Open Event SC LET THE CHORUS CONSOLE ME [thief patrol]

[ECHOSTEP]

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Trappers have already been this way, although they were caught and forced to flee before gaining much information about the territory beyond the border. Still, they had done enough to give Echostep a starting point, a place to begin their search of the forest. With their fellow thieves fanning out behind them, the blue-pointed feline slinks over pine needles and damp earth, allowing their long tail to signal those following after. Luck shines upon them tonight, certainly—the cold wind blows in from the direction of SkyClan, sweeping the thieves' scents back toward their own border and hopefully away from any patrol that may happen upon them. The dark night lends itself to their goals as well, giving the thief confidence that they will succeed in their goal of stealing at least a few bits of prey. It they are caught, there is sure to be hell to pay, so there is a simple solution: they must not get caught. "Keep silent, and keep downwind," they murmur to the rest of the patrol, a final reminder before they each split off in their own directions.

The patrol is less likely to be detected if they move as individuals, but it will mean that anyone who is discovered will be on their own unless one of their patrolmates gives up their own hiding spot to come to their aid. Echostep, of course, would never risk their own pelt for another, and tunes out the rest of the patrol for the time being. Their clanmates are not kits in need of babysitting, but warriors fully capable of hunting on their own. And so long as the lynx point is not caught herself, they will continue to hunt on their own and handle the consequences of mistakes as they come.

OOC This is open to ShadowClan thieves (and their apprentices) only, until someone fails the stealth check. As soon as someone fails, it will be open to SkyClanners!
Some folks who asked to be pinged: @Nettlefrost @Grayflight @Jadethorn @FLEAFIRE

FOR SHADOWCLAN: Roll a d20 and remain undiscovered if you roll a 5 or higher!

Echostep rolled a 14. In the case that someone else fails the stealth check, Echostep will remain hidden.

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ECHOSTEP

THEY/SHE, SHADOWCLAN THIEF
✧ sleek-furred blue lynx point with a long tail & green eyes
✧ quiet and cunning, values authority over empathy
✧ npc x npc ; no known kin
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed ; hates being touched
✧ played by foxlore

 

[Nettlefrost]

Nettlefrost
He/Him
23 Moons
ShadowClan Warrior & Thief

PENNED BY Sheogorath

Pain gnawed at his belly, but the thief pressed on. This was territory he did not know, and so each step was measured. Slow. Cautious. He saw nothing but the darkness, for his clouded eyes revealed only the shadow of the bitter night. Nettlefrost relied on his whiskers, his ears, and his nose. Still, he found himself bumping his nose against more than one tree. He had spent moons learning every inch of ShadowClan's territory. But this? He's lost. Disoriented. He doesn't even know which way is home anymore. Perhaps the wind would carry him there, once he was done hunting. The words of Echostep fill his ears, and the warrior nods once in concentration. He can hear them moving off, deeper into the territory in search of food. Nettlefrost does the same.

As the blind tom moves through, he notes that this new land smells of evergreens. Despite his lack of familiarity with the territory, the soft pine needles underfoot keep his steps silent. His cautious movements prevent any real accidents, but Nettlefrost can't focus on keeping himself safe and silent while trying to hunt at the same time. He smells squirrel, but it's long gone by the time he creeps toward it.

The thief hopes his clan-mates will have better luck.

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OOC: rolled an 11.

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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Fleafire didn't expect to find herself back in SkyClan territory so soon. A moon has passed already, but she could practically still taste the blood on her tongue from last time. Every step under the trees is tense. She remembers the Skyclanners' weighted body sundering her from above. That pain lingers behind her ribs, though dulled now. That incident is not a piece of information she decides to share with her clanmates. Better that way to keep her ass covered.

So far, her clanmates remained hidden, but there weren't any scraps of luck to toss to her tonight. Fleafire had been the brunt of bad luck all her life, and tonight was no different.

The thief was scenting the air when something hard clocks her upside the head. For a moment, she forgets about trying to stay hidden, and a short bark of surprise erupts from her throat. Her claws fly from their sheaths, ready to tear her attacker apart. "AUGH-what the fuck?!" A dull pain throbs against the soft spot on her skull, faint spots flickering behind her eyes. She bounces back quickly, shooting accusatory looks in every direction.

// Rolled a 4. She's so cooked.

Blood spill to gold, that's the cards they have shown

FLEAFIRE

16 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Live for today like tomorrow won't take me home

 

[silentpaw]

⏾ Silentpaw follows the patrol dutifully, doing her best to stay hidden. Her body, which had recently undergone yet another growth spurt, makes this hard. Her limbs are too long, paws too large. Still, she manages, keeping half an eye on her mentor as she goes. She tries to copy Fleafire's movements at first, but it's hard, mostly due to their already apparent size difference. Her eyes flick to other clan mates instead, looking for another example to follow.

The territory changes around them, giving way to tall pine trees. They've spread out, and Silentpaw abandons her mentor, eager to prove her own worth. And she did not have very much faith in Fleafire's stealthy abilities, even if she was a thief. How could someone who talked so much and so loudly be stealthy…?

She's just caught the scent of something– something warm, but unfamiliar. Prey, she's almost sure it's prey, though something that doesn't live in the pocosin. She dips under a low branch, spotting a small furry thing in the distance, brown and plump. And then, just as she's preparing for her very first attempt at a hunter's leap, a bark, and the unmistakable voice of her mentor.

Fleafire had failed, then. And she had scared off whatever had been nibbling at a now abandoned pinecone in the process. Silentpaw's upper lip curls, but that is all the emotion she shows before she turns away from the sound of the struggle, trying to pick back up the scent of the prey. Her mentor would either die or win, though the outcome was of little concern to her.

⏾ SILENTKIT. 5 moons
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - rolled a 12!

 

[Grayflight]

GRAYFLIGHT
HE/HIM
61 MOONS
SHADOWCLAN THIEF
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

If Grayflight were being honest with himself, he was getting a bit tired of hunting. There was nothing to be done about it, of course, unless he wanted to starve or leave, and neither option was terribly appealing. But still - it felt like every day in ShadowClan was becoming a struggle to survive. Thieves were glorified hunters at this point, and all his thoughts of finding other useful things for the Clan had fallen to the wayside.

Hunt, steal prey, search through garbage, repeat. And if they weren't getting attacked by dogs or rats, they were lucky to even find a bite to eat.

He'd been trying his best to make sure the nursery was fed, that Magpiepaw wasn't going hungry either... so Grayflight had been reducing his own takings from the fresh-kill for the past couple moons.

He was so damn hungry.

When he scented the squirrel, he didn't even think - the tom ran forward and pounced, feeling the prey under his paws struggle. Quickly, he killed the creature, and without another thought, tore into it for a few bites. For once, he could serve himself first.

And then he heard Fleafire swearing, and his attention was turned from the prey to the trees- prey in his jaws, the tom looked for a place to hide in case the other Clan showed up.

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OOC: Rolled a 6 to hide!