Open Prompt Event SC Here's some advice || Hunger Games scavenging patrol

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart​

STAY ALIVE

Snowdropheart's pelt shone in the night, as she climbed through fences and crawled under gaps. She wasn't experienced in leading a patrol, but it was her who had this idea and so she stood up for the task. Food was scarce in ShadowClan, has been for a whole moon now, and it didn't look like things were improving. Cats were starving, caregivers and kittens struggling, elders fading. Snowdropheart was determined to change that.

And so now here she was, leading these cats into twoleg territory, in hopes of finding some scraps to bring back. They would need to be quick, yet quiet, so as to not alert the twolegs or their dogs, not to anger any kittypets or loners roaming around. It wasn't going to be easy, but, with any luck, they would have something to show for it.

Of course, she wasn't proud of needing to scavenge twoleg junk, but they had no choice left anymore. Regular hunting patrols brought back significantly less food than was needed and so Snowdropheart decided to spare a night getting food elsewhere.

"Okay, listen up everyone." she paused at the first location filled with shiny silver containers. "Spread around, work in groups, whatever you feel works best for you. But remember - no loud noises and be swift! We don't want anyone paying attention to us."

And with that, she turned towards the nearest bin laying toppled on the ground and peeked inside.

Spoiler: OOC - Rules

If you have any questions, please reach out to @Scarlet or @Howee!

Rules
- Follows basic rules for the Hunger Games event.
- Be considerate of other roleplayers! No double-posting.
- Chaos dice are rolled every 6-7 OOC days (rolled by either Scarlet or Howee, amount of days determined by activity to allow more people to join in). These are events that the patrol cannot ignore and may include anything from a hunting event to unexpected danger. Additionally, each time a chaos event takes place, a 1d20 will be rolled and will contribute to the 'noise' for the patrol. Once the noise reaches 20, the party must flee to another area to reset the meter or return to camp.
- 1d10 for hunts, and only a 10 is a success.
- Not only for thieves, any cat apprentice-aged or older than can participate!
- Each participant should roll for one of the following Dumpster Diving Surprises prompts, unless your character joins in on another person's roll to help out!
- The thread will be closed at the end of the month.

Dumpster Diving Surprises (roll a 1d20)

1 - A huge rat darts out from behind a bin. It's twice the size of a mouse and more vicious. (Roll a 1d10 and then a 1d20 for chance of injury. 1-10 =Hunting Success. 10-20 = All Clear)
2 - The lid's peeled halfway back and the stench is appalling. Flies buzz around it, but it's… technically food? You could try a bite if you're feeling brave.
3 - You catch the scent of something foul. It's repulsive disgusting, absolutely gut churning unless... roll in it?
4- It's your lucky day! You find some bones with morsels of meat still left on. It's dry and chewy but edible.
5- Quick! A mouse darts out from under one of the cans! (Roll a 1d10)
6 - A dirty plush lies in the dirt. It's soggy and leaking fluff but maybe someone would like it?
7 - Growing out of the concrete, you spot a patch of green. (Roll for herbs, or ignore it and move on.)
8 - You don't find anything. No garbage for you, loser.
9 - While you're walking around or digging through the cans, you feel something sharp. (Roll a 1d20 for Dexterity or Perception)
10 - Something small with a few too many legs crawls over your pelt. Kill it, ignore it, or... maybe a snack?
11 - Glinting in the trash something catches your eye.
12 - There's some leftovers in one of the cans. (Eat up! +1 to your next roll.)
13 - While digging through the trash the whole bag bursts open. It's slimy and gross but desperate times call for desperate measures. (Roll a 1d10 find any edible food scraps.)
14 - A two-leg left out a tin of kittypet food. It smells really good... Do you take a taste or avoid the risk altogether?
15 - Something fuzzy is growing from some scraps, but maybe there's something to be salvaged? (Roll a 1d10. If successful then a 1d20)
16 - Insects pick at a rotting bird. It's long past the point of edible, its skeleton clearly poking through its feathers. If you wanna dissect it for bones, you better have a strong stomach. (1d20 and get a 15 or higher to get a bird skull!)
17 - Something moves inside a soggy box. Investigate or ignore. (Roll a 1d8 - 1–6: it collapses and drenches you, 7–8 there's a mouse! Roll 1d10 to catch it.)
18 - You find a rad pair of sunglasses! Super cool bro! They're a bit crooked, but you look amazing. (You're feeling confident! +1 to your next roll.)
19 - A gust of wind blows bits of trash everywhere! Nothing you can eat but here have a piece of garbage.
20 - While you're digging you get coated in a foul smelling liquid. Ew... (-1 to your next roll)

- For prompts requiring additional rolls, you may follow Dizzy's Chart For Basic Stuff or simply go with what you think works best, as long as you still follow your result!


Chaos Dice

1 - There's movement from inside the two-leg nest. Light spills out from a window, lighting up the trash-strewn ground. (roll a 1d20)
2 - One of the cans tip over and it makes a ton of noise! (roll a 1d20)
3 - A dog starts going crazy from one of the yards! (roll a 1d20)
4 - You and another clanmate find the same scraps. Do you negotiate or bicker over who found it first? (roll a 1d20)
5 - There's a muffled growl coming from one of the bins. (investigate or leave it be? if you investigate roll a 1d20)
6 - Quick! A few mice scurry out from under the dumpsters. The next three posters can roll a 1d10 to try and catch one!
7 - Rat attack! the rats the rats we are the rats. Roll 1d20 for basic attacks, this will end after enough damage is dealt. Afterward each participant rolls 1d10 to catch stragglers.

 

[Grayflight]

TRIGGER WARNING

Descriptions of decay and decomposing flesh.

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Once again, Grayflight found himself in Twolegplace looking for food to help their starving Clan. Only this time, there was no glorious cache of rabbits to raid. This time, they were reduced to sorting through Twoleg refuse- usually something he would do for finding a trinket, not for food. While Twolegs would sometimes throw away things that were still good, more often than not it was just as foul as crowfood.

Oh well. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and there were too many little mouths to feed back at camp.

He jumped onto one of the trashcans, nudging the metal lid off to where it clattered onto the ground. A foul stench rose up from the can, which was practically empty - the Twolegs must've not taken care of this one in awhile. Almost nothing seemed edible, and even if it were, the stench from everything else would make it difficult to eat. The carrion bugs skitter about, revealing the rotting carcass of some poor bird that must've been trapped inside the can. Not even the marrow would be worth anything, but the flesh was decayed enough that... he hooked a claw into an empty eye socket and slid the skull out, cringing as viscera slipped off the bone and into the trash.

He hopped out of the bin and eyed his little prize - a dip in a puddle would no doubt help clean it up. He splashed the skull in some rainwater, and with most of the decayed flesh now washed away, it was at least acceptable to bring back to camp.

Off to find something more useful, then.

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OOC

Rolled a 7 for hunting prey - didn't find anything.
Rolled a 16 for dumpster diving, and a 15 for grabbing the skull!

BIO

ShadowClan Thief
60 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[CROWPAW.'s icon CROWPAW. CROWPAW.]

CROWPAW ──

shadowclan | apprentice​

Crowpaw's whole body droops as they walk toward the nearest unattended bin, a grunt of effort escaping them as they leap to the top to peer inside. They're so tired, and they know it's because they've hardly eaten since the prey had disappeared from the pocosin. They had almost refrained from even joining this patrol in favor of wallowing in their own misery back at camp, but the idea of a bite to eat had lured them to follow their Clanmates to Twolegplace.

The stench of garbage makes him flinch back at first, but he grows accustomed to it rather quickly as he rummages around to see what he can find. After pawing at it for a few moments, there's a glint that catches his eye, something that sparkles when hit by the moonlight. His jaws wrap delicately around it as he leaps back out onto the ground, setting it down to admire what he's found.
It's certainly not food, but it is rather pretty; it looks kind of like those collars that kittypets wear, but it's different somehow, made of silvery metal that's cold to the touch after being outside so long. Carefully, he lifts it up with one paw and slips his head through; it dangles a bit over his chest, but it looks kind of... cool? He decides to keep it around his neck for now while he continues searching - maybe when he gets back he can use it as decoration for his nest.

blow a kiss at the methane skies

see the rust through your playground eyes

• ooc: 1d20 -> 11 "Glinting in the trash something catches your eye." Found a necklace.
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[Tickfrost Tickfrost]

When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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Tickfrost watched Snowdropheart with a solemn look on his face, mangy fur bristling faintly in the cold breeze. The patches where fur never quite grew back right caught the light, faint scars from battles and harder days that never seemed to end. He listened as she gave orders, pointing toward shadowed corners and piles of twoleg junk, her voice hushed and urgent. Be quiet, be swift, stay sharp. He understood well enough. Two legs were unpredictable creatures, all noise and strange smells, capable of kindness one moment and cruelty the next.

With a low sigh, he dipped his head and slipped into the search, nose twitching as he sifted through the damp reek of trash. The scent of rot and something sour stung his throat, but hunger made him keep going. A rustle caught his ear, a whisper of movement and then pain flashed sharp at his muzzle. He jerked back, hissing softly, a thin line of red beading along his nose. He must have caught something sharp in the trash of the two legs... " Ratdung... " he muttered under his breath, shaking off the sting.

That was when he saw them, two beady eyes gleaming up from the shadows.

Instinct took over. His fur fluffed, hackles high, and he lunged. The rat squealed, thrashing as he drove it back, claws raking against slick plastic and metal. The noise echoed off the walls, too loud for his liking, but he couldn't stop now. A swift motion, a flash of teeth, and the rat fell limp between his jaws. Tickfrost panted once, tasting blood and filth all at once. Not ideal, but it was something. Something was better than starving. " Fwood... " he grunted around the carcass, lifting his head to glance toward the others. His torn ear flicked as he added, muffled but clear enough. " Sum' 'ats. "

He gave a short nod, weary but resolute. Rats were nasty things, but they'd keep the bellies of his clan full. And in leafbare, that was worth more than pride.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

10 MOONS

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[viperhowl]

Viperhowl was not known for his patience. He was not known for positivity- in fact, Viperhowl was known for his namesake. Vipers bit, and he howled. He always had a nasty attitude, always soaked in venom, and he was always Loud.

"Ughhh," he groaned, nose curling in disgust as he peeked his head into a bin and tried to sniff around the flies. All he smelled was well, nothing. His paws gripped the side of the can as another clipped some sort of packaging covered in green and white fur (mold) before whipping it off of his paw onto the ground with a splat.

The shaking of the bin as he reached in must have scared something, a large rat darting out from behind the crevice. Viperhowl reacts quickly, the tortie moving to propel himself off the bin and try to land. Unfortunately, he missed, paws slipping under him as his jaw clacks against the ground. But hunger drove him more than pain- and at this point, he didn't care if he ate a rat even if he detested them. Pushing through the wooziness the tortie darted forward, moving to corner the rat.

The last thing he would've expected was for it to lunge towards him and latch onto his shoulder. A pained whine escaped his throat before he could control it, tensing as he suddenly began twirling backwards before rolling as the rat kept its teeth embedded. "God damn-" the string of profanities that escaped his maw was quickly said, cursing as he threw himself back and attempted to claw into the rat to get it to let go.

And when it did, his paw shot to the tear in his shoulder, gripping toes to the wet warm blood- orange eyes slitting but no longer desiring to chase down the rodent that scampered away from him.
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[Snowdropheart]

CHAOS ROLL TIME
We rolled a 3 in Scarlet's channel - A dog starts going crazy from one of the yards! (roll a 1d20) - 12 for the dog. The dog is medium sized and in a yard on a leash, so it poses no direct danger, but unless the cats manage to quiet it down, it's going to draw unwanted attention to them!
Noise level at 8/20!
Anyone is still free to join in!

Snowdropheart

As her clanmates scattered to search through the bins, Snowdropheart felt a glint of pride. Not at lowering themselves to searching through twoleg junk, but at the way ShadowClan was able to adapt to even the harshest conditions. They formed because of hunger, there was no way it would break them now - ShadowClan was too tough for that. Or stubborn. Either way, they would perservere.

She watched as Grayflight fished something out of a bin and washed it in a puddle - was that a bird? There might be some salvagable meat on the corpse, she thought. Peeking into the darkness of the bin, her eyes narrowed at the mess. Immediatelly her nose scrunched - no meat, only maggots and rot. Not even the bones were salvagable for nibbling, someone could get seriously sick from that! She resisted gagging and looked away at what Grayflight had managed to salvage.

It was a skull from the decaying bird, its beak still intact. "Good catch!" she smiled at him encouragingly. "Though, unfortunately, not edible..." It was not a scold, just a statement from the hungry warrior. A plea, to herself and anyone else, to try and get some food. She turned to look through another, not rotten-through bin, when a noise made her jump, heart pounding in her chest.

BARK BARK BARK

The noise rattled in her skull. "Stars, not now!" she hissed to herself. Just what they needed - a dog. At best, it would wake up the twolegs, forcing them to flee. At worst, it would escape it's yard and hunt them down one by one. No, she needed to do something and she needed to do something now.

Carefully, she approached the fence, peeking through. The wood was solid, if the dog wasn't small, it wouldn't fit through the gaps, though she knew dogs are able to jump over fences. To her relief, not only was the dog too big to fit through and too small to overwhelm them, but to the patrol's luck, it was chained, straining to get near her, but unable to do so. The noise was still a problem, unless they did something soon, but at least they were safe for now.

OOC: Rolled a 1 on hunting so no food. Rolled 16 for dumpster diving, same as Grayflight, but 13 for skull - no skull for Snowdrop!

 

[Frogheart]

♢ Frogheart padded along with the patrol, her ears pinned to the back of her head. Twolegplace was so weird. Whenever he had the misfortune of venturing in, hop thought he might claw hops fur off. Too many sights and sounds and strange smells. Though one low rumble from her belly served as a painful reminder of why they were there. The clan needed food desperately. It was beginning to feel like a free-for-all in camp, and Sablestar was doing nothing to inspire cooperation amongst the warriors. Frogheart wondered idly if she'd chosen the wrong side when the colony split. No point crying over dropped freshkill, he sighed.

So, he found himself face to face with a large bin. Hop pressed her paws against the side and shoved, hoping to knock the entire thing over. No luck. He tried once more for good measure, but it hardly even jostled. With a huff, she crouched low, bunched her muscles, and launched himself up the side.

Upon landing on top, hop immediately found one paw sinking into some kind of squishy gunk wrapped in a see-through green leafwrap. He recoiled in disgust then lifted the paw to inspect it. While nothing had gotten on her paw, it had released a certain... odor. "Dung!" He spat.

Before hop could properly express his disgust, the sharp yap of a riled-up dog cut through the air. He flinched, looking around frantically. Her gaze landed on Snowdropheart cautiously approaching a nearby fence. "Be careful!" She hissed quietly.

Judging by her body language, Frogheart assumed the dog must not be an immediate threat. A nuisance, more than anything. Still, she didn't want to listen to its barking, and hop certainly didn't want it to attract the attention of any Twolegs. If only there were some way to distract it...

Still standing in a cloud of shit smell, an idea occurred to him. A truly.... rancid idea. Carefully hooking the packet on one claw, she leapt down and hobbled over to Snowdropheart, keeping the paw holding the foul item as far away as possible. "Look out," hop grumbled to his kin. Reeling back, she flung the package as far into the air as she could, watching as the leaf shredded in the air and sent a shower of poop over the yard of the dog.

There was a surprised yelp, and then silence. Hop made a face. "Dogs are... disgusting."

for me, for me, for me

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• ooc — rolled a 6 (no food :( ), 3 (stinky stuff), 8 (shut up dog)
• frogheart // he/she/hop
  ✤ black rosette tabby with low white and green eyes
  ✤ warrior of shadowclan
  ✤ 42 moons; ages on the 12th of every month
  ✤ "speech", thoughts, attempted action, "other character's speech"
  ✤ peaceful/healing powerplay is allowed

 

[CROWPAW.'s icon CROWPAW. CROWPAW.]

CROWPAW ──

shadowclan | apprentice​

With the odd silver twoleg collar secure around her neck, Crowpaw leaves the bin behind in favor of searching elsewhere. She sniffs the air, trying to find something, anything that could be considered edible - but it's not her nose that picks up prey, not this time. She can hear scuffling, and a small, shrill squeak. Gray eyes look in the direction of the sound, and she sees two of her Clanmates attempting to catch some rats. If circumstances were different, Crowpaw would turn her nose up in disgust at the idea of eating one of those disgusting rodents. But now? She salivates at the thought of it. The pit in her stomach grows by the day, a void that begs to be filled. She's long lost the privilege of feeling picky, and before she knows it, she's leaping at the nearest rat with claws unsheathed.
Crunch!

Their pupils go wide as they hear it, that satisfying sound of fangs sinking into flesh. They... they've done it. They caught one. Food.
It's only moments after Tickfrost presents his own fresh-kill that Crowpaw pads up near him with their catch between their jaws. "I got one, too. Better than nothin." They want so badly to eat it right now, but they know they'd get in trouble, especially if they did it with so many of their Clanmates around... maybe later, they could sneak a bite or two or three...
It's only as they set the rat upon the hardened earth that the dog begins barking, and the sudden sound causes their fur to stand up as they leap into the air with surprise. "Dog!! Where-??" As they glare daggers in the direction of the fence, a clawed paw places itself over their rat, ready to snatch it up and run if the beast comes closer. But it seems that it's stuck behind the fence, tied to a chain; Frogheart is able to send leaf-wrapped dung flying in its direction, which seems to shut it up for now. Crowpaw's ears flatten, and their maw twists into a disgusted grimace.

With things a bit quieter, Crowpaw tries to flatten his fur as he continues the search - maybe he can manage to snag one more rat before that stupid dog decides to bark its head off again... As he dares to venture a little further away from the group, he catches a scent that leads him near the closed entrance of a twoleg den - it's some kind of meat, held within a silvery can. Kittypet food.
The rat is supposed to go back to the Clan, but surely this is free game, right? And Crowpaw found it first. He wastes no time in padding right up to it and shoving his face inside, licking up the strange chunks of meat while his tail twitches excitedly. He doesn't care if this food is meant for a kittypet or not, or even if this is some kind of trap. If he doesn't eat now, he'll go insane having to carry his fresh-kill all the way back to camp...
Once the can is licked clean, he licks his chops to get up all the remaining juice from his whiskers. Finally, some relief...

blow a kiss at the methane skies

see the rust through your playground eyes

• ooc: 1d10 to hunt -> 10!! caught a rat!
  1d20 -> 14 - A two-leg left out a tin of kittypet food. It smells really good... Do you take a taste or avoid the risk altogether?
  crowpaw is FEASTING today!!
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[Tickfrost Tickfrost]

When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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In good hope, Tickfrost had searched for another rat, nose low to the cold, trash-scented ground, but no luck. The alley had gone silent again, the scuttling of vermin replaced by the wind scraping through the bins. At least Crowpaw's catch hadn't gone to waste, his orange hues brightened for a moment as he gave the apprentice an encouraging grin. " Good job! At least we'll be able to take something back to camp with us. " he praised, voice low but warm. He peered into another bin, hoping maybe, just maybe, something edible still lingered inside, only to freeze when a bark shattered the stillness.

The sound tore through him like claws, his fur bristled, and instinct pulled him back, hackles raised, teeth bared in a silent snarl. The barking was close, but then Frogheart's quick thinking saved them, the distraction tossed over the fence cutting the noise off for a moment. Tickfrost let out a shaky breath, the tension slowly draining from his shoulders. " Rat-dung.. " he muttered, forcing his fur flat again. Still, when his gaze swept the area again, something caught his eye, a gap beneath the next fence, the faintest smell of food wafting through. He slipped through the hole with the grace of someone used to tight spaces, peering around carefully until the scent hit him full force. His stomach clenched. It smelled... Good. Strange, but good. Not like the forest... Rich and artificial, but unmistakably food.

Curiosity and hunger won out over sense. He gave a cautious lick, then a tiny bite. Not poisoned. Not bad, either. Maybe kittypets didn't have it so hard after all.

" Guys... " he called in a hushed voice, motioning them over with a flick of his tail. " There's some kittypet food over here. Everyone should take a bite, gather some strength. We can't carry it with us like we can the rats, and we'll need the energy if we're heading back. " He paused, glancing at the patrol. " Grayflight, Snowdropheart, Frogheart, how about you three go first. Once you've eaten, Viperhowl and Crowpaw can take their turn. "

Tickfrost sat back to keep watch, ears twitching for any more barking. His heart still thumped hard in his chest, but his focus stayed sharp. They were in dangerous territory, but if he could keep everyone fed and safe, even for a little while longer, it was worth the risk.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

15 MOONS

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rolled an 8 for hunting
a 14 for a prompt [ found kittypet food sharing it with the others ]

 

[Flamerunner Flamerunner]

Run boy run! The sun will be guiding you
Run boy run! They're dying to stop you
Run boy run! This race is a prophecy
Run boy run! Break out from society

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Late. He was terribly late. He was officially terribly late. He wouldn't be surprised if the others didn't expect him to pop up anymore and frankly, part of him had debated not to.. But curiosity won out. The Twolegplace could be fascinating, after all. Maybe he'd even find something worth bringing back. Maybe even something for-- No. Never mind that. His hackles rose at the distant sound of barking, and he followed it until the scent of cats, his cats reached him. A grin broke across his muzzle as he bounded over. " Heyyy, guys! Bit late, sorry. Did I miss anything? Nice catch. " he rattled, peering down at the rats with clear interest, licking his chops once before twitching his ear.

" Right, right. Dumpster diving, yeah? " he meowed, clambering up into the nearest bin without hesitation. The smell was awful, the footing worse, but that never stopped him. No luck in finding anything edible, but when he popped his head back out, there was triumph written all over his face. " Yooo, look at this! " he crowed, balancing a pair of oversized sunglasses on his nose. They nearly slipped right off, but his grin didn't falter. " Hey, lovely ladies. " he purred, winking toward Frogheart and Snowdropheart in exaggerated charm before glancing to the rest of the patrol. " 'Sup, guys? "

He tilted his head then, grin sharpening into mischief. " Be honest. " he asked, flicking a paw against the sunglasses' rim. " If you could keep one weird two leg thing forever, what would it be? And don't say the food, I call dibs on these shades. "

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33 MOONS

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rolled a 7 for hunting
rolled 18 and got these awesome shades

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

The ivory molly had been apprehensive about taking part in the dumpster diving, but after the mess of a heist on the rabbits, she found herself nervous about alerting any nearby dogs. The last patrol had gone horrendously, and the last thing she wanted was to cause issues. But as she watched her friends and clanmates rifle about and hunt, she found herself antsy. She didn't want to be useless while her clanmates tried hard to provide.

So, as her clanmates rifled about within the silver twoleg cylinders, she stalked the area, eyes darting about to see if any mice or rats had been disturbed in the hubub. She sniffed about, the bitterness of the crowsfood in the cylinders and the foreign scents in the air from the surrounding two-leg nests made it hard to focus. But, as she crept about, movement in a disturbed cylinder caught her eye, squinting, she snuck towards the thing, tredding gently as to make no noise.

Then, as she approached the thing, something darted out. A mouse! In less than a heartbeat, she leapt out and managed to snap the thing up, killing it in one swift bite. Stoatstream couldn't believe she had really managed to move that fast, but her heart welled in a quiet pride. It was nothing to gloat about, but it was better than coming home empty pawed again. But something else caught her attention. Where the mouse had started from, something shiny sparkled in her periphery.

She dipped her head, peering within, face crinkling in excitement to see a glimmering little disc, adorned with something pretty and blue on the top side. Stoatstream padded away to leave her prey in the pile with the rest of the patrol's catches, which wasn't extravagant, but it was something for sure. As she padded back towards her treasure, she noticed the worry on the brows of her clanmates. She swallowed hard, looking to them nervously. "Is there something the matter?..." It was only Frogheart's snarl that made her pelt stand on end. "Not another dog..." Stoatstream's expression fell, suddenly far more on edge.

She quickly rifled through the cylinder and retrieved her trinket, returning to the patrol, taking a deep breath. "Where about is it? Just so I can keep an eye out." She inquired, looking to Flamerunner. But, as he looked about, she couldn't help but laugh. "What on earth are those! Looking- uhm- Fashionable?" She giggled; it was hard to stay on edge when at least some of the cats could lighten the mood. Stoatstream knew she wasn't in danger when her clanmates were about; any sign of dog or twoleg, they would alert her.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -
Hunting roll (1d10) -> Rolled a 10 (Caught a mouse)
Dumpster diving roll (1d20) -> Rolled a 11 - Glinting in the trash, something catches your eye. (Got a bottlecap)

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire and Monsterpaw
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Grayflight]

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Grayflight didn't want to take kittypet food, but when his stomach growled loud enough to make his fur fluff in surprise, he had to acquiesce. He padded over to Tickfrost and the others, setting down the bird skull in order to take a mouthful of the food, swallowing it hungrily. It could never compare to freshkill, but by the stars it was enough to give him a bit of a second wind.

"Much appreciated, Tickfrost," he mewed, licking his lips to ensure every scrap of food made it into his belly. This was no time to waste anything. He stepped back to allow for the others to feast, chuckling a little as Flamerunner wore the weird dark Twoleg eye coverings. If their leader were here, the tom would have likely been scolded for goofing around, but Grayflight thought it was a good thing to see that the younger cat's attitude was still light.

He turned to look for prey, catching the flick of a tail vanish down an alleyway. He followed the path, only to be faced with.... nothing.

Well, not entirely nothing. An overturned trash bin revealed a bit of sparkling Twoleg trash- he padded over and tugged at it, pulling out a long heavy twoleg stick, its edge slightly ridged and scraping against his tongue as he pulled it out.

Oh, he mused. What's that taste?

It was faint and nearly gone, but he managed to lick a bit of the fatty yellow treat off the item before grabbing it in his mouth and bringing it back over to his pile.

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OOC

thanks for the snack @Tickfrost
"what've you got there, grayflight?" "a KNIFE" "No!"

BIO

ShadowClan Thief
60 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[viperhowl]

Viperhowl managed to pull himself together, finally taking the moments to lick and flatten his fur down over the bite. He'd get it checked out later, but for now, it had eased on bleeding down his leg. His ears flicked, fur standing on end as dog barks suddenly filled the alley, letting out an alarmed hiss as he jumped.

He wasn't the only one, but his fur bristled still as he shifted uncomfortably. There was no dog directly coming for them, so there was nothing to concern himself with. His gaze flicked underneath a dumpster, carefully crouching to look for hunting rather than keep digging through garbage. As he pulled himself back free- he missed the shimmering of light hitting something sharp, and a paw pad began bleeding as he winced. His pad cut open from the glass, he rolled his eyes with a huff. Of course, now he'd definitely have to see Cicadabuzz. How fuckin' embarrassing.

His gaze flicked to Tickfrost when his name slipped from the blue toms mouth. After a beat of silence, he'd nod. "I'll go last." He decided for himself, remembering the incident with Magpiepaw. He didn't want to take the kittypet food, but Tickfrost was right, and he didn't wanna eat too much if they were deciding to share. He'd much rather not, but- it was something and his stomach gnawed on itself anyways. Perhaps then he could actually focus.

His jaws grinded as he took a few steps to lean against a bin, limping from the cuts but refusing to stop now. As he peered into the bin, his jaw nearly dropped as he spotted some bones with meat on them. Oh how fancy... He thought, licking his lips as he pulled the bones free, setting them to the side and almost drooling at the thought of eating those instead of the kittypet food....

"Actually, let someone else eat that- I think I'm gonna eat off one of these bones. Others can have the rest of the bones-" he said, dragging one to begin chewing the meat off of it without waiting. Of course his had the most on it.... But the others were still fairly decent. At least he was being nice. ​

Rolled a 3 for hunting. //
Rolled a 9 and cut his paw. //
Rolled a 4 and found bones with some meat on them...//

​

 

[Snowdropheart]

CHAOS ROLL TIME
We rolled a 7 in Scarlet's channel - Rat attack! the rats the rats we are the rats. Roll 1d20 for basic attacks, this will end after enough damage is dealt. Afterward each participant rolls 1d10 to catch stragglers.
Noise level we rolled a 15, meaning we reached our limit and will have to flee to another area! Noise level in this area is 23/20, new area will start at 0/20!
Anyone is still free to join in!

General rules for this Chaos Event:
Everyone should roll a 1d20 for attacks to scare away the rats - most of them will flee when injured:
- On a 10+ you will injure a rat lightly, the rat will need to be injured more for it to flee!
- On a 15+ you will injure them severely and it will flee immediatelly.
You can use your hunting roll to catch one of the rats, if you roll a 10 you successfully caught a rat and it will count towards rats defeated!
To successfully defeat the rat horde, we need to kill at least 5 rats!
At the bottom of this announcement is a tracker that will be regularly updated to keep track of how many we've got
When the tracker is filled, each player can roll an additional 1d10 to catch any strays, but only a 10 is a success!
Players are allowed to make multiple replies as long as general roleplay etiquete is followed.
If not enough rats are defeated by the next chaos roll, we will be having two chaos events overlapping!

Have fun and don't forget to grab your already caught prey (and trinkets) with you before you leave for the next area!

RAT TRACKER: 2/5 rats defeated

Snowdropheart

Snowdropheart considered throwing the gross, rotten bones from the bin to the dog to distract it, but Frogheart had a similar idea - a bundle of dog dung? Oh, that was hilarious, Snowdropheart couldn't help but quietly chuckle to herself at Frogheart's brilliance.

"Good thinking!" she purred towards him, ready to search more, when Tickfrost discovered some kittypet food. Snowdropheart didn't feel all too happy about it and would rather have avoided that kind of food altogether, luckily Viperhowl discovered some other bones to snack on - not enough to bring back, but enough to refill their energy now. She took a little bite next to the tom, then resumed her patrol.

Stoatstream and Crowpaw have both managed to catch some actual prey, Snowdropheart couldn't help but feel warm inside - actual, good prey was rare these days. The young molly jumped up on another bin, ready to dive in to find something herself finally. Balancing on the edge of the bin for a while, she felt something crawl up her leg and jumped in surprise, loosing her footing and getting back onto the ground. A gross, long centipede skittered away from her, it's many legs working in unision. "Creepy." she huffed. She was ready to jump back in, when the sound of scratching on the stone floor made her stop in her tracks. What was that?

Snowdropheart turned her head around at the source of the noise - a rat? Maybe she could catch it, add onto the pile. Two rats? And suddenly a whole swarm of rats appeared from behind the corner closest to her. Did they get disturbed by the dog and are now fleeing? But the rats didn't run past her, instead, one of them approached her daringly and too quick for her to react, biting her in the paw. She yelped loudly, involuntarily, as she tried to shake the rat off. And then another jumped on her back, swarming her. "Help!" she yelled, aware of the noise she was making, but unable to change it. "We need to get away from here!"

OOC: Rolled a 10 - Something small with a few too many legs crawls over your pelt. Kill it, ignore it, or... maybe a snack?
For both rat attack and hunting i rolled a 1.... guess she's the one raising the noise level.....

 

[CROWPAW.'s icon CROWPAW. CROWPAW.]

CROWPAW ──

shadowclan | apprentice​

Crowpaw had been sniffing around for more cans, but it seems that Tickfrost found them first - oh well, at least he's offering to share. She'll gladly agree to another bite or two when her turn comes.
Slowly, she starts to make her way back towards the bigger part of the group still hanging near the trash bins. There isn't much to find over here aside from the kittypet food that had already been found… it was worth the small detour, but now she has to get back before she'll be able to find anything else of use. It's only when she hears another rat does she swivel around.

He expects to see one, maybe two more. But it's an entire horde of them, charging toward the group with bloodthirst glinting in their beady eyes. Mouse dung!! We must have pissed them off when we caught those first two…
If anything, this could be shifted into an opportunity to catch more - if they manage to fight off all the others, that is. Crowpaw leaps back as one of them lunges at him, hissing as his claws connect with its face in one swift motion. "Ew!! Back off, you disgusting fleabag!!" Its blood stains his claws as it skitters away, but as soon as it's gone, it's replaced by two more. There's too many of them!!

Racing back toward the trash bins, Crowpaw snatches up the rat they had already caught - there's no way they're leaving without this. Snowdropheart yowls above them, and their eyes narrow as they glare up at the rats that are swarming her; leaping upward, they try to snag one before it can climb towards her, but he only manages to get rat fur stuck in his claw.
"C'mon!" he urges, muffled through a mouthful of rat. If they all run, they can probably shake off most of them… Crowpaw wastes no time in leading the way as they rush toward a quieter area of the twolegplace. Anywhere is better than this rat-infested hellscape, and they can't help anyone if they let the rats climb all over them, too. So much for a few more bites of kittypet food...

blow a kiss at the methane skies

see the rust through your playground eyes

• ooc: 8 (1d20) dumpster diving roll -> You don't find anything. No garbage for you, loser.
  18 (1d20) rat roll -> success (defeated a rat!)
  8 (1d10) hunting roll -> failure.
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[Grayflight]

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Grayflight grabbed his goodies - while it wasn't much, it was still his - and he joined the others as they raced away from the dog's horrendous howling. He clutched the skull and shiny stick in his jaws , only dropping them when the group had moved to the next area of the Twolegplace. He looked to the other cats, and soon they were dispersing to other trash bins.

He hopped up to fiddle with the lid of one, dropping it on the ground just before hearing Snowdropheart's call of alarm. Rats!

He abandoned his bin, having seen nothing of interest in there anyhow, and raced to the Trapper's side.

"Nasty things!" he hissed. "Just be sure to avoid a -"

He meant to finish his warning with 'bite,' but as his luck would have it, as he called out to the other cats, a rat launched itself at him, sinking dirty fangs deep into his shoulder. He yowled in pain and threw himself at the wall of the alley, knocking the rat off and leaving it dazed. With a swift bite, he snapped its neck, breathing heavily. The wound ached in his shoulder, blood staining and matting his long fur. He looked to the others, gritting his teeth.

"I- ah - I'm sorry," he mewed to the Trapper. "I'm heading back - I'll only slow you down at this point." Limping, he grabbed his rat and trinkets, looking for the safest and quickest way out of Twolegplace and back home.

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OOC

Rolled an 8 for Dumpster Dive: nothing for me :(
Rolled a 2 for the rat - got bit! That's gonna need Cicadabuzz's attention.
Rolled a 10 for hunting - at least I got that rat back!

1 rat down, but Grayflight is leaving to get treatment - a bloody Thief is bound to only attract more trouble!

BIO

ShadowClan Thief
60 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

With her maw hurting from smiling, she turned back away from the majority of the patrol. Maybe another little treasure could befall her, or another mouse! She was a ready geatful to have succeeded, she couldn't bear to return to camp empty pawed... Stoatstream shook her head; it'd be fine; they'd all be okay.

Padding towards a twoleg cylinder she didn't think anyone had inspected yet, she peered about, seeing if anything was interesting nearby, shiny or furry preferably. And, as luck would have it, another mouse! She narrowed her eyes with a grin, lowering herself, ready to strike. Steadying her breath, the ivory molly darted ahead and was just a whisker away-

"Eugh!-" Stoatstream gagged as her eyes watered, the scent of something utterly foul reaching her nose. Her retching scared off the mouse to her utter fury. "Foxdung!" The molly snapped, face knit in frustration. She sheilded her nose with a paw as it was impossible to forget that utterly foul scent. Scrambling away to save her sense of smell, she shook her head, trying to steady herself even if her stomach turned, threatening to expel what remained of what little she had eaten the day before.

Stoatstream let out an exasperated sigh, a sour expression still settled upon her face. That was, until, her eyes widened to see a small horde of rats coming for the patrol. Crowpaw swatted one away, but more seemed to rush the rest of the patrol, her eyes widening to see one heading for Grayflight. "Watch out-" She called, but a little too late as the thing sank its teeth into the tom. The young molly winced, luckily under a clawed paw. He killed the thing, but the wound looked painful.

She didn't even have a moment as another nasty thing lunged for her next. White fur stood on end as she narrowly avoided it. Unsheathing her claws to strike the little beast, it darted towards her again, but knocked it off its feet as one fell swoop, she sent it flying. Watching with a muted shock as it stood up and skittered off. Stoatstream released a baited breath, swallowing hard as she looked to Grayflight, face knit in worry. "Let Cicadabuzz look at it, you wouldn't want it to get infected." Her tail flicked nervously behind her; the last thing she wanted was Grayflight getting sick, either.

The molly watched with worry as he padded off, craning her neck before her gaze found Snowdropheart. "I'll move ahead to find somewhere a little less rat-infested. These little beasts can sneak up on me too easily, and I don't wanna get nipped either." She crinkled her nose as she saw movement near the larger box. "There's still some hanging around, keep an eye out, okay?" Stoatstream motioned to where she noticed the movement.

Padding away to her mouse and her shiny little disc, grimacing at the rotten scented cylinder she had inspected before beginning to pad away from the patrol. She didn't want to be sitting prey for the rats; they were too risky for her to fight, especially when the patrol was already so spread out. Her first attempt was pure luck; she wasn't sure how well it would have turned out otherwise...

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -
Hunting roll (1d10) -> Rolled a 9 (Failure)
Dumpster diving roll (1d20) -> Rolled a 3 - You catch the scent of something foul. It's repulsive, disgusting, absolutely gut-churning unless... roll in it?
RATS! (1d20) -> 16 (Success!)

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire and Monsterpaw
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
[/COLOR] penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Frogheart]

♢ Frogheart snickered softly as Flamerunner approached. He was an old friend, and probably one of the only cats Frogheart could tolerate acting as such. "Very nice, Flame. Personally, I'm not interested in Twoleg rubbish." She flicked the rim of his sunglasses with her tail as he passed by, bounding towards where Tickfrost found the strange kittypet food. He gave it a disdainful sniff before taking a bite with a shrug. It wasn't good, didn't satisfy him like a piece of fresh kill, but something in her belly was better than nothing.

With a lick of hops lips, she turned her attention back to rooting through the cans. Leaping up onto the top of one she thought was untouched, he began to root around through the rubbish. A brief whiff of something meaty reached her nose, and hop squinted against the darkness. There! Hop dug at another leafwrap, similar to the one holding the dog poop. This time, however, it appeared that there are bones inside - bones with what appears to be meat still attached. It took a moment, but with some intent scrabbling, Frogheart managed to tear the package open and get to the bones within. He was busily chomping on one when a commotion broke out below. A sharp gasp tore from her maw. "Snowdrop!" He called, watching as the rats began to swarm her niece. Crowpaw and Grayflight make a valiant effort to dispatch some of the vermin, but Grayflight was bitten, badly. Frogheart gritted her teeth, then launched himself into the fray.

Hop landed heavily on one rat, but her claws failed to find purchase in its coarse, greasy fur. Another rat immediately whirled on him, sinking its teeth into her leg. With a yelp, Frogheart swatted at it, but it was too fast. "Foxdung," hop hissed. "Snowdrop, get out of here!" With a snarl, Frogheart kicked out at one of the rats. He missed, again. Later, this would strike hop as humiliating. In the moment, all he could think about was the pounding of her heart and the sharp pain of bites and claws on her pelt.

for me, for me, for me

♢

• ooc — rolled a 4 (bones!), 0 (get absolutely wrecked), and 7 (failed hunt :( )
• frogheart // he/she/hop (any gendered terms!)
  ✤ black rosette tabby with low white and green eyes
  ✤ warrior of shadowclan
  ✤ 42 moons; ages on the 12th of every month
  ✤ "speech", thoughts, attempted action, "other character's speech"
  ✤ peaceful/healing powerplay is allowed