Hunting Party (Closed)

"... and last Violetfall and Wisteriapool will join me on the dusk hunting patrol." Marshstorm meowed calmly from a couple tail-lengths in front of highrock. He smiled as most cats who were gathered around him broke off into their respective groups for the evening patrols. He nodded to a couple cats who were just arriving from the afternoon patrols as he stood and padded silently over to Violetfall was sitting. He glanced for Wisteriapool to come over from the nursery where her brother and his kits were. A soft smile on his muzzle. He understood that she wanted to be with them, not simply because of the kits, but the young warrior had to fulfill her duties as well.

"Wisteriapool." He called, his voice gentle despite being slightly raised to catch her attention. He turned to Violetfall then, and tilted his head towards the camp entrance. "Go ahead and take care of anything you need to. I'll meet you both on the top of the ravine." Marshstorm padded towards the camp entrance then, content to let the two she-cats follow when they were ready, as long as it was before the moon rose.

The smile that had once been on Wisteriapool's muzzle vanished as she heard Marshstorm's voice. She was still a warrior, so she had to continue to carry out her duties, but she couldn't help but wish that she could stay with the kits and wallow in the serenity of the nursery all day.
"Bye, br-brother," The ginger-and-white she-cat then bent down to smile at the kits, "By-bye, da-darlings."
With that, she flicked her tail as a sign of departure and headed over toward the camp exit. Violetfall and Marshstorm were both cats that she didn't know very well, and that was something that bothered her, but from what Wisteriapool had seen of the deputy and the other warrior, they seemed like they would be alright.

Her longing to head back to the nursery seemed to strengthen as she made her way towards the camp exit and up the ravine. A tiny smile began to grow on the she-cat's muzzle as she remembered being a newly-appointed apprentice, racing up the ravine with all her littermates, laughing, and tripping, and screaming. A pang of sadness instantly struck the she-cat as she began to remember how easy and happy everything was. Now, Flickerpaw was still suffering in RiverClan, Featherheart's pain was something that a medicine cat couldn't even cure, her father was dead, and she hadn't even spoken with Dappledpaw, Wildfire, or Sharptooth in a while.

Perhaps it was time for her to start her own family...

Pushing that thought aside, Wisteriapool forced a smile when Marshstorm came into view, and she dipped her head in a respectful greeting. Usually, the she-cat would say nothing to the cats that she was patrolling with out of fear and timidness. Now, she managed to get something out.
"Gr-greetings, Ma-Mar-Marshstorm."

Violetfall continued to sit peacefully for a few moments after Marshstorm called her name and started towards the camp entrance. She took a deep breath, and pushed herself to her paws. She was glad to go on a patrol with her Clanmates, although she knew neither very well. But especially after having faced so many skirmishes recently, and Hazelpaw's death, every patrol brought a small feeling of unease.

She shook her head, freeing her anxious thoughts, and with a smile on her face she bounded after Marshstorm and Wisteriapool. She promised herself to use this opportunity to enjoy her Clanmates' company and serve her Clan well without spending the whole time worrying. She reached them just as they reached the Camp entrance. "Evening!" she greeted, respectfully dipping her head to both warriors. "Where will we be patrolling today?"

The dark tabby looked at the edge of the ravine as he heard Wisteriapool come up the top of the path. He nodded pleasantly in greeting and was rewarded with her speaking to him. This was a first, he couldn't remember hearing the soft and timid she-cat's voice being directed at him before.
"Greetings, Wisteriapool" He looked behind her as he heard Violetfall come up behind next. Good, they could get going then. He could hear the prey rustling about for an night of foraging. "and Violetfall. We'll go hunting near the sunningrocks border. We can check the border at the same time." He added as he turned and began to lead them. Sunningrocks themselves would be more ideal to hunt at, with prey more confident in the evening air.

Unfortunately they still belonged to RiverClan. For the moment, starting a battle over rocks that they didn't nessecarily need would also be foolish. Certainly they must be valuable in leaf bare. During his apprentice-hood in ThunderClan, he'd witnessed how hungry every cat got. He glanced up at the sky and StarClan, wondering for a moment, what they thought of the whole situation. Then he forced back the thoughts of potential war and looked back at the pair of she-cats behind him.

He paused at the scurrying sound of prey. A change in wind brought it's scent to his nose. It was close, the rapid clicking on the ground pausing. Without warning, he veered off course to the side. Towards the scent of where a squirrel was holding an acorn. His amber eyes bright as he immediately saw the prey in the twilight lighting. The darkness between the bushes no issue for him as he caught the creature under a large paw and ended it's life promptly. No use in torturing the poor thing.

"So, Wisteriapool. How are the kits doing?" He asked pleasantly. As he returned to the patrol.

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 6

Wisteriapool watched as Marshstorm veered off to stalk a squirrel, and smiled as the deputy managed to promptly catch it and end its life. When the tom rejoined the patrol and asked a question, the ginger-and-white she-cat felt her heart begin to grow warm. That was a question that she was capable of answering. She was doing better at engaging in conversation with other cats, it just depended on whether or not the cat she was speaking to seemed approachable.
"Fea-Featherheart's kits are d-doing wo-wonderful," The warrior purred, smiling slightly, "The-They're go-going to b-be gr-great warriors one d-day."
While most cats would have to lower their voices while they were hunting so that they wouldn't scare any prey away, Wisteriapool naturally had a voice that was quiet.

The she-cat glanced over in the direction of a soft rustling noise, and she didn't say anything in dismissal as she silently slipped toward the source of a sound. The plump rabbit that was poking around in the undergrowth seemed big enough to feed a whole litter. Perhaps, if she caught it, she'd feed it to her nieces and nephews. That thought ended up motivating her. Wisteriapool quietly crouched down, made her way toward the rabbit, unsheathed her claws, and leapt once she felt like she was close enough to the creature. The fluffy rabbit was swift, and it ended up hopping forward once it saw a shadow looming over it. While the she-cat was fast, she didn't possess the speed that WindClan cats were naturally gifted with, and the rabbit ended up escaping into the bushes, keeping its own life. A sigh escaped Wisteriapool's maw. The one problem with being on a hunting patrol was that the other cats were capable of seeing your faults and mistakes, and the ginger-and-white she-cat had enough of those.

Saying nothing, the warrior returned to Marshstorm and Violetfall's side, desperately trying to avoid their gazes, fearing that they were inwardly judging her incapability of catching a mere rabbit.

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 7

Violetfall smiled as Wisteriapool spoke to Marshstorm. The shy she-cat was finally coming out of her shell, even talking freely to the Clan deputy. The younger warrior had come such a long way from when she was an anxious, shy apprentice, frightened at anything. Although she said nothing, the grey warrior's  ears pricked and followed her Clanmates' hushed conversation.

She barely noticed as Wisteriapool missed her catch, instead focusing on the thrush she had spotted a few fox-lengths away. She broke away from the patrol, dropping easily into a hunting crouch to stalk the small bird. Her pawsteps were light and silent as she tread gently across the undisturbed dirt of ThunderClan territory. But as she pounced, instead of a thrush beneath her paws, she was greeted by the rancid scent of a fox, crashing through the undergrowth towards her.

"Help!" she cried, to alert her Clanmates of her distress. She ducked out of the fox's path, barely evading its filthy maw. "Fox!" she screeched again.



ooc; aaaa i'm so sorry ;; i can't believe i forgot about this!

Le membre 'Ruskavelle' a effectué l'action suivante : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 10