward. Before her could take more than a few steps, a mouse shot out almost right underneath his paws. Startled, the tom jerked away before rushing forward. He dove into the snow after the mouse and catch it. The was actually a bit plump.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 14:27:40 GMT -5
"Great!", purred the tom quietly as he watched Fieldgrass catch the plump mouse. "Nice catch!", purred Hawkfeather as he saw the mouse dead in his mouth. "So I need to find some prey. We should walk around and see if we could find something else.", suggested the tom as he scented a stale scent of rabbit.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 14:41:22 GMT -5
Fieldgrass nodded. He carried the mouse over to a tree. He buried it near it underneath the snow. Hopefully, nothing would find it. The snow-covered tom shook his fur. He shivered lightly and coughed. He turned and followed after Hawkfeather.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 14:45:46 GMT -5
"There a stale scent of rabbit here.", noted the tom to him as he sniffed the air more catching the same rabbit scent, but it was a little faint,but it was fresh.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 14:52:10 GMT -5
Fieldgrass opened his mouth. He, too, could detect the scent. He nodded to Hawkfeather. "Good luck! It's your hunt." The tom whispered. He didn't know if the prey was close and didn't want to scare it away.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 14:54:45 GMT -5
"Thanks.", whispered the tom back as he followed the scent realizing the scent was getting stronger.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 14:57:46 GMT -5
Fieldgrass watched from the shadows. He peaked around a bracken bush to watch Hawkfeather hunt.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 15:00:42 GMT -5
A beautiful, sleek , and white rabbit was feasting on grass. The tom unsheathed his claws and walked towards the rabbit with his tongue smacking his lips.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 15:04:13 GMT -5
(XD It's just you and me, Daryl! Lol!)
Fieldgrass held his breath.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 15:07:20 GMT -5
There is an account called Popeyes. ]
Hawkfeather leaped on the rabbit killing it with a swift bite that made the animal stop thrashing in his grasp. Dropping it on the floor, the tom said," I caught it!:"
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 15:31:25 GMT -5
(Popeyes?)
Fieldgrass purred. "Awesome catch! That should feed a few cats." He said happily. He was excited to bring this back to camp. He coughed again.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 15:35:36 GMT -5
sorry. ]
Hawkfeather gleamed with pride and he purred, " Thanks let's go to camp and you should check that cough out with Leafblaze."
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 15:42:21 GMT -5
(Lol! Who is Popeyes? How do you know they are here?)
Fieldgrass shook his head. "Nah. I'm fine. I just got a bit of snow down my throat." He said before coughing again. He licked his lips before smiling at Hawkfeather. "We should get back though."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 15:53:10 GMT -5
Idk, if saw thread about Popeyes. They changed their name to Popeyes Lady XD )
"I agree. Like to lead the way because you got first catch.", insisted the tom to Fieldgrass with a smile on his face.
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Post by Wildfire* - π¦ on Dec 6, 2016 16:10:10 GMT -5
Fieldgrass nodded. He trekked through the forest and towards the tree where he buried his prey. He coughed, trying to hold it back, and grabbed the mouse. He turned to check that Hawkfeather was still behind him.
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Post by LΓ³rien on Dec 6, 2016 16:38:47 GMT -5
"Wow, they sound... incredible," She whispered, more amazed at their strangeness than scared. She leaped over a small pile of snow, peering out towards the border, halfway hoping that she would be able to see one. She backed away slightly once she saw that there where no strange no furred creatures meandering about. "I wonder what they have on them," She murmured halfway to herself, before scenting a mouse. The little she cat stiffened, trying to locate the smell, before finding a small, undersized rodent nibbling on a seed. Slipping into a hunters crouch the manx slipped forward until she was close enough to leap, then she did, killing the small thing quickly. Blizzardwing noted his apprentices annoyance but said nothing of it. Instead he swiped some snow off of the root next to him so he could climb on before leaping up into the tree, claws digging into the softened bark. He hauled himself up to the lowest branch, settling on it before calling down, "Now, I want each of you to find at least one piece of prey to bring back to camp, I'll watch from here." Stormpaw rolled his eyes at the rather bossy tom, not particularly liking his bossy attitude. "Lets go then," The apprentice mewed, scenting the air in attempts to finding something that would be considered prey. He just wished it was easier to actually catch creatures once he found them. "What is it?" Coldfire asked eagerly, wanting to be of some help. Maybe she could be cleared to patrol the borders, that would be nice and relaxing in the she cats opinion. She leaned forward towards the medicine cat, willing to do anything to get off of day guard duty. (Real sorry for not being on, everyone. I haven't really been able to RP due to irl stuff, but from here on out I should be able to.) Leafblaze shuffled her paws nervously as the Queen eagerly questioned her, worried that her job to give to the Queen would disappoint her. "W-well, I was thinking you could help me collect herbs!" The she-cat suggested, getting her regular cheer back. After all, it was always good to have someone by your side when you step out of the camp. Who knows what will happen, from getting a twisted paw, to getting ambushed by wildlife. |
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