Open Event SC Kittypet living under your gilded sun // hunger games thieves patrol

[SABLESTAR]

SABLESTAR
he/him
sixty-two moons
shadowclan leader

PENNED BY gonkpilled

The winding turns of twolegplace were unfamiliar to Sablestar's mind. He had only known this place by name and vague scent, stories of former inhabitants and passerby's, but now with it in vision and being able to take in every detail through every possible sense had him overwhelmed. Kittypet scent lurks around some of the gardens, but Sablestar concerned himself more with the heavy stench of dog. Some of them made him jump by bursting in vicious snarls and barks as they passed the fence line. "Hard to believe they can't break these down." The tom grimaced as one threw it's body against the barrier and hurried his pace.

Wolfpack had said to look out for a yellow twoleg nest that scented of rabbit. 'You can't miss it', he said, but after enough winding turns (and possibly going in a circle at least once), Sablestar was convinced he had. Until, that is, when another aimless turn took him somewhere their scent hadn't been left before. Along the rows on either side of the thunderpath laid a singular yellow nest, and Sablestar motioned for the patrol to gather quickly as he found a new emergence of energy in his step. He padded toward the fence, tall but not impossible to climb with a bit of effort. This garden was rather dense with greens they hadn't seen from the others. Stubby trees and bushes, outlines of colorful flowers in shredded woodchips. At it's center rest an isolated structure, and he could already tell what was hidden inside. The scent of rabbit was practically intoxicating.

"Hurry, we don't have much time." This was a high risk task. They were throwing themselves in the possibility of being captured, killed, or returning hungry. Sablestar refused to be anything other than successful. He leapt down from the fence and darted over to the hutch, circling it one, two times before finding the latch for the gate. It was a simple mechanic, lifting it with his nose to have the gate slowly creak open. Inside was dark, but before he could even poke his muzzle inside he heard noise from the twoleg nest.

"Take what you can! We're not going home without at least one." He growled, lashing his bristling tail as he faced the sight of the twoleg swinging open the door to it's nest, it's incoherent shouting followed up by it's loyal hound.

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OOC: this prompt will be completed within THREE turns! each turn will last two days, and then the @ShadowClan account will post the twoleg and its dog getting closer to the patrol. after the 3rd turn if your character has not escaped, they will be FORCED to flee and cannot keep any rabbit they caught
in order to succeed taking a rabbit, you have to roll a 9 or greater on a d10

You'll be making the thread for the Thieves in twolegplace. Here's your prompt, go nuts!!! The Trappers have been through this spot already and done their best in clearing off any potential threats-- but safety can never be assured! Wolfpacks trail leads your patrol to a twolegs yard. Inside, you see the rabbit hutch he's clearly meant for you to raid. But can you get to the rabbits before alerting the twolegs within? As soon as you open the cage door, the chase will be on to make a kill and bail before your caught and the family dog is turned loose!

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

Having since taken the title of thief, one that felt rather ironic, Stoatstream decided to take at least some pride in the role. One where she could provide for her clan, that's all that mattered.

That was why she took an interest in the peculiar hunt Wolfpack and the trappers had set out for them all. They had ventured into the Twolegplace, and that weird scent clung in the air that she couldn't quite pinpoint. She watched as the other cats flitched at something, perhaps this place was loud, there was the scent of dog in the air... Were those loud? She didn't envy whatever the sensation of "loud" was; it never seemed to be anything good.

It felt as if they were walking aimlessly. Stoatstream would have breathed to question Sablestar's sense of direction, but that felt like a recipe for picking ticks off of pawpaw for the next moon. Though, thankgully, they paused before a bright yellow nest. Garish, frankly, no camouflage at all. Stoatstream sneered at the colour, but they were there for what was within the garden.

Sablestar was the first to enter, approaching the weird little building in the centre of the garden, she tilted her head curiously about it. But, then again, she could smell something tasty within. It wasn't quite the same, but something hare-like was within there, the last she tasted that was the hunt with Windclan. The young warrior's mouth watered, her eyes glittering as Sablestar was quick to warn them all to be quick and careful.

She followed her old mentor, eyes narrowing as she saw rabbits within the hutch; rabbits. Stoatstream had never caught such a creature, but there was only so far the things could run, right? As the tom opened the thing, the molly prepared to catch a rabbit. But as the first one darted out of the nest, Stoatstream snapped at the thing, but it was far faster than she expected and managed to run out of her reach. "Awh, foxdung-" She muttered, swallowing hard, she couldn't let herself get frustrated at one misstep, after all.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC - Rolled a 4,,,,

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 13 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw and Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on Discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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tw - injuring of animals

Tension rippled along her pelt in waves. If so much didn't ride on this hunt, she might've been excited to go, but there was nothing 'exciting' about starving. The last few days were going to look like a joke if they didn't start bringing in prey.

She'd been to the two-leg place before, but not where they were headed. The direction was unfamiliar, and she could offer no better guidance than what Sablestar already gave. For a while, it felt like they were chasing ghosts through the maze of nests and fences.

After what felt like an eternity, they arrived. The den practically jumped out at them with its disgustingly yellow walls. Fleafire scurried after the rest of the patrol, claws scraping wood as she hauled herself up and over the fence. One by one, bodies dropped to the other side. She slipped down headfirst, landing in a patch of strange greenery that softened her fall.

There was a level of urgency to the hunt she wasn't used to, and for good reason. From inside the nest came a muffled sound that made her stomach curl.

At Sablestar's command, she slips inside the cage. The quiet broke into chaos within seconds. Stoatstream riles them and sends rabbits scurrying and bashing into the wire mesh in their panic. One darts past her, and she lunges, claws hooking into soft fur. The rabbit's cries are shrill, brown and white tufts flying as she dragged it toward her body, the scent making her sides clench with hunger. Drool beaded at the corner of her mouth.

For a second, she's sure that she has it, but it thrashes, breaking free of her grip. Fleafire lunges to try and recover it, but not before it slips through the gap. A frustrated sound grates against her teeth, but the loss can't distract her. She whirls back into the hutch, hoping to try again before it's too late. Hell if she was going back to camp with fuck all to show for it.

// Rolled a 8

And I'll burn the wick at both ends

FLEAFIRE

14 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.

I always knew life wasn't fair.

 

[viperhowl]

Viperhowl had a determination to do better. He may have been made a warrior late, but he was good at this stuff, and nothing could tell him otherwise. The black and red male was starting to get quite annoyed when they seemed to pass by the same block of houses again, a sigh stifled by gritted teeth covered with his mouth. Sure, he'd say something if it was someone else, but he didn't want his ears to be taken off his head.

His body seemed to 'accidentally' bump into Fleafires in good humour before padding steps ahead of her as if taunting her. He wasn't a very patient cat, and his belly rumbled aggressively- but they had a chance now, and he would take it. Anything just to get some food in his jaws.

Golden eyes flickered over just in time as they suddenly detoured, bodies jumping up over the gates towards the yellow house with the scent of rabbits that suddenly filled his nose. The bi-coloured tom followed, limbs shaking as he heaved himself over and landed on the other side. Rabbits wer flying every which way, jumping and leaping, and Sablestar demanded to let the hunt essentially begin.

His form darted forward, claws moving to swipe at a rabbit, when suddenly it zigzagged and darted away from him. Viperhowl was sent sliding and skidding onto his side from the sudden spin, snarl spitting from his jaws as the rabbit got away.

//Rolled a 3!
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[SABLESTAR]

SABLESTAR
he/him
sixty-two moons
shadowclan leader

PENNED BY gonkpilled

There were few other windows to try while there was still time, and Sablestar turned away from the twoleg to get his claws in. The last time he had faced a rabbit for prey had been many, many, many moons ago. Before anyone in this patrol was born, before he and Gray had made their way to the Colony. The reflexes for catching strong-legged prey had long since left his muscles into unfamiliarity, putting him on equal footing with anyone else here.

Stoatstream failed to catch one, Fleafire held promise for just a moment before it ripped itself away, and Viperhowl lost his own in the crowd of rushing fur. Sablestar stilled to try and find something in the all the motion, finding room while not throwing himself into the center of the hutch. There was a slim moment, risky, but he lunged forward to take it. His jaws parted to prepare sinking his teeth in quickly, but he only managed to catch loose fur between his claws instead of the fat of its hindquarters.

"Ugh. We have to keep trying!" He mewed in attempt to rally the others.

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OOC: rolled a 6

 

[FLEAFIRE]

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tw - injuring of animals

Too much was happening. Rabbits were everywhere. Sablestar's encouragement only a temporary salve to her building frustration. How were so many rabbits able to evade not only her but the rest of the patrol?

She watches two more slip through the gate, so instead of throwing herself back into the fray, she crouches against the wall by the door. It felt counterproductive, sitting on her paws while the rest of the patrol were working their asses off trying to get a catch. She rolled her shoulders, claws flexing into the dirt to seep off the restlessness crackling through her limbs.

A quick glance back at the twoleg nest only rattles her more. Static crawls under her skin, screaming at her to move. The longer the hunt dragged, the higher the stakes climbed. They didn't have all night.

Whether its stupidity or stubbornness, she manages to stay put... and she's glad that she does because her patience pays off.

Inside the scrabbling grows louder. One rabbit flees another clanmate's claws only to end up entangled in hers when it tries to escape through the cracked gate. Fleafire pounced, claws snagging into its plush hide. It shrieks and begins battering her with its hind legs. She holds on, twisting with it, folding herself around its thrashing body to hinder its escape. Her jaws fumble along its throat to deliver a sloppy bite, the rabbit scoring her flesh in retaliation.

Fleafire doesn't wait long. Once its struggling becomes manageable and she has a solid grip on its throat, the thief breaks for the nearest fence.

// Rolled a 9! She's a little scratched up now, but we're eating rabbit stew tonight boys.

And I'll burn the wick at both ends

FLEAFIRE

14 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.

I always knew life wasn't fair.

 

[Jadethorn]

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

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It had been a long time since she had been anywhere near the criss crossing thunderpaths of the twolegplace. It was before her time in the colony, when she had journied along with her blood. Before she had settled into clan life. Before she had tiny mouths to feed of her own. It was the only reason why she had come out with the patrol of thieves. In any normal circumstances, she would have stayed behind, opting to teach a thing or two to her brood. But these circumstances weren't normal. The fresh kill pile barely had anything in it and, with how particular she was when feeding her kits, Jadethorn refused to have them slurping down clams and slugs. So when the opportunity arose to hunt some rabbits, the night guard had given her kits a goodbye and a promise that they would be tasting the juicy meat of the long legged prey soon.

That is, if they could catch some... By the time the hunt was on, the chaos of fleeing prey and swiping claws created a cacophony of sounds and movement that Jadethorn struggled to get a hand of. Her green gaze danced from clanmate to rabbit to the hutch where they squealed and bounced along the walls. Opting to stand atop the tall fence, the queen tracked one of the bunnies that had escaped, watching it scurry away from Viperhowl's claws and towards the safety of the greenery below her. A smirk came to her maw then, claws unsheathing and digging into the wood beam as she slowly scaled the fence downward. She watched the ears turn, it's nose twitching in an attempt to scent out the sudden dangers. A pause.... An internal countdown before she lunged downward, hoping to catch the lagomorph offguard.

Unsheathed paws slammed directly against soft leaves and soil, a flurry of dirt being kicked against her face as the little thing broke away from where it had been hiding. A hiss escaped her as, from where the rabbit had been looking, came a small feline form scurrying past her and up the fence she had just been on. Frustration grew in her chest and she nearly snapped at the clanmate to watch where they were running, yet that complaint died in her throat when she just barely caught the sight of the unmoving prize in their jaws. Actually, her jaws, as Jadethorn realized it was her former apprentice who had succeeded in taking one down during the chaos. The original anger she felt towards the interuption fizzled instantly and she nodded, turning herself back to the task at hand.

They had one already... But it wasn't going to be enough. The rosette night guard stalked along the soft soil of the twoleg garden. There were already enough of the patrol in the hutch, and the more they scared out into the open, the better their chances would be. One ear was swiveled towards the entrance of the twoleg den, while the other listened for orders and communication from her clanmates. Slowly, she moved closer to the hutch without losing her cover, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. They would not leave with only one. Not while her kits depended on it.
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

• ooc
  —— Rolled a 5 *sigh*
  
• 
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  here

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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Night Guard of Shadowclan
  ❖ 38 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[viperhowl]

No. Way. As he pulled himself back onto his feet, shoulder a bit sore- the bi-coloured tom caught in the corner of his golden gaze a little runts form sinking teeth into a rabbit just outside the hutch. Almost flawlessly. Not that he would tell her that of course, rolling his eyes as he let out a huff of a breath. At least she'd be eating.

Viper tore his attention from her, watching through the chaos as he slowly stalked. Shoulders rolled behind him, gently sliding his paws over grass, before dashing. The rabbit tore over the grass and ended up cornering itself, as as he neared a smirk rose on his face. The thing began to shiver, pelt tingling and nose twitching as it's black beady eye looked into his.

And in another moment, it turned onto its front paws and kicked out into his face. Viperhowl let out a growl, paws slamming to hold his nose the thing kicked- letting the damned thing out of the corner and to run off. "Damnit!" He hissed, turning on his heel and trying to shake the pain.

Rolled a 5//
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[Grayflight]

┍

Grayflight followed his fellow thieves through Twolegplace, winding amongst fences and flowers. The myriad scents of Twolegplace weren't the most pleasant, but there lay an undercurrent of prey to be found amongst the Twoleg nests. If this den of rabbits really existed, it surely could help out their Clan. He couldn't deny their need, and it's not like the Twolegs need all the rabbits, if there truly were as many as Sablestar said.

As their leader opened the entry to the rabbit den, he paused atop the fence, seeing the Twoleg and their dog ready to strike back.

He thought about running. But his stomach growled and he knew this was no time for cowardice.

Down he lept into the chaos, whirling about to seek a tender piece of prey.

There! Ducking under one of the bushes was a small thing, its little heart no doubt racing as it fled, and he lept towards the bush, claws snagging on its fluffy tail as it just escaped him.

Dammit! He'd have to try and find another one.

‎┙

OOC

Rolled a 7

BIO

ShadowClan Thief
59 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[ShadowClan]

Footsteps both human and hound stumble down the stairs in fervent panic. In it's rushing hurry the twoleg unfortunately took a tumble, head rolling over heels but the hound showed more grace. It's paws thunder against the earth, so heavy the ShadowClanners can practically feel it's pace like a pulse in the earth growing stronger.

END ... ROUND ONE

The dog suddenly scrambled to a stop and yelped, swinging it's head toward it's master and shaking it's head. An invisible fence! Looks like the Clan cats have another chance to wait for this twoleg to remove the dog's collar, if it's worth the risk.

BEGIN ... ROUND 2

 

[Grayflight]

┍

The dog's yelps grated on Grayflight's nerves, sending his brain into a bit of panic.

He fucking hates dogs.

But he can't let their Clan down, can't let Sablestar use this as an opportunity to claim he's disloyal or wavering in his duty. He will fight through the fear.

But he still can't shake the yelp of the dog, the thunder of its paws inside the nest. He tries to focus on the fleeing rabbits, his Clanmates, anything except the approach of slobbering fangs.

A dart of brown fur flies past, and far too late, Grayflight reacts, trying to catch the rabbit that is gone before he even moves.

‎┙

OOC

Poor guy rolled a 3

BIO

ShadowClan Thief
59 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[Jadethorn]

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

​

Ears snapped backwards at the sound of the canine bursting through the twoleg door, incoherent shouts and stumbling footfalls echoing through the air. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the den entrance, pupils blown wide as the drooling beast pulled ahead of it's master in order to defend it's territory. The twoleg seemed to have lost their footing on the way out, almost like she had seen a few warriors slip down the slope into camp. The twoleg, however, wasn't nearly as graceful as her clanmates, rolling head over paws before crumpling at the end of the stairwell. That meant all they had to deal with was the beast...that was heading straight for them in record time...

The thundering of it's pawsteps, the deep growl undercutting every bark. Jadethorn could feel it all in her chest, accompanying the pounding of her heart that seemed to beat more fervently with each step closer it took. The bellowing layered as it reached her ears, a phantom noise crawling up from her memories as it screeched above the incessant barks of the predator. A cry she'd thought she had buried deep down. Breath caught in her throat and muscles pulled so taunt that they hurt, the night guard was temporarily frozen in the midst of chaos, ears and eyes closed off in hopes of drowning out the sound. In hope that they would not spot her.

It was only when the beast let out a high pitched yelp that her breath came back to her. The whine that followed had her gaze looking towards the canine, watching as it shook it's giant crown and looked towards it's master for help. A few more heaving breathes and a shake of her own, Jadethorn refocused once again. Phantom memories would not be stopping her this day. The mutt didn't have a full pack to help it, and the twoleg was even more clumsy from their recent fall. This was not like back then, when she was small and powerless. She was grown now and this was their chance to secure another catch.

When a rabbit flashed by her, bolting in the opposite direction of the noisy canine, Jadethorn rushed forward. She would make sure her kits ate tonight... Yet, her paws were too shaky, her mind still coming back to speed of the chaos that was still unfolding. Unsheathed claws barely missed the soft fur this time around, and the night guard took a small tumble from the attempted pounce. Knocking into one of the legs of the hutch, the queen groaned as her side pulsed with pain. A quick glance noted no blood staining through her fur, which caused the thief to rise to her paws once more. Judging by the pain with her movements, it would definitely bruise, but she wasn't out of this yet.
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

• ooc
  ——Rolled a 2 *cry*
  Just got a bruise on her ribs
  
• 
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  here

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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Night Guard of Shadowclan
  ❖ 38 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[FLEAFIRE]

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Hauling the rabbit up the fence turned out to be its own problem. The thing weighed nearly half of what she did, and every muscle in her body screamed as she dragged it up the vertical planks. Somehow, she managed it—legs quivering and claws scrabbling for grip until she finally heaved herself and the twitching cottontail over the top. She stashed her catch in the weeds, took a breath and then spun back to jump the fence, paws hitting the ground hard with a thud on the other side.

A shadow broke from the twoleg nest—the twolegs nasty slobbering hound. Fleafire's spine prickled, her heart seizing mid-beat as the beast thundered toward her. Then for whatever reason, it stopped. The hound squealed and jerked its head back towards its master, and Fleafire didn't bother to ask why.

The cinnamon warrior slams into the mesh, wild eyes flicking to her clanmates. Still no other catches? She hissed through her teeth before forcing herself to focus again. Sitting by the door worked once. She'd make it work twice.

There were so many sounds all around her—barking, claws on wire, rabbits scurrying from one corner to the next. The pounding of adrenaline in her blood barely helps drown some of it out. From the corner of her eye, she caught movement—Jadethorn leaning against one wall of the hutch. Fleafire opened her mouth to ask if the night guard was okay, but stopped. No, stupid idea. Trying to get the queen's attention now would only piss her off. Jadethorn would appreciate a rabbit to feed the kits more than her fussing.

She refocused on the gate, watching the dog from the corner of her eye. Yeah, now was no time to get distracted.

A flash of white shot past the opening. Fleafire darted for it a second too late, claws catching blades of grass where the rabbit's tail had been a beat before. It vanished off somewhere in the yard. Another lost meal. "Gah!" She grits her teeth, shoulders popping as she resets her stance.

// Rolled a 4!

And I'll burn the wick at both ends

FLEAFIRE

14 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.

I always knew life wasn't fair.