CROWPAW โโ
shadowclan | apprentice
Whether it's the gnaw of hunger in their stomach or the constant nightmares every time they sleep, Crowpaw doesn't care about the reason they're out in the territory so late as long as they can stay out for a while without getting caught. Stars glitter in the sky, shining a faint light upon the cold, soggy ground, and Crowpaw's tiny form moves along as though they're little more than a shadow cast by the trees.
This is not the first time he has snuck away to spend some time alone; and not only that, but to see if he can snag a catch or two while no one else is looking. Usually he doesn't turn up anything, all of the prey having completely gone from the pocosin, but occasionally he's able to score a bite or two. What his Clanmates don't know can't hurt them, and if Crowpaw were to die of starvation then he wouldn't be able to feed them anyway. It's not his fault that the rest of them aren't smart enough to figure out how to bend the rules.
After padding around aimlessly, her pupils go wide as she catches the scent of prey. She immediately crouches down low, belly brushing against the ground as she stalks toward the scent of squirrel, her tail hovering behind her and her mouth slightly ajar. Drinking it in. Tasting it.
When she pounces, her paw falls upon the ground with a splat several whisker-lengths from the squirrel's tail, and she curses loudly as she desperately chases after it. Maybe, just maybe, she'll get lucky - she can jump forward, and -
She comes to a screeching halt when her nose is assaulted by the stench of the Thunderpath. The squirrel, already too far ahead for Crowpaw to ever dream of catching it, disappears into an endless sea of the moonlit plains that make up WindClan's territory... an idea pops into her head.
After dashing across the Thunderpath, Crowpaw lingers at the very edge of the border, gazing out into the territory beyond. Maybe... if she could find a place to disguise her scent or something, just maybe she could be in and out before WindClan knows there was ever anyone here. She's looking for a bush or perhaps a patch of dirt to roll around in when she catches a strong whiff of the bordering Clan's scent - That's not just a fresh marker. Someone is here...
Their tiny body hides well amongst the darkness of nighttime, and silvery eyes peer ahead in the direction of the movement just across the border. It's a WindClanner, obviously... a very large one, that would surely tower over most warriors... but Crowpaw recognizes who it is after several heartbeats.
It's that stars-damned apprentice again! The one that stole the frog from me!! Their lips curve downward into a scowl just remembering it. Talonpaw had clearly had a growth-spurt since the last time they saw each other - Crowpaw is still small and lanky, but it seems that the WindClanner had nearly tripled in size. It doesn't stop Crowpaw from feeling just as infuriated to see him, and instinctively, his claws unsheathe and anchor him as he stares daggers at Talonpaw.
This is not the first time he has snuck away to spend some time alone; and not only that, but to see if he can snag a catch or two while no one else is looking. Usually he doesn't turn up anything, all of the prey having completely gone from the pocosin, but occasionally he's able to score a bite or two. What his Clanmates don't know can't hurt them, and if Crowpaw were to die of starvation then he wouldn't be able to feed them anyway. It's not his fault that the rest of them aren't smart enough to figure out how to bend the rules.
After padding around aimlessly, her pupils go wide as she catches the scent of prey. She immediately crouches down low, belly brushing against the ground as she stalks toward the scent of squirrel, her tail hovering behind her and her mouth slightly ajar. Drinking it in. Tasting it.
When she pounces, her paw falls upon the ground with a splat several whisker-lengths from the squirrel's tail, and she curses loudly as she desperately chases after it. Maybe, just maybe, she'll get lucky - she can jump forward, and -
She comes to a screeching halt when her nose is assaulted by the stench of the Thunderpath. The squirrel, already too far ahead for Crowpaw to ever dream of catching it, disappears into an endless sea of the moonlit plains that make up WindClan's territory... an idea pops into her head.
After dashing across the Thunderpath, Crowpaw lingers at the very edge of the border, gazing out into the territory beyond. Maybe... if she could find a place to disguise her scent or something, just maybe she could be in and out before WindClan knows there was ever anyone here. She's looking for a bush or perhaps a patch of dirt to roll around in when she catches a strong whiff of the bordering Clan's scent - That's not just a fresh marker. Someone is here...
Their tiny body hides well amongst the darkness of nighttime, and silvery eyes peer ahead in the direction of the movement just across the border. It's a WindClanner, obviously... a very large one, that would surely tower over most warriors... but Crowpaw recognizes who it is after several heartbeats.
It's that stars-damned apprentice again! The one that stole the frog from me!! Their lips curve downward into a scowl just remembering it. Talonpaw had clearly had a growth-spurt since the last time they saw each other - Crowpaw is still small and lanky, but it seems that the WindClanner had nearly tripled in size. It doesn't stop Crowpaw from feeling just as infuriated to see him, and instinctively, his claws unsheathe and anchor him as he stares daggers at Talonpaw.
blow a kiss at the methane skies
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ooc: 2 (1d10) to hunt // 10 (1d20) to hide
@Talonpaw - "speaking" | thinking | action
