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

[Frogheart]

♢ Frogheart managed a small breath of relief as Tickfrost and Flamerunner swept in. Teeth unlatch from her fur as the two warriors take on the swarm, bringing down one rat. It wasn't enough, but it helped. It wasn't until his ears caught the heavy footfalls of an approaching twoleg that he truly began to panic. "Come on," hop wailed, nudging Snowdropheart after Tickfrost. She swatted at a rat that tried to lunge after her, and though his claws failed to dig into flesh, she managed to at least knock it off balance. The twoleg had begun to bellow behind the group, its voice loud amongst the shrill shriek of rats.

Hop tried to follow Flamerunner and Tickfrost's lead, batting and swerving and making her way out of the swarm, away from the twoleg. Rat fur clogged her claws, rat stink made her nose wrinkle, and blood - his own? - matted her pelt. All hop could think about was getting to safety, and making sure Snowdrop was safe. He never wanted to set foot in Twolegplace again. Ever.

Just when he thought they might have found a clear path, the jolt of a small body crashed against him and sharp teeth sank into the side of his neck. With a panicked screech, she did the only thing he could think of, and collapsed onto her side in an attempt to smother the offending creature. No way a rat was going to kill hop, no way, no way-

for me, for me, for me

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• ooc — rolled a 0 for the rat attack lmao (neck wound is not meant to be life threatening but definitely Worrisome)
• 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

 

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart

Snowdropheart's heart beat in her ears, thumping against her chest. She could barely hear anything against the rats' claws, the cat's screeches and fighting. Her own claws glinted in the light of the twoleg lamps, but they served only to anger the rats, not scare them away. Her paws and sides were all scratched up - not badly, but it stung.

"Let's go! Retreat!" she yelled. There was no use staying here, not with the noise alerting twolegs, with more and more lights appearing in their dens. One twoleg even walked out, yelling something at them. "We can regroup in another area!"

Snowdropheart grabbed Frogheart by the scruff, shoving the rat off, though it fell to the ground and prepared to run after them right away. If the cats had a moment to rest, just a little bit, they would regain their energy and fight the rats off. But not when they were exhausted, starved and already on edge.

"Let's try to..." she huffed in between breaths as she ran side by side with Frogheart. "...to lose at least the twoleg."

The tall creatures were slower, clumsier than the cats. Losing them would at least lessen their toll, though the rat horde was relentless, disturbed by the dog and cats. Snowdropheart's patrol has stepped unto its territory, the molly feared.

OOC: Welp, Snowdropheart isn't doing well on her rolls (rolled 4 on d20, 5 on d10). We're still on 4/5 rats!

 

[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

.

The last thing Flamerunner had expected was this. He'd imagined today would be fun, sneaking through twoleg territory, swiping a trinket or two, maybe scoring a weird snack, then bringing some extra food home like a hero. He'd pictured triumph. Mischief. Glory. Instead? A disaster. A full-on nightmare of teeth and fur. His snarl ripped out raw as he twisted, slashing a rat aside before another launched for his legs. He snapped his jaws at empty air where yet another had been a heartbeat earlier, those little demons moved fast. Too fast. They were relentless, chittering and foaming, swarming them in a frenzy of claws and gnashing teeth.

After too many close bites, too many rats getting far too bold, Flamerunner finally turned tail and sprinted after the others. His lungs burned. His breath came in sharp bursts. He could hear the rats skittering behind them and the pounding twoleg steps thundering after the lot. Bogwater... Perfect. Just perfect. " Let's... Hope... Another area is better...! " he managed between panting breaths, throwing the others a wild, breathless grin that somehow still held a spark of humor beneath all the panic.

Then, in true Flamerunner fashion, he suddenly opened his maw. " Okay... But real... Question... If we die... Here... Does that... Technically make us... Two leg cuisine or rat leftovers? "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

33 MOONS

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ooc: rolled bad for hunting and bad for killing rats oop.... sorry guys, im useless.

 

[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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They ran. ShadowClan paws thundered across the twolegplace, breath ragged, lungs burning, the world narrowed to the scrape of claws on concrete. They ran as the rats poured after them like a living tide, snapping, screeching, ravenous. They ran as a two leg's heavy footsteps slammed the ground behind them, each one shaking Tickfrost's bones. And they ran as the metallic scent of blood... ShadowClan blood... Began to saturate the air. Tickfrost tasted it on his tongue. Felt it in the back of his throat. And something inside him snapped.

His hackles rose like bristles. The usually impassive mask he wore cracked wide open, replaced with nothing but feral, white-hot rage. The rats wouldn't stop, not until they shredded one of them apart. And they couldn't stop running, not with the two leg right behind them, roaring its strange thunderous cry. His heart hammered against his ribs hard enough to bruise. The shouts of his clanmates blurred into a single distant sound, swallowed beneath the pounding in his ears. Fury swelled, thick, molten and when it reached the breaking point, it erupted.

Tickfrost skidded to a dead halt.

Paws digging into the ground, breath steaming in rapid bursts, he stared down the oncoming swarm. Orange eyes narrowed into sharp, furious pinpricks. For a heartbeat, the world held still. Then he launched. He ignored the claws that raked at his legs, the teeth scraping his skin, the squeals that rose around him like a storm. He plunged straight into the heart of the mass, jaws parting in a snarl that didn't sound entirely like a cat anymore. His teeth sank into the first rat he reached, crushing bone, tearing fur and flesh in one violent burst. He slammed it down, ripping it apart with a frenzy born of fear and fury and a need to protect what little ShadowClan had left.

He left its ruined body there for the others to see.

Then he rose up, shoulders hunched, tail bristled to twice its size, ears flattened so tightly they nearly vanished against his skull. His eyes were wide, blazing, unhinged. And from deep in his chest he ripped out a sound, a shriek, sharp and feral enough to carve through the chaos. It was not a warning. It was a promise. If those rats wanted ShadowClan, they would have to go through him, even if it meant being dragged down right along with them.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

16 MOONS

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rolled bad for the hunt, sadly
rolled 15 for the rat, so tick got the last one down! he also got a bit uh feral, expect him to run after u guys if the rats do end up dispersing

 

[viperhowl]

Viperhowl was just not having the time of his life. As he was eating his chicken he found, he did not expect the shrill cry of rats being about. His stomach growled as he chewed at the chicken- and it finally clicked when a rat dug it's teeth into his tail. Viper let out a snarl- pissed not only because it clung as he swung his body around, but it clung around until he managed to rabbit kick it off of him.

His body moved quickly as he wrapped his jaws around a bone and began racing after the rest of the group. His body was sore- his paws hurt, his tail bled, and he was seeming to have the worst luck tonight. Twolegs were now on the scene, chasing them clumsily and slow.

He was ready to call it, at least for himself. But they seemed to keep going. The noise and ruckus was loud- the barking was loud. Everything was loud, and all Viperhowl wanted to do was eat this chicken that he was barely clinging onto. Hed barely pull himself free from the area... Gasping for breath.

He watches as Tickfrost takes the final rat easily- and Viper is still barely catching his breath. He thought he was so cool, but of course- he couldn't even manage to go three steps without getting hurt. Golden eyes flick between everyone, before following suit.

5 for hunting//
2 for garbage which is ignored //
6 to fight rat (before tickfrost kills it) //
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