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Post by sheepwheat on Jun 13, 2018 19:28:14 GMT -5
Littlestep stopped in his tracks at the shaking grass. It smelled faintly of rabbit, but another scent was overwhelming it. "I don't think that's only a rabbit, Blackpaw," he hissed warily. "It smells like it's an owl, but I don't know what one would be doing in daylight like this...circle around, circle widely until you're across from me. I'm going to approach it. Try to creep from behind on it" Littlestep crouched and crept forward, nosing his way through the grass. A small owl was crouched close to the ground, surrounded by the remains of a young rabbit. It spotted the tom and let out a wheezy screech, but made no effort to flee. The owl's right wing and leg we're splayed limply to it's side, and it seemed to have lost some feathers on it's chest.
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Post by snow on Jun 13, 2018 21:13:10 GMT -5
Blackpaw nodded, a bit weary but itching for a fight. The apprentice did as Littlestep told him and circled widely around the movement until the old tree at the center of the meadow was once again across from him, but closer. Treading as carefully as possible, and trying to move his large frame stealthily, Blackpaw crept forward through the grass until he came upon the same scene his mentor was witnessing. Through the grass he could see his mentor also crouched, studying the injured owl. "Prey?" Blackpaw mouthed silently to Littlestep. Coming back to camp with an owl for the fresh-kill pile would shut everyone up about his hunting abilities.
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Post by sheepwheat on Jun 13, 2018 21:45:36 GMT -5
Littlestep watched the owl for a moment more, trying to decide if his apprentice was correct in it's fate. It wouldn't be difficult to catch—it couldn't fly and couldn't do more than hop—and it'd certainly be impressive to drag home. He nodded to Blackpaw, then began creeping closer to it.
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Post by snow on Jun 13, 2018 21:59:00 GMT -5
Blackpaw smiled grimly, slowly moving forward until he was almost clear of the grass. He tread as quietly as possible, watching carefully as the owl's attention stayed on Littlestep. It didn't even know he was there. As soon as he was a suitable distance away, Blackpaw paused to check if it had heard him. It hadn't. The apprentice prepared to strike, his hindquarters moving slightly in preparation for the leap. Then he pounced.
(I'm not sure if you want him to be successful or not, that's up to you. it might be cool for plot later if he gets a minor injury or something. idk how much damage this owl can do but if blackpaw miscalculated then maybe littlestep will have an angry owl situation on his paws haha))
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Post by sheepwheat on Jun 13, 2018 22:11:57 GMT -5
{ what if they were successful but it was like an omen or something? They come out of it with a scratch or two, but like, maybe this is some minor sign from starclan? Idk I'm pullin this out of the air now hehe }
Littlestep darted in at the owl as his apprentice leaped down on it. He tried for the neck, getting battered by the bird's one good wing. He hissed and tried to bite it's flesh, and it shrieked in return.
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Post by snow on Jun 13, 2018 22:26:06 GMT -5
(hmm maybe it could be something about owlscar? since it's an owl haha. tying into the later plot, maybe after the whole coup happens owlscar could end up leader and this could be some sort of omen about that? kiwi cheesecake Dawnrise @ripper what do y'all think? tagging dawn and ripper bc their cats will be important in interpreting the omen)) Blackpaw landed squarely on the owl's back and bit its neck. The bird flapped its wing desperately, smacking Littlestep and dislodging Blackpaw in the process. He tried to sink in his claws and tore at it as he was knocked off. This would not be a clean kill. The apprentice leapt back to avoid its lethal talons.
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Post by sheepwheat on Jun 13, 2018 23:05:23 GMT -5
{ ooh hoo that might be interesting. }
Seeing Blackpaw had been knocked away from the owl, Littlestep tried to throw himself at it to knock it back. However, his small stature was working against him. The bird was thrown back only slightly, barely stumbling away from where it'd first been attacked. He quickly backed away, beginning to circle the angered creature. As he motioned for Blackpaw to do the same, he noticed the red trickling down the bird's back. He thought that perhaps if they couldn't pin it down for a kill, they could injure it until it'd become too weak to fight and fall on its own. "When you think its only focused on one of us, make the call. Either attack or tell me when, Blackpaw," he hissed.
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Post by snow on Jun 13, 2018 23:26:24 GMT -5
Blackpaw caught his mentor's motioning and began to circle the injured owl. It was moving with them with one wing out, trying to keep them both in its sight at the same time. Finally, the owl turned slightly to keep its eye on Littlestep as he slipped out of its peripheral vision. Blackpaw darted forward and bit heavily down about halfway up its good wing, pulling the owl off-balance and to the ground. It writhed but was unable to free its wing from the apprentice, only maneuvering enough to peck at Blackpaw's head.
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Post by Dawnrise on Jun 13, 2018 23:33:01 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry I've been absent for while, was at the beach. snow I'm game with the idea of Owlscar leading, and I could see Briarberry playing and interesting role in this as well Rp: "Marigold? Did you check the dried herb storage as well?" She shrugged, "I suppose either way we'll have to go out and freshen up the stores anyways." She pawed at the ground for a moment, thinking about how she could go about collecting herbs. "Alright Burrpaw, why don't we head out and collect some fresh stalks together, and Nightface," she added, turning to the she-cat. "Feel free to stay here and rest if you'd like, we'll be back soon."
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Post by sheepwheat on Jun 13, 2018 23:51:44 GMT -5
{ littlestep will let his apprentice have a victory in finishing off this baby lol }
Littlestep leaped at the pinned owl, landing with his front paws squarely on its back. He stomped at its head with his back paws, trying to keep it from catching his apprentice with its sharp beak.
Nightface nodded at Briarberry. "Ah, alright then. Good luck in finding what you need, I suppose." She flicked her tail tip and thought about staying in the medicine den. She wasn't sure who'd left on patrols yet or if any apprentices had fluffed up her nest like Frondstar said he'd have happen. Perhaps she should just stay and nap while they'd gone?
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Post by snow on Jun 14, 2018 0:04:13 GMT -5
(blackpaw: its an owl... taaaaanks))
When Littlestep had it pinned, Blackpaw darted forward and clawed at its already mangled neck, powerful shoulder strength behind the blow. Blood bubbled up, soaking the feathers, and the owl's struggling weakened as it bled out. Blackpaw sat back and watched its death, which was swift now that the creature had given up. "Well... its not exactly pretty," He said of the catch, which was incredibly mangled. He felt something wet and rubbed his head with one paw, only to discover that the owl had nicked his ear with its beak. A cool trophy, then. Blackpaw could live with that.
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 14, 2018 0:17:11 GMT -5
Brambleheart snort with outrage, she couldn't find any prey near a patch of grass 'I will check the fields' she though happily, knowing rabbits live in the fields. She padded over the scent trail, blackpaw and littlestep made.
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Post by sheepwheat on Jun 14, 2018 0:18:20 GMT -5
Littlestep released the owl, which was now limp under him. It was certainly shredded. Blood and feathers were scattered around the two toms...and on them. Littlestep could feel his own blood oozing from a gash in his back leg. He'd must have scraped against a talon somewhere along the fight. He shrugged off the growing ache as he started to hoist the fresh-killed bird onto his back. "Help me out here, would ya? It probably wouldn't be smart to drag this thing back. We'd be stuck with half an owl at camp wondering where we left the rest. They'd think we got struck by a monster grabbing crowfood."
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 14, 2018 0:56:49 GMT -5
"Hello blackpaw and littlestep do you need help" she said half serious and half laughing. "Did you fight a fox that prey?" She asked her eyes gleaming brightly
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Jun 14, 2018 15:37:07 GMT -5
(sounds good to me ^^. sorry I totally died there for a bit)
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Jun 14, 2018 15:47:08 GMT -5
Blueberrypaw followed his mentor out of camp into the green of the forest, his tail drooping slightly. He really didn't want to go out hunting today. He didn't really want to do anything today, but he doubted he could get off so easily. Sighing quietly, he wished he had never gotten out of his safe nook in the apprentice den. Maybe then... The apprentice shook his head, trying to dislodge all the what ifs floating around. "Where are we going to hunt then? If we have to get so much prey?" Blueberrypaw asked, moving up to walk with Brooksong. "Or are we just going to be out all day hunting?"
"We're going to hunt most of the day then do some battle training. You have been skipping out on your hunting practice" Brookson said looking pointedly at her apprentice. "You need all the practice you can get, " she said as she walked along the trees. She stopped, "Is there any prey in the area?" she asked looking at him. Blueberrypaw was about to protest, but quickly gave it up as he looked at Brooksong's impassive face. "I already told her I hunted this morning," he muttered under his breath. "I've been practicing plenty.Why is that so hard to believe?" When they finally stopped, the apprentice listened with a scowl as his mentor gave him instructions. "Right," he mewed, opening his jaws to scent the area. It wasn't like he was going to actually try, but he might as well give the appearance that he was. A look of deep concentration crossed over his face, and he closed his eyes, narrowing in on the scent. "Umm..." Blueberrypaw blinked open his eyes. "Yeah, there is. Pretty close by."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2018 0:20:34 GMT -5
Rp: "Marigold? Did you check the dried herb storage as well?" She shrugged, "I suppose either way we'll have to go out and freshen up the stores anyways." She pawed at the ground for a moment, thinking about how she could go about collecting herbs. "Alright Burrpaw, why don't we head out and collect some fresh stalks together, and Nightface," she added, turning to the she-cat. "Feel free to stay here and rest if you'd like, we'll be back soon." Burrpaw’s whiskers twitched. The apprentice tried not to show her slight annoyance. If observing Briarberry had taught her anything, it was that she should be thorough and diligent in her duties. “Of course,” replied Burrpaw evenly. “I made sure to check everything. You could take a look at the stores yourself if you really want to make sure, because now that I think about it, I’m not totally certain…there are a few things in the corner I could’ve overlooked.” Burrpaw had been preoccupied with her thoughts the whole time.
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Post by snow on Jun 16, 2018 16:58:52 GMT -5
Blackpaw used his shoulders to shove the kill onto Littlestep's back. The apprentice was un-characteristically quiet. That is, he wasn't gloating about the kill and being totally obnoxious.
Darkfall was gathering her second kill when she saw the two toms. "Ouch," She grimaced, looking them once over. "Is that an owl? How did you get it?" Even as a skilled bird hunter, Darkfall had never caught an owl- they were usually hidden away until the evening.
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Post by sheepwheat on Jun 16, 2018 17:04:24 GMT -5
Littlestep shifted his weight a little, trying to carry the owl comfortably. "It was injured when we found it. We stumbled across it while looking for rabbits. Lame wing and leg and all that." Littlestep stepped slowly, trying to be sure the bird wouldn't fall off of his back. Once he was sure it wouldn't, he walked a little more surely. "Blackpaw put up quite a fight against it. It was rather impressive." He remarked.
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Post by snow on Jun 16, 2018 17:14:24 GMT -5
Blackpaw shrugged. "I got a scar," He offered, flicking his newly torn ear.
"I'll go ahead and tell Briarberry what to expect," mewed Darkfall, picking up her second bird. The she-cat slipped away towards camp, right as the mist picked up into a drizzle.
"I guess the rain is coming," Blackpaw commented, looking to his mentor.
----- Back at camp, Thistlemist glanced up at the trees, which were rustling as the light rain began to pick up a bit. Luckily, most of the camp would remain dry until it really began to pour. Only the sunning rocks near Frondstar's den were unprotected by tree cover.
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Post by sheepwheat on Jun 16, 2018 17:30:03 GMT -5
Littlestep scrunched his nose as a fat drop landed squarely on it. "Good timing," he said. "It'll clear up the mess we made. We should hurry back, though," he added, quickening his pace a little.
Nightface padded out of the medicine den just as the rain began to pick up. She sighed with a smile, filled with hope that her pain would soon be gone.
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Post by snow on Jun 17, 2018 13:15:36 GMT -5
Blackpaw followed along, fixing the owl whenever it started to slip. Soon they were almost back to camp.
Darkfall slipped into camp and quickly placed her kills on the pile. "Briarberry?" She called, looking around for the medicine cat. She spotted her preparing to leave camp. "Briarberry!" She mewed, padding over to her and Burrpaw. "Littlestep and Blackpaw will be back from hunting soon, they got into a bit of a tustle with an owl. Nothing too bad but some minor injuries."
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Post by Dawnrise on Jun 17, 2018 19:28:33 GMT -5
OOC: Rp: Briarberry slid to the back of the den towards the herb storage and nosed around, searching for any trace of Marigold. She checked into the dried herbs and found nothing at first, but when she reached her paw in she found just a few old petals and leaves with just a faint scent still there. "I was right, we did have something back here, but just barely." Just as she was about to head out with Burrpaw, she heard Darkfall calling for her. "An owl? At this time of day? That sounds terrifying, do they need any help back to camp?"
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Post by snow on Jun 18, 2018 21:58:03 GMT -5
(for some reason I didn't see this all day))
Darkfall grimaced. "I didn't ask, I just came to warn you. I'll go check," She mewed, turning back to the entrance and slipping out. Luckily, Blackpaw and Littlestep weren't too far from camp. "Do you need help, Littlestep? I can carry that, your leg doesn't look so great."
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jun 18, 2018 22:48:19 GMT -5
Pinetail - big, long-haired dark gray she-cat with black stripes and green eyes. 105 moons. Missing an eye from a fight with a fox, though the origin story changes a little every time she tells it. She enjoys dozing off in the shade or taking walks through the meadow, but her favorite activity is probably gossiping about young cat drama. And don’t tell anyone, but she has a super soft spot for kits, since she never really had any of her own
((i haven’t done this in years but i got back into the books recently and i wanted to rp again i missed it, so forgive me if i mess up lol i’m an old lady like pinetail,,,, also she’s probably a big ol lesbian))
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Post by snow on Jun 19, 2018 15:35:54 GMT -5
(hi! I'll add her lol))
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Post by sheepwheat on Jun 19, 2018 19:54:42 GMT -5
Littlestep was caught a bit off guard when he spotted Darkfall again. He was about to say he had it covered, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the owl started slipping. He scrambled, trying to shift his weight to stop it. "I think if you could just flank me, to keep it steady and all, I think I could make it there just fine." The gash on his leg felt heavy and hot with blood at this point, but he was adamant about getting to camp alright.
Nightface listened to the rain as it pattered on the leaves above camp. The young elder closed her eyes, content, and still considering a nap.
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 20, 2018 2:05:26 GMT -5
(Brambleheart) she woke up and shake one leg at the time, she finally left the warriors den, she yawned happily and went on with a happy bounce in her step "maybe I will be a patrol" she told herself.
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 20, 2018 2:11:34 GMT -5
Mottledkit -- she-cat -- 1 moons -- mottled gray silver she-cat with a darker gray flecks on her flank. She has blue eyes, a white cloud like patches of face, and a flower behind her ear.-- hopestorm
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 20, 2018 2:17:56 GMT -5
Mottledkit -- she-cat -- 1 moons -- mottled gray silver she-cat with a darker gray flecks on her flank. She has blue eyes, a white cloud like patches on face, and a flower behind her ear.-- hopestorm Leafshadow-- she-cat-- 25 moons-- silver she-cat with black spots that looks like leaves giving her the name leafkit as a kit. Many scars from battles. She had blues eyes and white ear tips, tail tips, dash on the chest, and paws-- hopestorm I was wondering if Finchthroat could be her mate? (She is mottledkit mother)
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