Event WC Fantastic Posing Greed ✪ Hunting Patrol

[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentIt's been a while since Dustystar has felt this warm. With the sky clear and the ground finally drying, the cold that had sunk into her bones finally begins to dissipate. Despite everything that's happened, the warm sun brings with it a sliver of hope.

indentGentle wind carries the scent of emerging prey through the swaying grasses. Dustystar lifts her nose to it and inhales deeply. "This way." She mews, gesturing northward with a flick of her tail. "I smell a hare." She heads off, treading lightly on the damp ground. If the patrol is able to take down a hare, it'll fill quite a few empty bellies.

indentWhen they draw close to the source, Dustystar raises her tail in a signal to stop moving, and drops into a hunting crouch. Her vision isn't what it used to be, but through her working eye, she can see their quarry clearly. A large buck hare sits at the entrance of his burrow, soaking up sunlight. He's thick, well fed for the season. Dustystar's pupil dilates. Calculations run through her mind - just how many cats could this hare feed, if they brought it back to the clan.

indentTurning back to her patrol, she speaks in a low voice, not risking being heard by their quarry. "We'll need to surround it. Me and the rest of the moor-runners will form a circle around the burrow. One of the tunnelers - maybe more - will go flush it out. Be careful. We can't risk losing this."

@Dustystar @ASHBIRD @Swiftwatcher @Lightning'growl @Eclipsepaw @PEONYPAW

// HUNTING: You aren't the only ones enjoying the bit of sunlight after the intense amount of rain- is that a big, fat hare using our tunnels to peek out of?

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Swiftwatcher]

'Cause you are loved, you are loved more than you know
I hereby pledge all of my days to prove it so
Though your heart is far too young to realize
The unimaginable light you hold inside

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Swiftwatcher lifted his gaze skyward, ears pricking forward as a rare sliver of sunlight cut through the lingering chill. For the first time in what felt like moons, warmth brushed his pelt, faint, fleeting, but enough to remind him that even the harshest cold couldn't last forever. Leaffall still clung to the air, sharp and biting, yet the promise of gentler days shimmered just beyond it. A soft chuckle escaped him as he shook out his fur, droplets scattering. When Dustystar spoke, he dipped his head, curiosity lighting his eyes before he crouched low beside her. " A hare, you say? " he murmured, giving a grin before he moved after her, making sure to remain close to the ground to not alarm their food. And then... There it was. The creature's mottled brown coat almost blended with the moor, but the rhythmic twitch of its ears gave it away. A fine catch. If they could bring it home, it'd fill more than a few hungry bellies.

Swiftwatcher's yellow eyes flicked to their leader, then to the rest of the small patrol. He watched Dustystar's movements carefully, reading her intent before she even spoke and when the plan was given, understanding bloomed across his features. He gave a firm nod, a quiet grin tugging at his muzzle. " Understood. " he whispered, voice low but steady. " We know our assignment, then. Let's bring this hare home, hungry mouths are waiting. "

The tom's tail gave a single flick of encouragement before he melted into the grass, his steps light despite the ache still lingering in his bones. Whatever hardships WindClan faced, this was one of the things that reminded him that hope was still alive, and it was worth fighting for.

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[Lightning'growl Lightning'growl]

Lightning'growl flexed his paws against the soft, drying earth, his tail twitching in restless circles as the sun warmed his back. The warmth was nice—better than nice, really—but it didn't change the fact that he'd rather be anywhere else. Specifically, curled up in his nest, half-buried in damp moss and pressed up against Rippleshade's side where it was actually comfortable. The thought made his whiskers twitch. After everything that'd happened—the flooding, the panic, nearly losing each other—he'd made a point to keep the other tom close through the cold nights. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud, of course.

Instead, here he was, standing in the middle of the moor with mud still crusted under his claws, listening to Dustystar talk strategy like it was another ordinary day. Lightning'growl tried not to sigh too loud, but the faint scrunch of his nose betrayed him. "Perfect weather for a nap, if you ask me," he muttered under his breath, voice laced with halfhearted humor rather than real complaint. His whiskers twitched, gaze softening as he looked out over the sunlit moor. "Still… can't exactly turn down a chance to bring home a meal. Clan comes first—"

At Dustystar's signal, though, the usual spark ignited behind his eyes. A hare. Big one, too. Lightning'growl crouched low, the annoyance quickly shifting into electric focus. "Oh, this'll be easy," he whispered with that trademark cocky grin, his voice just low enough not to their quarry. "Bet I can catch it before it even blinks."

He cast a sideways glance toward the older tom, smirking. "Try to keep up, yeah?" he mouthed, his tone playful even as he sank deeper into the grass.

When Dustystar laid out the plan, he flicked his tail sharply in acknowledgment. A circle around the burrow—fine. He could work with that. His paws itched to run, to feel the wind tear through his fur again. It wasn't the same as the warmth of the den, but hunting for his Clan—for Rippleshade—wasn't the worst trade-off.

"Got it," he murmured, tone brimming with confidence. "I'll swing east and cut it off if it bolts."

With that, Lightning'growl slunk forward through the tall grass, muscles taut with anticipation. The world hummed around him—the whisper of wind, the rhythm of his paws, the steady pulse of life returning to the moors. And maybe, when this was over, he could finally crawl back to camp and make good on that promise of warmth with the heated muscle of freshkill.

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• LIGHTNING'GROWL he/him, windclanner, twenty-four moons.
  ☆ a dark chocolate-and-fawn tom with a patchy, chimera-like pelt and a touch of white, always wearing a clover on his fur.
  ☆ mentoring no one.
  ☆ no current relationships or family ties.
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by egg ↛ eggmcbaconboy on discord, feel free to dm for plots!