{$title} Hunting patrol time!
QUAILSTEP
The hunting patrol headed out into the clearer area of the territory - it would be good to chase down anything in the open while the weather was still slightly warm, before things retreated to burrows and hollows by trees. And if it should snow... the pine trees would help provide cover for hunting then. Yeah, open-air it was.
"Alright, we'll spread out soon enough, but remember to keep at least one Clanmate in sight as often as possible." With Chrysalisgaze in the medicine cat den and the skirmish last moon, Quailstep was overly cautious about anyone getting hurt on her patrol. "Apprentices, make sure that one Clanmate is a warrior."
As they crossed from the forest into the expanse of the territory, Quailstep spotted something... unusual. Round, orange plants, hollowed and torn open. A few were even smashed into chunks in the pile, and with caution, she led the patrol closer to inspect them. Her nose twitched at the strange smell, and she pawed at the exterior of one experimentally.
"These plants don't seem to be growing anymore... something seems to have chewed them open too," Quailstep said, pawing at the stem of one of the pumpkins. "I wonder if they have any healing properties? Maybe we could take some back to Swallowbreeze..."
Splat!
An overwhelming scent bloomed from behind her, and she turned to see:
Oh. One of her patrol members stepped in the mush of one of the plants. And it sure was pungent.
OOC
While hunting... your patrol finds carved pumpkins and.... Gross! Someone stepped in it!SPEECH
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