Making friends [closed patrol]

Glad that at least Smokepaw was trying to make the best of their little patrol, Mudfoot turned to Ravenpaw, done with her attitude and ready to prove the apprentice wrong. "Wrong again," he started and turned away from the apprentices. Slipping easily under a hole in the silver wall, Mudfoot didn't wait for the apprentices and walked onward, looking around. A few foxlengths away, the tom spotted a piece of prey and crouching down, he waited a few moments before lunging towards the potential prey.

Jumping on the toad, he killed it with a swift swipe of his paw. It must have been one that was a late hibernator. Padding back to the apprentice, Mudfoot practically pranced back to them. "See, healthy prey!" he exclaimed happily, dropping in on the other side of the fence from the others.

OOC: Haven't used the hunting system yet, let's do this C':

The member 'Ice' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 8

Smokepaw kept his gaze shifting between Mudfoot and Ravenpaw, rather disappointed with how this whole thing had turned out. He had been hoping for a fun bonding experience but it had fallen apart so quickly! He sighed only to pause as they arrived, his ear flickering as Mudfoot quickly darted under the wall without waiting for him. He thought to apologize to Ravenpaw but he kept his mouth shut, unsure if trying to say anything would make it better or worse. As Mudfoot returned with a toad, he smiled at the old warrior - wishing he could catch prey that fast!

Crawling under the wall to join Mudfoot inside of the Carrionplace, he opened his mouth as he attempted to scent prey of his own. He blinked, catching the scent of a toad. He dropped into a crouch as he slithered toward the soon-to-be prey. Finally he spotted it. His eyes narrowed as he twitched his tail, moving slower in an attempt not to reveal his presence. But the toad spotted him, quickly hoping away before Smokepaw could even think of chasing after it. His paws itched to throw himself at it to catch it before it disappeared but knew that risked alerting what other prey was here to their presence so he was forced to watch sadly as it disappeared behind a pile of trash. He sighed in disappointment before he started to look around for something else to catch.


Occ: I think we are suppose to roll two dice - one to see what we find and another to see if we catch it.

The member '9 Badgers Rolling' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 7, 4

The she-cat flattened her ears out, ignoring the Warriors sharp looks as he made his way over the fence. In the meanwhile, she couldn't bare to bring herself to lool Smokepaw's way. Lucky him, he seemed to already have this entire thing down and earn Mudfoot's favor. She sighed back any further words, difficult as it was to hold her tongue, and was a bit surprised that the warrior had been able to find a big road in a place like this. There seemed to be nothing but weird twoleg left overs all around. And flies. Lots of flies. Where were those big bad rogues that he'd warned her about?

Not willing to sit around any longer, once the all clear was given, she scrabble over the fense after Smokepaw. She hadn't really noticed how badly the place reeked or how creepy it truly was until she'd climbed in herself. "For the love of StarClan..." Ah, yes. This was way better than a trip to Highpines. She swallowed back the bile in her throat and searched on for any sign of prey.

On some stroke of luck, it hadn't taken her long to find a frog near a patch of suspicious marsh nearby... And on a stroke of little skill, hadn't taken her long either to scare the thing off. She'd gotten down low, her haunches awkwardly high in the air, and crunched her paw down on some weird white two-legged leaf, warning the frog of her presence.

"Fox-dung..." She cursed under her breath.

The member 'Ebonyzer Scrooge' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 5, 6

Glad to see the apprentices start hunting, Mudfoot slipped through the silver vines once more and looked around for any prey. Seeing a lizard not to far away, the tom crouched down and waited a few moments before pouncing. With ease, the tom killed the prey with a swift bite on the neck and padding back over to the place where he'd dropped his toad and put it in the hole. I'm surprised at how plentiful prey is around here, he thought to himself cheerfully.

The member 'Ice' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 10, 5

Smokepaw slowly lurked around the clearing, doing his best to not make any noises while keeping an eye out for prey to hunt. The scent of a frog hit him, and his gaze quickly swerved as he located the creature. It was turned away from him, sitting there quietly without moving. He frowned as he took a step forward, twitching his whiskers. Was it dead? No, he could see its chest rise and fall faintly and it shifted slightly - it was simply being lazy. That laziness would be its doom. He drew himself forward, his body low as he slide across the ground. Finally he was in range and he leaped with claws outstratched. The frog turned to face Smokepaw to late as the apprentice landed on it and killed it with a quick blow. Proud of himself, he carefully picked it up the large frog to store it in a safe spot, thanking StarClan silently in his head for the fat prey to feed ShadowClan with

The member '9 Badgers Rolling' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 5, 1

Ravenpaw heard the two of them behind her in the distance, having apparently caught prey of their own, even Smokepaw. The she-cat let out a huff of irritation, catching the scent of a frog somewhere, but it scattered away with her frustrated stomp. She couldn't leave here without getting something to take home. She simply wouldn't allow herself. Then Mudfoot could shut his big yappy mouth. Darting her green eyes behind her for a mere moment, she ran off, sprinting deeper into Carrionplace.

The member 'Ebonyzer Scrooge' has done the following action : Dices roll

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#1 'Hunting Dice' : 6

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#2 'Hunting Dice' : 4

Noting that is was getting later into the night, Mudfoot decided it was time that they head back to camp.

"Smokepaw, Ravenpaw!" the warrior meowed, slipping through the fence and looked around, but the only answer he got was silence. Uh-oh. Looking around, neither apprentice was to be found and heart starting to race, he picked a direction and started towards it. After a few moments, he spotted Smokepaw, and relieved that the younger tom was alright, Mudfoot ran over to the apprentice. "Have you seen Ravenpaw?" he asked, nervousness in his tone. Where had she run off too?

He would've been able to track her down with scent except for the fact that the Carrionplace scents were so strong that he couldn't pick out anything. Was I too harsh on her? Did she run off on purpose? Praying to StarClan that the apprentice wasn't being ripped apart by angry rats, Mudfoot flicked his tail back and forth as he waited for an answer from Smokepaw.

Smokepaw wasn't sure how long he had been searching for more prey. The air was getting colder as the night drew on but was focused on only catching more prey. He tasted the air, seeking any traces of more prey but it seemed the cold weather was indeed making prey scarce. He blinked as the scent of Mudfoot grew stronger quickly. The brown warrior quickly came into view before heading over to the apprentice, frowning quickly when he catch notice of the nervousness in his voice as he asked about the whereabouts of Ravenpaw. "N-No, I don't know where she is," he said, panic flashing in his eyes as he scanned around. "I haven't seen her since we went our own ways to hunt."

She hadn't been able to tell how deep into Carrionplace she'd run, only that there was another frog she'd manage to scent down and - of course - she'd managed to mess up again and scare it right off! "Fox-dung!" Ravenpaw spat right at the shadows where the little creature had retreated. "Stupid, flea-brained dirty little piece of -" She let out a frustrated growl, at the prey, at the warrior she'd left behind, but mostly at herself. "I can't even catch one little frog..."

How was she going to be a warrior at this rate? She couldn't even do something this simple...

The black she-cat stomped around, paying little mind to the heavy creaking or shuffles in the two-leg trash behind her.