♢ It had been an unseasonably warm day. There was still a bit of chill to the air, but it was practically pleasant, and Frogheart found her spirits soaring with each faint sunbeam he padded through. Newleaf was on the horizon, and with warmer weather came hope. Hop knew the day's warmth was an anomaly, but she would let that shard of hope get her through another hunting patrol. Perhaps this was the one - the day he led warriors home laden with prey. Following Jadethorn's instruction, Frogheart guided the weary patrol through the pocasin, following the slope of the Thunderpath north. "Let's keep our eyes open," she cautioned, wary of both the Thunderpath and their proximity to Windclan's border. It was hard enough putting one paw in front of the other anymore; the last thing he wanted to do was fight or run from an enemy patrol or Twolegs.
Scenting the air occasionally, Frogheart tried to remain optimistic. Despite the warmth, it seemed the other residents of the pocasin were still enjoying the safety of their homes. She wanted to stomp her paws in frustration, but she resisted the impulse. Hop wasn't giving up yet.
Suddenly, a faint rustling caught her attention from some nearby shrubbery. Waving his tail to alert the other patrol members, Frogheart lowered himself to the ground. Hop could just make out the shape of a possum's tail dragging along the damp earth beneath the brush. It was unusual to see possums that time of year, but she supposed to warm weather had tricked the poor creature out of hiding for the day. Her belly growled loudly. Frogheart glanced over his shoulder, trying to read the expressions of her peers. She'd never eaten possum before, never even considered it a possibility, but... they were living in desperate times.
"Okay, here's what we do. We need to flush it out from under there - hopefully it doesn't have a den hidden in there somewhere." He paused. Did possums live underground? It didn't matter. "So one or two of you can focus on that, while the rest of us get in position to take it down. It won't be easy, but if we concentrate our efforts, it should work." Hop glanced from face to face to ensure understanding before nodding and ducking away, leading the ambushers around, away from the Thunderpath. Once they were safely hidden away, he waved his tail to the cat who volunteered to scare the possum out of hiding. All she could do then was hold her breath and hope for the best.
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ooc — new month new desperate attempt at hunting! we're gonna try something new this time.
for the SCARER: you must roll an 8-10 on a d10 to effectively frighten the possum out into the open! you may then join in with the AMBUSHERS once at least two people have posted. (if the first scarer fails, the next poster can attempt until its out!)
for AMBUSHERS: you must roll a 8-10 to get your claws on this critter! a roll of 8 will allow you to impede the possum's flight, keeping it in range of getting caught. 9 or 10 will do one damage. if 3 people in a row roll lower than 8, we lost our chance, and the possum has fled! :(
POSSUM has 5 health to being with. let's go get us some good eatin! :3 -
frogheart // he/she/hop (any gendered terms!)
✤ black rosette tabby with low white and green eyes
✤ warrior of shadowclan
✤ 43 moons; ages on the 12th of every month
✤ "speech", thoughts, attempted action, "other character's speech"
✤ peaceful/healing powerplay is allowed
