Territory SkyClan Azure Sky //Hunting Patrol

[Sagesong's iconSagesong]

⋆˚✿˖° "I'll Be Fine On My Own" She Said

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Their paws led them south with no particular destination or hunting ground in mind at first until they spy the barren tree, with branches curled like ivory claws reaching for the sky and Sagesong can't help but stop to look up for a moment in awe of the sight. It must have been dead for years- long before any of the patrol were even a thought.

"Let's try hunting around here today." They mewed, finally dragging her gaze from the tree to her companions with a smile. "A dead tree means plenty of hiding places for prey to make their home inside." They allow a grey paw to tap the ground for a moment before padding to the trunk of the ancient tree and giving an experimental grip against the bark with unsheathed claws. It held surprisingly well for something dead and withered, she found. They should be hunting first and foremost, but... it certainly wouldn't hurt to have a bit of fun with it.

Mismatched eyes turned back to the patrol, mischief gleaming in them. "Starlitpath, Bumbledawn- Either of you fancy a race to the top?"

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───I Don't Need You Inside My Head─✿

• Prompt: Skyclanners Are Best Known For Their Climbing, And To Put Their Skills To The Test, Let's See Who Can Get To The Top Of Tree At Lightning's Grasp!
  @starlitpath @BUMBLEDAWN
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  Sagesong
  ✿— Skyclan Warrior
  ✿— They/She
  ✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✿— Small, Curly-furred, Mottled Black And Brown She Cat With Heterochromia.
  #5fb49c

 

[Hawkstar]

HAWKSTAR, 63 moons / SKYCLAN LEADER
A long-legged short-furred seal point tortie with one electric-blue eye; heavily scarred
Mentoring ROSEPAW ; mother of STARLITPATH
Prone to corporate attitudes, harsh words, hazing practices ; generally morally dubious
Tagging person here

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She settles into the underbrush, one electric blue eye content to switch from warrior to warrior as they meandered their way through the new empire they had acquired. Their kingdom, the territory claimed by their king so they could thrive rather than starve in the wasteland they had been born into. Starlitpath she watches with particular interest, observing silently for any sign of damage, any glimpse that the journey might've harmed her daughter in ways that were publicly hidden. Maybe it was the fault of motherhood that she only saw her daughter, bright and glowing, there from between the ferns.

Hawkstar settled back, the gambler's mindset already ticking into position as Sagesong offered a competition, a game to fuel their high spirits. The leader's mouth set into a hard line, mind already whirling with the odds based on each cat's assessment performance by memory: I'm putting three mice on Bumbledawn.

/ hidden