Territory do you kiss kevin with that mouth? [Hunting/Owl Tree Investigation]

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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The lone tree north of camp. They were tasked of inspecting the area for prey, and true to his word as soon as Brightpetal had finished with his announcements, Ghost had led the group of cats up the ravine and out into the woods beyond. The forest in this place was new, the trees young and scattered about, only just beginning to resemble the woodland it once was. Standing out among it all, was a solitary, older tree that looked as if it'd been around throughout the ages. It stood in lone vigilance a few minutes away, and the dark tabby had seen it and been there often since they settled into their camp.

"Alright. Let's spread out and see if we can't find ourselves some prey to take back." he instructed as they started coming up on their destination.

It was still a new idea to him; catching prey he didn't intend to eat for himself. He didn't hate it, though. There was enough prey to go around here, and it gave Ghost an excuse to stay busy throughout the day when he wasn't sticking to his own routine.

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@Harechaser @Ashmoon , @honeysucklecry

PROMPT-- Mouse fur seems to be scattered about in cylindrical pellets... it doesn't seem to disrupt hunting, but ThunderClan hasn't hunted here recently... has it?*
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fthunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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[Harechaser]

Everything still felt so new—a shiny concept, neither unwelcome nor fully grasped. Even her own name still sounded odd on her tongue—Harechaser, HareCHASER. It would take time to adjust to all these changes, though she was grateful for the chance at a fresh start.

The trees stood as they always had, rising from the bones of their former selves, green and eager with the promise of a new future. She walked with a bit more bounce in her step—head held high, cheek fur swaying with every stride. An odd surge of energy had joined their mixed party today.

"On it," She chirped softly at Ghoststrike's instruction, careful not to any prey lurking in the underbrush.

She paused to stare up at the gnarled tree in the distance. Its silhouette looked like a paw, claws reaching into the beyond. She hadn't explored much yet, preferring to tend camp and check in on everyone. Going out today was the first time she'd left camp in a while. Although the tree was visible from camp, she hadn't seen it up close. "I bet its has seen so many leafbares. Saw its kin get cut down," She mused to herself. "Must be so lonely..." Her heart ached for it, to imagine such a fate befalling someone she knew...

Much as Harechaser wanted a closer look, she couldn't let herself get distracted long. She wouldn't be a burden to the others. The she-cat wouldn't return to camp until she had a cluster of mice dangling from her jaws.

Breaking away from the group, she pressed her nose to the ground, searching for fresh scents. Harechaser pawed at a few scattered shreds of mouse fur, her face scrunching in confusion. The way they were scattered was odd—almost like how she would expect cat fur to be scattered in a fight.

___________________ Broken smile, tired eyes, I can feel your longing heart ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ Call my name, howling from afar ________________

• "speech" - thoughts / emphasis
  

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• Harechaser she/her & thunderclan
  𓃹 LH chocolate smoke with low white and amber eyes. Also a thick feathered half-tail from an injury.
  𓃹 Airy and lilted voice. Strange sounding but not necessarily unpleasant.
  𓃹 Overly cautious nd hesitates to take risks.
  𓃹 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted For other powerplays, DM.
  𓃹 Smells earthy and of pine needles.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[Ashmoon]

C'mon and leave your mark - Vandalize my heart!

indentAshmoon's ear twitches. 'Harechaser is being awfully poetic about a tree.' He rolls his eyes a bit, not visible behind his heavy fur, but says nothing. 'I suppose if that's what it takes to keep her sane, that's alright.' Still, they'd all better pipe down before the noise scares off all the prey, if they haven't already skittered off. The patch of trees was eerily silent, void of the rustling of small prey.

indentAshmoon notices Harechaser investigating something a little ways off from the group. Swiftly and silently, he comes up behind her to see what she's found. Mouse fur. That's strange.
"Did someone come hunting here already?" It would explain the prey having left the area, but Ashmoon thought this area was mostly unexplored...

Ashmoon | 30 moons | Warrior of Thunderclanysdfgjuoiuyufgduuhgjyfg

 

[honeysucklecry]

"Find something, Ashmoon?" Honeysucklecry queries through a mouthful of fresh mouse fur, ears pricked upright at the grey warrior's confused meow. Prey-blood coats her tongue, tempting her to eat her fill, but she thinks it better to bring her prey home to share instead. While she had asked after the grey-furred warrior, a closer look reveals that Harechaser had been the one to make a discovery. The older warrior had her nose to the forest floor, peering at something. Uneasiness prickles the long fur at Honeysucklecry's nape. She drops the mouse, scuffing soil over it without a second thought, and abandons it in favour of joining her Clanmates' investigation.

Largely unfamiliar with owls and their hunting habits, having spent her life around the Colony and in the careful care of the sacred territory, Honeysucklecry does not understand the significance of the scattered mouse fur. She knows she can smell some sort of bird in the area, immediately discarded by her mind in its lack of importance- but the tufts of grey-brown seem torn, as if lost in a fight.

"Where's the rest of the mouse?" She muses, peering over the older warriors in hopes that one of them could enlighten her.

☼ YOUR SUMS AND YOUR PIECES

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• HONEYSUCKLECRY ☼ penned by wren
  — — she/her, thunderclan stormguard
  — — a thick-furred dilute calico with soft yellow eyes.
  — — single, open to plots ; no apprentice
  — — bracken x hazelheart ; littermate to magnoliapeak, hyacinthrain