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[SABLESTAR]

SABLESTAR
he/him
sixty-two moons
shadowclan leader

PENNED BY gonkpilled

A wordless sigh of relief exhales from Sablestar as he snapped his head toward the dog while it rushed forward. The rabbit fur beteeen his claws felt like tangled cotton, but he would bare his body and fight the beast if it meant his Clan could get away from it. Luckily, he did not have to- at least for now. Something compelled it to stay behind, and Sablestar took not a moment more to return his focus to the huddled and fleeing rabbits again.

Fleafire had caught one and his eyes lit up, her success glowing despite the lack of it between the rest of the patrol. Fleafire is hungry, she rips her claws through the air to catch another, but they are limited in time especially now. Viperhowl is the next to draw preyblood scent. Two of his younger warriors- how promising.

"Both of you go back! Run to camp." He urged with a heavy breath. The tuxedo even began to retreat himself but the rabbit chased across the yard had twisted and turned in panic, away from Grayflight, away from Fleafire, and right into his grasp. Sablestar pounced and sank his teeth into its neck quickly, cleanly, and immediately began to drag it towards the fence line again. Somewhere along the edge was a hole beneath, easier to go through that trying to haul it above. He paused, making sure the rest of his Clan was behind him.

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OOC: rolled a 10!

 

[Grayflight]

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Fleafire's acknowledgement helped focus this sudden surge of energy. He was not alone in this. He had his Clanmates beside him and stars be damned if he wasn't going to provide.

He focused. He took in the scents and filtered them down to rabbit, scared and fleeing.

There. This time, it was pure instinct. No thought, no panic, no overanalyzing.

Fangs sunk into rabbit flesh, jaws unused to death cracking the spine nimbly.

Grayflight would not be going home without a prize. And he watched as their leader made his way to the exit - he would follow.

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OOC

Rolled a 10!!!!

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

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Breath seizing and heavy, Jadethorn stayed crouched underneath the ramp of the hutch as she attempted to recover the air that had left her lungs so suddenly. Her back ached on top of it all, soreness in her spine from where she had taken the impact. These springing little bastards were getting on her nerves. This was supposed to be easy. Secluded in closed in yard of a twoleg den and she still couldn't catch the wiley cottontails that was their neighbors main prey. The molly would have to note what strategies they used to catch the things. Maybe she could ask if Wolfpack could scout out how they hunt.

Sound from above her make the night guard snap back to the task at hand, the telltale thump, thump of a rabbit bolting up the ramp she was recovering under. It was heading for safety but something must have happened. Maybe it was one of her clanmates scaring it back, of the door being shut, but the soft lagomorph launched sideways, dropping on the side that Jadethorn was facing. Pupils turn to slits and something snaps in the night guard as legs bolted her forward on instinct. She slammed into the fleeing prey, tumbling with it for a tail length before her teeth found purchase and she gave a quick jerk of her head. The catch went limp in her hold....

Her eyes went wide and a smirk cracked but the incoming barking of the hound reminded her of the immediate danger. Her legs moved with an energy that was not there before, adrenaline from her success pushing her towards the barrier and up the wooden fence. Whatever pain was in her muscles would be dealt with when the hormone wore off. She had caught a dinner for her and her kits, and that all that mattered to the queen.
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

• ooc
  —ROLLED A 10 YEAAAAA
  WE EATING GOOD TONIGHT
  
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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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At the tuxedos order she whirls back around. She doesn't need to be told twice. The dogs snarling echoed across the yard, prickling the fur along her spine. She shot a glare back toward the hutch—toward Jadethorn—before bolting for the fence.

She's the first to duck past Sablestar, scrabbling under the fence with ease. Her pulse hammered in her throat as she raced back to the cached rabbit. It waited where she hid it earlier, the limp shape tucked under a tangle of grass. She snatches it up and turns to head back to camp, but her limbs are leaded. Sablestar said to go back to camp, but what about them? Its scent makes her mouth water, drool pasting its fur flat. She should listen, but her paws are leaded. At the very least, she needs to see Stoatstream and Jadethorn come through that gap first.

// Fleafire is clear of the yard butttt waiting for @Jadethorn and @Stoatstream)

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.

 

[ShadowClan]

The twoleg comes to the hound's aid in clumsy haste, fumbling with it's collar. The moment the belt is loosened, it rears it's head back and makes a beeline for the cats at the rabbit hutch. The twoleg is not far behind.

END ... ROUND TWO

The rabbits scatter out of the hutch and across all corners of the yard. If there was any hope in catching one before, there is none now. Unless you truly think it's worth the risk... The dog gnashes it's teeth at the trails and tails of the Clan cats while the twoleg starts to make a move towards where they exit through the fence, the only exit that can fit a cat and it's prey.

BEGIN ... ROUND THREE

 

[Grayflight]

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With the rabbit firmly between his teeth, Grayflight wove between his fellow thieves, sleek fur vanishing under the fence in a flash. After a moment of tugging his fur free of a little snag in the wood, he was out. The savage barking of the dog was contained on the other side of the fence, and while he wanted to wait for his Clanmates to all escape before fleeing back to camp, this wasn't exactly the moment for that sort of display.

He had warm fresh-kill in his jaws and hungry mouths back at camp. Without waiting for confirmation that everyone'd made it out safe, he tore through the winding Twolegplace, following the scents they'd laid earlier when making their way here. He'd prefer not to stay here any longer.

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OOC

Grayflight has gone back to camp with 1 rabbit!

BIO

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

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

No matter how hard the young warrior tried, she couldn't pin down one measly rabbit. It seemed as if many of her clan had succeeded in catching prey, so she was glad they wouldn't stumble home empty-pawed. She just hoped Sablestar wouldn't grow irritated at her for failing; she would just have to make up for it with her evening hunt. She had already been staying out longer and longer each night, the whispers of sunrise on the horizon when she would retreat to camp.

She let out a shuddering sigh. Even with a last-ditch attempt to scoop up a rabbit in her maw, it scrambled away. Resigned, she hasilty turned to return to the exit, there was no point sticking around too long before-

Stoatstream's eyes widened as the gnashing thing was no longer held back, her pelt on end as the thing had been unleashed from its confinement and racing towards the group, snarling and snapping. Her blood ran cold, mouth growing dry as she found the words slipping from her maw. "It's out! The dog's loose!" Though her words faltered as the thing went from trying to snap at the nearest cat to rearing its head in her direction.

Now was no time to hesitate, even as for the briefest moment she found herself frozen in place. But she wasn't some pitiful apprentice anymore, and like fuck she would become the prey for some snarling beast.

With the dog trailing her, she darted around the hutch, hoping to whatever would listen that her clanmates would be okay. There was no chance she could turn around to see how far the thing was; she just had to pray she wasn't too slow. Not too close to the thing to be snatched up and ragged around.

Her stomach turned, seeing the twoleg approaching the gap in the fence, praying even more that it would spare them. She didn't expect them to, considering the blood on their paws of their rabbits. But it wasneeded; they were starving, they had family, kittens, to feed.

Racing heart did not cease in its panic as she made it to the gap in the fence, slipping through with gasping breaths, body wracked in heaving pants. She swallowed hard. The dog wasn't snapping through the gap; it had lost interest in her at some point in her mad dash.

Though she found some small relief in Greyflight and Fleafire's safety on the other side of the fence, she approached her sister with an exhausted smile. "Glad to see one of us caught something." She chuckled, sheepishly. Honestly, she was a little embarrassed about her failure in catching anything, but she could hunt elsewhere. Places with fewer dogs.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC - Stoats outta there !!

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.

 

[viperhowl]

He heard Sablestars commands, heard the gnashing teeth of the dog and the twoleg yelling- and he leaped to grip into the gate. The weight of the rabbit didn't make it easy, and as he scrambled to get claws in the wooden post, the dogs paws landed into the gate, shaking the whole thing. Viperhowl slipped, form collapsing over the dog and onto its back, falling with a groan as he gripped into the rabbit harder.

His mind spun, his paws moving before his eyes could catch up as he snarled through the fur and meat of the rabbit and began bolting through the hole after Stoatstream, missing it by a mere tail length and sliding straight into it. Thing after thing today wasn't it? The dog barking feet from him managed to be the only encouragement to go faster, move faster as he quickly rerouted to cram through the hole, fur on end as he stood panting on the other side.

Safe.

Barely. Viperhowls golden eyes glanced at others, before trekking forward as if nothing had happened and he hadn't almost lost the rabbit and became dog food. He'd deny it anyways.
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barely managed to escape, but free!//