Private Territory ShadowClan I guess I got bad company 彡 bluegale

[GRAVEL GRAVEL]

Take you to the grave, I'll ghost

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The sky was iron-grey, the pocosin heavy with the promise of another humid day. Damp clung to her fur, mud steady beneath her paws as she worked the land for something worth adding to their pile.

Nearby, a pool of muddy water rippled with the occasional disturbance of water striders and insects buzzing over its surface. A rustle snapped her ears forward, honing in on the faintest movement—a batter of feathers, a soft scrape.

Gravel dropped low, shoulders bunching beneath her pelt, belly fur slicking with grime as she pressed into the ground. She crept forward, holding her breath between spurts of movement, her good eye sharp as it tracked the flicker of feathers among the reeds.

She waited, unhurried, watching as a plump brown bird teased her senses, hopping along the water's edge. Her heavy paws shifted, patient—one step, then another.

Then she lunged, a sharp burst that sent water splashing up her hocks. Her claws clipped feathers, pinning them before they could flutter to freedom. She scooped the creature into her waiting jaws, swiftly ending its misery.

Gravel lifted the warm body by the wing, panting, breath rattling quietly in her throat as she paused to catch her breath.

@bluegale

(14) Average Success
(8) Intense (exceptionally fresh and well-fed prey)
(3) Bird
(27) Lark

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I know I can be so cold

 

[bluegale bluegale]

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The weather is dreadful today. Bluegale tries not to think about the way the mud clings to his pelt and his paws, nor the way his coat feels slick and wet from the humid air that wraps itself around him. An unwelcome blanket of moisture and warmth. His hunting has been unfruitful, but there is no one here to bear witness. At least not until he hears the unmistakable sound of splashing and scraping, the noise that comes with a hunt. And sure enough, when he emerges from the underbrush he spots Gravel with a particularly plump bird in tow.

Bluegale does not know much about Gravel other than her name. She'd been on patrols in the past- particularly with him and his siblings, where they tend to dominate the conversation- but he had never found himself having much one on one time with her. Though he doesn't typically devote much alone time to anyone other than Halfshade and Hollowmist. Bluegale has never been particularly empathetic, his boisterous social interactions being mostly limited to hogging the spotlight or bragging. An excellent opportunity to make a good impression with a stranger.

"Well," the blue tomcat breaks the silence between them "That's a pretty good catch, huh?" Bluegale parts his jaws to scent if there is another piece of prey nearby. He mostly only smells the swamp. The awful weather makes it particularly difficult to pick up much else. He is not a poor hunter, but he has also never had much reason to overexert himself to bring home a bounty for his family or his clan. It might be a bad look to come back emptyhanded after shirking the morning patrols. And so... he has an idea. "I just got started hunting if you'd like to join me," it's a lie, but he extends the offer anyway. Bluegale knows he has enough stamina to keep this act up. Besides, he'd like to learn a thing or two about his newest clanmate.

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  BLUEGALE — HE/HIM ･ 40 MOONS ･ SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  solid blue DSH with minimal white spotting. loudmouthed and opinionated. often found getting himself into trouble one way or another.