Open Territory ShadowClan I'll Never be more than a wolf at your door for dinner // Hunting Patrol

[Snakefang]

{$title} Hunting Patrol

Snakefang twitched his tail nervously as he observed all the cats ready for the hunting patrol. It was his first time as a full-fledged warrior, and it was important for him to make a good impression.

"Alright, Websight? Tickfrost?" he called, as if he was a teacher noting down attendance. "Everyone is here, I see." He nodded, pleased.

"Remember to stick together, there is an uptick of predators around. Keep yourself and your clanmates safe!" he passed on the information, remembering Wolfpack's warning. "Now let's go, I can smell some squirrels around."

As Snakefang said that, he started tracking a squirrel. As he was about to pounce on it, the squirrel noticed him and scurried away. Snake tried to catch it anyway, missing the squirrel's tail for an inch or two.

"Damn it!" he muttered to himself. So close yet so far away. He hoped his clanmates were having better luck than him.

_____________IT’S BEEN KINDA COLD ☆ FEELING ALL ALONE _________________

• "speech"
  thoughts
  
  ☆ OOC: @Tickfrost @websight
  It's open for whoever wants to participate too!
  
  Rolled a 1d20, got a 4, failed but not embarrassed himself
  
  Art by Pheo!
  

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• SNAKEFANG he/him, shadowclanner, 13 moons.
  ☆ A lanky blue diluted tortie with green eyes. Stands of average, almost tall for his age, height.
  ☆ Mentoring no one
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = mediumpurple
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[cloudberrypaw]

[ rolled an 18!! ]

Cloudberrypaw much prefers it when they can hold to Wolfpack's side. He's a stable tom, often forgoing emotions entirely. Perhaps not an act of sanity, but one that preserves hers unknowingly. Attempting to join these patrols with plenty of different faces, old and young, with varying degrees of attachment between them... always stirs her for the worst. She takes it as an opportunity however to practice trying to block them out. Especially Snakefang, who made a fool of himself at the gathering (and was luckily overshadowed by a much bigger mess.)

He launches towards a squirrel just out of her vision, and due to his sharp tone, Cloudberrypaw assumes he hadn't caught it. The disappointment rattles through them, but they continue nonetheless. They traverse the wet underfoot quietly, their paws stepping lightly as they follow a particular scent. Before long, they can spy the bumpy back of a decently-sized toad. Their heart thrums with an audible thump to them, different levels of concern and frustration, indiscernible from whatever she is truly feeling in the moment. She discards it all and launches her spindly body towards the prey -

And though it's not clean, she catches it. Her weight holds it down for the most part while she delivers a swift killing blow. Pride makes its way into her chest next, but Cloudberrypaw furrows her brow, unable to tell if it is her own or her peers. She tries to not think too hard on it, instead slowly returning to the centermost point of the group to drop the toad.