PAFP Territory I'm still fixing the cracks || SQUIRREL ATTACK

[flowercloud]

{$title} While Flowercloud and Victoryscorn are walking, squirrels begin throwing acorns at them. What the helly?????

"I think it's unique that you paint yourself in berry juice. I don't know how you ever get it clean, but then again, I don't think I've ever seen you without it." Flowercloud comments with a shrug as they walk through the forest. A cool breeze pasts through her fur and she can almost sigh in relief. Even if that meant leafbare was coming soon, and they would indeed struggle- it meant she finally didn't have to worry Swallowbreeze with overheating anymore. Or anyone else really. For now they just had to stock up, which shouldn't be a problem as long as the newcomers kept pulling their weight.

She didn't exactly mind them, though. She kinda missed seeing daylight warriors, and the openness and accepting nature Skyclan felt when they had them. Plus it meant more paws without the need to fill everyone's belly unless it was a blizzard, in which they were forced to stay. Flowercloud had always tried to convince them, rather then let them risk their lives just to get back home. "I also can't wait for more cooler weather like this. Us thick-furs work better i feel in this weather," she joked, flashing a lopsided grin towards Victoryscorn, before bumping her shoulder into his. "Though others start complaining here soon, especially the apprentices." She shook her head with a chuckle.

Suddenly a chittering broke through the soft background noises, Flowerclouds ears perking and head turning before- THWACK. An acorn smacked her right in the shoulder, fur proofing up and body tensing as her body turned, green gaze rapidly searching until she spotted a squirrel waving it's arms and chittering in noises she couldn't understand. It's mouth looked full, and the more she looked, the more squirrels she saw.

Acorns began to be thrown towards them, hitting her sides and head with such a force she didn't expect. "Quick! Find cover!" She called, barreling her large body into a bush, being pelted the entire way. Who would expect such good aim from a squirrel of all things??

@Victoryscorn - PLEASE wait for victory's response first!!!

flowercloud - 36 moons - skyclan deputy - mentoring none

 

[Victoryscorn Victoryscorn]

Victoryscorn, as ever, carried himself like a shadow apart from the softer hearts of SkyClan. A tom of meager words and rarer warmth, he brought to every patrol a hush that pressed down like fog upon stone. Whenever fate yoked him beside the tender-spirited, their chatter only steeped the air in greater unease. It was as though the art of kinship had been left rotting in the ashes of the old territories. Not that his coldness was cruel—he held his clanmates as kin, but in the distant way one recalls family seen only during sacred seasons.

So when Flowercloud remarked upon the senior warrior's curious fur, Victoryscorn offered her no more than a fleeting glance and a strained squint. What could he say? He could not recall when the habit had rooted itself, only that it had long since settled into his bones. At least it served a purpose—his odd pelt made him easy to spot should danger strike. "Reckon I'm just askin' the foxes t' find me, eh?" he rumbled, his poor attempt at jest shaken loose with a gravelly chuckle that rippled through his mane.

When the molly jostled her shoulder against his, he only lifted his head, bristled brow arched. "Maybe you got a point there… but them apprentices, they got softer paws than kittypets. Wouldn't shock me none if they started beggin' for tufts o' my coat t' line their nests—like a bunch o' greedy sparrows." His tail flicked, though no malice lay in his growl. In truth, his own nest was little better—a mess of grass, sticks, shed fur and feathers—but that hardly spared the younger cats from his scorn. Perhaps that was why he no longer bothered with apprentices.

The sudden crack of impact shattered his musings. Flowercloud gave a startled groan, and Victoryscorn spun, ears pricked, fur bristling high until his shoulders seemed a hedge of quills. His eyes narrowed on the culprit—a squirrel, tail flared, shrieking its alien tongue like a curse. He opened his jaws to speak—only for pain to cut him short as an acorn smacked square against his temple.

With a hiss, he staggered back, shaking his head. He lasted only a heartbeat longer against the barrage before retreating beneath the thicket's shelter, heavy paws skidding in the soil. Crashing down with all the subtlety of thunder, he rubbed at his eye, muttering curses, before turning to Flowercloud with a grimace sharp as stone.

"Well I'll be… since when'd the prey get it in their fool heads t' start fightin' back?"

___________________ YOU KNOW THIS MOMENT, ☆ DON'T YOU? ___________________

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• VICTORYSCORN he/him, skyclanner, one hundred one moons.
  ☆ an old chocolate lynx mink with blue tabby patches and a permanent scowl, fur usually stained by blueberry plants.
  ☆ mentoring no one.
  ☆ no current relationships or family ties.
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by egg ↛ eggmcbaconboy on discord, feel free to dm for plots!

 

[cygnetscratch]

Cygnetscratch would like to be anywhere but here - and yet, here is the only place she can be, lest she bear witness to dozens of acorns and the like raining down onto her pelt.

The molly hadn't been a part of her mother's patrol. It was a lonesome walk just to clear her head. She heard Flowercloud's musings from not far off and at first, curved her path away from the amber molly's. And then there was a thud, followed by another, followed by a hiss, or a groan, or a whine - something earned by stinging pain, that's for sure. Cygnetscratch wasn't sure if it was an ambush by another Clan (there'd be far more noise, wouldn't there?) Or... if her mother fainted again. While she's sure cats like Victoryscorn could handle her mother's heat related issues... the white furred molly follows her own whim and changes her course back towards Flowercloud.

No good deed goes unpunished, however, as it seems that as soon as she's in range, the squirrels of the trees barrage her with pawfulls of whatever they got. She yelps in surprise and then ducks her head, rushing into whatever brush her mother and Victoryscorn hide behind. She shakes out her pelt, an acorn cap falling unceremoniously to her paws. "They act as if we can't just - eat them, or something," she speaks stiffly, yet her words are more comedic than she wants them to be. She knows as soon as she peaks her head out, those squirrels will be throwing and hollering again. Is there any shot of catching even one when the whole band seems intent on caving the cats' skulls in with tree nuts?