the deep end [c]

Feral Tonuge
Forest Tongue

After the long silence of the hunting patrol that barely knew each other, Vinecrawler somehow wasn't expecting the chirping voice of Littlewolf to sound off next to him. Though she seemed friendly enough, it wasn't often that the sandy tom was asked about his language first. His heart warmed at such a simple question. He felt... Seen. "The langauge of Gekala - or the 'feral tongue' as the forest knows it - was taught to me by my father Hank and his before him. Originates from an island with beaches of white sand and crystal blue waters. A place of eternal summer."

Just as he spoke, a bird fluttered nearby and landed in a tree. Perhaps he should have waited a little longer before his muscles sprang into action kicking up snow and catching himself on ice, claws scraping noisely against the bark of the spindly pine tree. With a sigh, he dropped back down beside the black and white molly. "Foxdung... I mean, foxdung." He could have kept the curse to himself, sure, but Littlewolf was a warrior now. The chance of her repeating his swears and him getting in trouble for it was extremely low. "Go on. Hunt before we speak further. ThunderClan needs to eat, even in such heartbreaking times." He spoke of the triple death ThunderClan had just experienced, his voice softer than usual. He knew very little of Vipershade other than he brought hatred with every step, and Firefly and him never got along. But Mottlestar? He loved Mottlestar.

Vinecrawler failed to catch a bird! -7 SP

Vinecrawler
60 / 60 HP
133 / 140 SP (-7)

The member 'Flybot' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 7

Feral Tongue
Forest Tongue

Vinecrawler passively watched Littlewolf disappear behind a dried bush, never thinking anything of it when she didn't return as time marched on. His own nose was shuffling the cold leafbare snow around in an attempt to find a burrow - be it snake or mouse. Both were edible in their own way, though he would prefer it be a mouse; if another snake were to latch onto him head a second time-- His head shot up at the alarming scent he just breathed in: literal fox dung. How had they missed this before now?

His mouth opened to call for Littlewolf to come back. To not wander any further they she may have already had, but decided against it should it alert the foul tempered predator if it was still nearby. Instead, he followed her paw steps back through the bush she had disappeared behind, met only by the muttering of what he thought to be his previous curse word echoed in the feral tongue. First it was excitement that Littlewolf had picked up on it so fast and that perhaps she would be interested in further lessons, before his smile came crashing down at the sight of a russet pelt: fox. It all happened so fast. The fox gave a warning growl, almost daring the young molly to attack it first. To get closer. To lure her right into her jaws... And she fell for it, only for the fox to be faster. The determined look in her eye only seeming foolish to the older warrior as she immediately lost the advantage.

Though Vinecrawler had been quick to spring into action, he did not make it in time to jump between his fellow warrior before the creatures teeth sank into her shoulder, her yowl failing to echo as it got caught in the snow drifts that lay against the nearby trees. A large paw found the beasts head, but its savagery was set in stone. It was brief, but his mousy eyes could see her flesh rip like dried leaf. A nasty tear.

Vinecrawler used Front Paw Strike on Fox, dealing 10 damage and costing 7 SP.

littlewolf
hp - 13/30
sp - 73/80

fox
hp - 43/60 (-10)
sp - 150/180

vinecrawler
hp - 60/60
sp - 133/140 (-7)

Feral Tongue
Forest Tongue

A vicious snarl escaped him as the fox bit down into the soft flesh of Littlewolf's throat, pulling back with only the job half done. Pity panged within his heart as he watched the red seep into the snow. Another warrior with the forest unable to keep up. So went the world within the confines of this miserable patch of land.

Snow kicked up behind him as his muscled coiled like a spring, releasing in a fit of feral fury. The fury of a warrior destined for Gekala. A warrior who would survive yet another day, the God of Now urging him forward. Once the fox had either died of fled, he would make sure Littlewolf was taken back to camp.

Vinecrawler used Belly Rake, dealing 20 damage and using 25 SP.

littlewolf
hp - -4/30 (ko'ed)
sp - 59/80


fox
hp - 12/60 (-20)
sp - 120/180

vinecrawler
hp - 60/60
sp - 108/140 (-25)

The member 'Flybot' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Effect Dice' : 6

Feral Tongue
Forest Tongue

Vinecrawler's teeth snapped in reply to the fox's turned tail, snow kicking up as it fled in fear. His stance remained on guard as he watched the russet pelt disappear past the snow covered bushes, making sure this wasn't some sort of ruse by a crafty fox looking for a cheap hit. His eyes narrowed before he huffed. It really had run away. He would count that as a victory... For now.

Littlewolf's weak voice had his head turning, expecting the she-cat to be standing (or at least sitting up), only to have his neck crane down to look at her weak form crumpled and soaking the snow in blood. Her neck seemed to be half ripped open, the fox having given up the second it her her neck snap and tasted copper on it's tongue. If he were anyone else, he would seen this as luck shining down on her. That she may have a sliver of a chance to be seen by a medicine cat and be saved! But he was not someone else. Littlewolf had failed to preserve her own life and now was laying in the freezing snow, suffering over her own failure. His brow furrowed in pity. Such a shame the forest didn't train their warriors better. It would be up to him once again to end the suffering of another. Her bravery was to be admired, though. Not a lot of cats would have faced a threat like that without hesitation.

Vinecrawler raised his head briefly, ears flicking back and forth as he listened closely to the rustling of bare branches and shriveled bushes being brushed against by Death, its claws scraping against the earth as it approached. "...You have done well up to this point, Littlewolf. Know that you died an honorable death. Your ancestors guide you." His umber gaze returned to meet her golden eyes, sadness just as clear as his intent as he stepped forward, picking up a thick branch in jaws and laying it over the wounds made by the fox's murderous teeth. He did not feel like tasting the blood of a clanmate.

He made quick work of Littlewolf, using his full weight to push the thick branch into her throat until he heard the sickening crunch that confirmed he had made sufficient contact, watching the light die from her unfocused gaze as he did. It was quick, but the wind that stirred his short fur must have been Death's embrace rushing through. "May peace find you wherever your soul ends up, friend." He muttered under his breath. ThunderClan suffered another death, though this time at the paws of a wayward predator. The forest truly was an unforgiving and miserable place to live.

Vinecrawler used Killing Strike on Littlewolf.