Ebon Mist [Ebonysong]

Mistyfalcon sat at the entrance to camp, sullenly glaring at the pair of rogues that had immediately stepped closer upon seeing him even look in the direction of said entrance. Claws sank into the dusting of snow on the ground, and Mistyfalcon's ears were flicked back, but his tense posture hadn't been a new thing.

On one paw, the presence of the rogues and his complete inability to do anything about said presence was as infuriating as ever. On the other, the thoughts managed to keep his mind off of other things.

At least Ebonysong would be decent company on the patrol, when she arrived. Mistyfalcon had found himself withdrawing from most of his clanmates recently, and even before the Asylum had taken over he'd not had the chance to spend much time with the dark she-cat.

"Ebonysong." He greeted the newly-named deputy as she approached, offering the barest hint of a half smile for her, though it was clear that Mistyfalcon's mind was wandering elsewhere, despite his efforts.

With a sigh, the warrior turned to slip through the entrance, shooting the rogues that trailed their little hunting patrol a less-than-friendly glare as he did so.

Ebonysong didn't really know what to think about...deputyship. Yeah, she was officially someone important now, but it didn't make her feel better. The Asylum cats had all the power anyways. There was nothing she could actually do except apprentice ceremonies. There were no kits becoming apprentices currently, so she didn't really have to worry about that. Nodding towards Mistyfalcon, her heart dropping to her paws at his expression, the dark-grey deputy walked towards him. "Mistyfalcon." Greeting him back with a smile of her own, Ebonysong nodded at the two other Asylum cats. "We're going on a hunt. Not trying to escape, don't worry." Face stone-cold towards the rogues, Ebonysong started to head out of camp. "Where do you want to go, Mistyfalcon?" She would let him choose, Ebonysong knew that he needed some time.

Mistyfalcon offered the she-cat a nod in response, pawprints tracking his steps as he led them away from camp.

"How are you finding depuptyship?" He asked after a few moments of traveling in blessed silence. His paws led them away from the pine grove seemingly of their own accord. That small section of territory held too many memories, both good and bad, that Mistyfalcon wasn't sure if he was up to facing just yet.

A gray-white form caught the tom's eye, standing out in stark contrast against the shadows of the trees. Mistyfalcon flicked one tattered ear, signaling that he'd seen the hare, and dropping into a crouch, he crept forward. Hares weren't that common on Shadowclan territory and they were a tough catch, but it was worth a try. They'd do a much better job at feeding the clan than a mouse or toad would.

Mistyfalcon leapt forward, landing squarely on the hare. The thing tried to run, but Mistyfalcon sank his fangs into its' throat, earning a sharp kick to the side in the process. The dark-furred tom winced, gasping, but the hare fell still.

Mistyfalcon attempted to catch a hare. Catch was successful?
197 / 200 sp

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 1

Ebonysong thought about Mistyfalcon's question for a moment, before shrugging and shaking her head. "Deputyship is...interesting. It's also strange being deputy during...these times. I ah, haven't done any apprentice ceremonies yet." Clamping her maw shut as Mistyfalcon stalked a hare and successfully caught it, punished by a strong kick to the side, Ebonysong both felt awe and also a bit of worry. "That was a very good catch! Just be careful about your side, maybe let Rookpaw check it later on." The dark-grey warrior then spotted a mouse, her favourite fresh-kill. Dropping down into a hunting crouch, Ebonysong slowly padded towards it, before pouncing on top of the mouse. Before she could deliver the killing blow, the mouse squeaked as it heard something and Ebonysong became distracted, searching for what the sound was. A flap of wings made the deputy's ice-blue eyes widen and sharp pinpricks of pain popped up at her back as an owl dragged its' claws across her fur, leaving bloody gashes. "Owl! Be careful!" Ebonysong reared up onto her hind legs, delivering a few slashes to the owl with her unsheathed claws, before landing back onto all pas, snarling at it. The owl screeched in anger and eyed her with beady brown eyes.

Ebonysong tried to catch a mouse. Catch unsuccessful and predator has appeared! (Wow such horrible luck I have) Owl used Talon Strike and Ebonysong used Rear up to slash! Night Finesse is active! (+2)

Owl:
31 HP (-19)
110 SP (-10)

Ebonysong:
90 HP (-10)
265 SO (-15)

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 10

"Things are certainly strange with these rogues around..." He muttered in response. Maybe it was a good thing that there weren't kits being brought into the middle of all of this right now. Maybe he and Brighteye would've eventually...

"I'm fine." The hare had a strong kick, that much was true. Mistyfalcon didn't feel the need to bother Rookpaw about it though, not unless he was still hurting after they got back to camp. The kick had caught him off guard rather than actually hurt him, he thought. He really was fine, at least physically.

Just their luck that an owl appeared, and Mistyfalcon hissed as it dove for Ebonysong with talons outstretched. Mistyfalcon twisted, slashing at the owl's exposed underside before flipping to his paws again. He didn't bother replying to the deputy's warning, choosing to save his breath and focus on the fight in front of them.

Mistyfalcon used Half-Turn Belly Rake on Owl for -20sp, dealing -13 damage. Night Finesse is active.

Mistyfalcon
60 / 60 hp
180 / 200 sp (200 - 20)

Owl
16 / 50 hp (31 - 15)
110 / 120 sp

Ebonysong
90 / 100 hp
265 / 280 sp

Ebonysong saw the owl dive for Mistyfalcon, but before it could deal another blow, she charged towards the owl and using her hind legs, kicked at the owl with her hind legs. It teetered sideways, before screeching in anger one last time, becoming limp and hitting the ground. Ebonysong sighed in relief, wincing a bit at the scratches at her back. Blood dripped down her side, but she ignored it. A few washes in a nearby stream would They were rather shallow, she guessed. Ebonysong didn't think that they would leave any scars. "So...anywhere else you want to go, Mistyfalcon? Do you want to hunt or head back to camp?"

Ebonysong used back kick! Owl is KO'd

Owl:
0/50
110/120

Ebonysong:
90/100
265/280

Mistyfalcon:
60/60
180/200

The owl decided to dive at him, next, which proved to be a mistake as Ebonysong caught it with a nasty kick. The owl screeched it's rage at them before finally falling to the ground and laying still, and Mistyfalcon's attention shifted back to the deputy. He didn't fail to note that the Asylum cats hadn't bothered helping in the fight, either.

"You should let Rookpaw take a look at those scratches." He responded to her question, dark blue eyes watching as his friend winced, noting the blood dripping down her side.

Ebonysong nodded towards Mistyfalcon, sighing slightly. "I guess I should, thanks for noting that, Mistyfalcon." The dark-grey she-cat frowned. There was still plenty of time until the sun rose, which meant that they could still hunt. Glancing over at Mistyfalcon, the she-cat tilted her head slightly in question. "Do you want to continue hunting? We still have some time. Or, if you're too exhausted we can just...go back to camp I guess." The newly-named deputy knew that Mistyfalcon had a lot of emotional stress to deal with, and didn't want to force him to do anything he didn't want to do.

Mistyfalcon bristled slightly at Ebonysong's words, tattered ears twitching back in annoyance. Maybe he should've kept his mouth shut about her injuries. Though why she thought he would be too tired to continue was beyond him.

"Right... Let's just... Continue hunting." He muttered after a moment, turning to stalk off in search of prey. It didn't take him long to pick up traces of mouse on the wind, and Mistyfalcon quickly spotted the small creature.

Dropping into a crouch, he carefully stalked toward the mouse and leapt, cutting off it's squeak of alarm with a sharp nip.

OOC: I'm not testing my luck further with the dice lol