PAFP Territory TC hide and seek // sneaking out

[Victorykit]

victorykit;

if you're gonna hit me, hit me harder

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It was a beautiful day. Some part of her brain recognized it, surely. Some small, unimportant part of her enjoyed the chill on the breeze despite the dappling warmth of sunlight on her pelt and the colors of the leaves as they fell and danced on the breeze. She didn't know leaves changed colors. Didn't even know that was possible. But in that moment, she didn't care. All she could think about was the fact that her parents were missing - had been missing - and no one cared. Not her siblings, not the other warriors, no one. Well, except Gracepaw. But she was useless. Someone had to find her parents, and it might as well be her. Actually, it should be her.

Sneaking out of camp had been easier than she expected. The first day, when her parents had first vanished, she'd tried but tensions had been high, the warriors on high alert. They'd caught her right away. This time, however, no one was paying attention. She'd been lounging in camp while the other kits played games and the warriors were between patrols, and she saw her opportunity. She hadn't really planned on leaving camp and finding her parents right then, but it seemed like as good a time as any. So, after creeping from camp unnoticed, she found herself bounding through their territory. She'd only been out once before, with Flickerdance and some other kits and warriors. They'd have a lesson on hiding their scent, which she took advantage of. The first thing she'd done was splash through the stream, trying to mute her scent in case someone outside of camp might catch a whiff.

Though she was loathe to admit it, she didn't really know... where she was going. She tried to scent the air, but of course any scent of her parents was long gone. So, she just walked. She skirted tree trunks, leapt over stones, ducked under shrubs. She almost enjoyed the scratch of the branches on her thick pelt. There were so many new things out in the territory, sights and sounds and smells. She could hear prey scurrying around, and contemplated stopping and trying to hunt. She'd watched the apprentices practice and she'd practiced her own hunting crouches. But no, she was on a very specific hunt. She had to find her parents. What if this had been a test? What if her parents were waiting, just outside the border, hoping their kits were smart enough to find them. She smirked. She was. Her pace increased until she was practically sprinting through a territory completely unknown to her. She would find them, no matter what.

OOC: wait for @FLICKERDANCE !

you better knock me out the first time

Victorykit

— thunderclan, 4 moons
— she/her
— chocolate tortie, white paws, green eyes

"speech"

, 'thoughts', action

 

[FLICKERDANCE]

Flickerdance doesn't anticipate nearly toppling over because her leg comes into contact with a kit of all things. She's had enough of them to last her a lifetime after the last "patrol" she had been assigned—sure, it had gone better than expected, but... kit stuff is kit stuff. She's a warrior now with much more important things to worry about. The only one she doesn't necessarily mind is Fawnkit; that one is smart, and shows promise. Perhaps she could become Flickerdance's first ever apprentice.

But unfortunately, Flickerdance doesn't stumble over Fawnkit. She hisses as she finds her footing and picks out the unmistakable fur of Victorykit amongst the undergrowth.

"What are you doing?"

she reprimands her, more annoyed that her gait had been interrupted than anything else. Now her flow is off. Flickerdance almost asks Victorykit about what her parents would think... thank the stars her mind catches up to her before she speaks.

"Don't you know there are predators out here? Do you have a death wish or something?"

 

[OWLBARK]

Wake up. Hunt. Give patrols. Hunt. Check in on apprentices. Hunt. Sleep.

It was an endless cycle he felt like Owlbark couldn't free himself from as the mornings grew colder and the frost clung to the still green blades of grass longer. The days seemed to grow shorter as well and plunge his once sunny and warm forest into a dark and barebones graveyard of trees. He shivered at the thought of having to fluff his fur every morning to shield himself from the oncoming cold. He attended to as many hunting patrols as he could. Flickerdance was a current interest of his. The young molly had eyes unlike his other clanmates: cautious of other clans. Her warning of RiverClan was proof enough. If she kept up the caution, he would see her leading more border patrols. He liked a discerning eye.

The deputy prowled behind the young warrior at her sudden cry of shock and only spared a glance at the kit under her paws. He set his prey - a small and scrawny mouse - at his paws. "The kit made it far," he remarked bluntly. "Listen to Flickerdance, Victorykit. She cautions you well. We aren't the only hungry mouths in the forest this time of year." He bent to pick up his mouse, but stayed low to keep eye contact with the stray kit.

"While you're here, little one, let's test what you can smell, eh? It would be beneficial to know what's around next time you decide to wander from home," he offered. He looked back to Flickerdance and gestured with her tail for her to join the exercise as well.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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[BLISTERINGFURYBLISTERINGFURY's icon]

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The patchwork tom recalls the patrol that had consisted of kits led by his daughter, Grizzlypurr, and Cinderstep not certain if he liked the idea of the small scraps of fur leaving the safety of camp even if it was a small expedition where they could learn some valuable lessons. It seems one of the kits that had gone on said patrol has decided that she would use what she learned to her advantage but luckily for Victorykit, in his opinion, Flickerdance had nearly stumbled over the kit and it seems to stop her in her tracks. It seems that Owlbark stumbles onto the scene to see it unfold and Blisteringfury isn't too far away, his stomach churns uncomfortably that Victorykit had attempted to sneak out of camp on her own.

He didn't want to think of what could've happened to the young molly if his daughter hadn't nearly tripped over her and its enough to make a relieved sigh slip from his jaws but its muffled by the shrew that he holds in his jaws. "How impressive." The patchwork feline mutters rather dryly trying to shove aside his paternal worries aside and can't help but spare a glance in the direction of the tabby noting how he decides to make this a lesson instead of herding the kit back towards the safety of camp. Blisteringfury doesn't utter a single sound of argument deciding that he would entertain the lesson and remain alert, in case, there was any other hungry jaws around waiting for them to allow their alert to go down.

With a quiver of his whiskers, the dark tom huffs with a light shake of his head as his emerald gaze settles onto Victorykit once more "Let's try not to make a habit of this or you won't be as fortunate in running into one of your own next time." His pupils taking on a snake-like appearance as he allows this warning to slip from his jaws, he remains rather blunt deciding not to completely sugarcoat the dangers that lurk within the forest that they reside in. The ravenous beasts that hide in the shadows would soon grow hungry enough that it'd push them into desparate matters such as attacking one of their own and making a meal of them or harming them.

ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?

BLISTERINGFURY

THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone

venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.

 

[Victorykit]

victorykit;

if you're gonna hit me, hit me harder

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Victorykit let out a startled hiss, her body tumbling to the side as her desperate sprint was knocked off track by Flickerdance's paws. She righted herself quickly and shook leaflitter from her pelt. The young warrior snapped at her, and she bared her tiny teeth, a lie forming on her tongue. She was a heartbeat away from saying she'd asked for permission from Loonstar herself when Owlbark appeared. No way she'd get away with that, not lying to the deputy. Blisteringfury's presence only seemed to further seal her fate. She'd lost her chance at finding her parents.

She twitched an ear irritably as Owlbark began the same lecture about safety, but she was caught off-guard by his question. Was this what training sessions were like? Had she impressed the deputy, at least a little? Blisteringfury's remark was dry and felt like a cruel twist of claws in her pelt, like her parents' comments always had. But Owlbark didn't seem upset with her. At least, not as much as Flickerdance did.

She eyed the deputy wearily, feeling like there was something too good to be true in his gaze. He seemed.... earnest, though.

"Okay," Victorykit nodded and took a deep breath, opening her mouth slightly to let every little scent wash over her.

"I smell... Mouse and shrew, and blood, from you hunting," she began slowly.

"Something sharp, like one of Rowanpaw's herbs? She must have been here recently. And I think there might be other mice around here. There's also something... It almost smells like... Frecklekit?" She wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of her brother's scent, along with Echokit's. She scowled, peering past the warriors. She sincerely hoped it was just scent lingering on her pelt, but she would not put it past her littermates to follow her.

Her attention is pulled away from the potential snooping of her brothers by Blisteringfury's last comment. It landed on her ears as a threat.

"I'm not afraid,"

she frowned, eyes narrowed.

you better knock me out the first time

Victorykit

— thunderclan, 4 moons
— she/her
— chocolate tortie, white paws, green eyes

"speech"

, 'thoughts', action