{$title} Timberfrost leads a hunting patrol deep into the pocosin, near the ponds
—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦
It is true, the tom was far more familiar with hunger than most. It was something he was forced to come acquainted with, something he had to greet as an old friend. It had gnawed at his stomach ever since he was a kit, since he set out on his own on bumbling, foolish paws, and the days he spent alone with Stoat... and now it found him here, surrounded by mouths just as hungry as he was. To be quite honest, he was surprised Wolfpack had allowed his request—the tom had grown used to hunting alone, with a sparse chime in from a fellow clanmate, but these days... these days the nursery grew full, and expectant eyes pushed him deeper into the territory, pushed him into longer days, even as weary bones cried in return. Not to mention his own strange sort of gnawing deep within, a dull buzz behind his eyes, and an ever-incessant drip from his nose that he couldn't seem to shake...
With bleary, faded-gold eyes, the tom turned and regarded the group he had mustered up. The ponds were muddy, silty, and dangerous to cats with a heavy step, but for this reason Timber hoped that they'd find some prey. Or at least, they'd all have some more experience with the awful black muck around their paws, and they'd be able to appreciate a far more sturdy ground back in camp.
Timberfrost tried for a weak smile, straightening a back worn by a long day. "...Now, I know it's not a preferred hunting spot..." He started apologetically, cringing at his own uneasy words. "...But it's what he have to work with today—Split up as best you can, but be careful with your step. The terrain is...." With a wet pop, the tom pulled a pale paw out of the muck, having already begun to drag him in. "Not the easiest to traverse at the best of times."
With this, and a few more muttered words of encouragement, Timberfrost slipped away between the underbrush. He was headed to the ponds—while it was rather unorthodox, perhaps a quick wade in the shallows might not be looked at with too much disdain. He had always liked fish, but he did have to admit this environment was far different than what he had grown used to.
- "Keep in mind that we rolled a 1/10 for this month, so prey will be EXTREMELY scarce and difficult to find. Optional, if you choose to roll a 1d10 to try and catch something, you'd have to roll a 10 to succeed in making a kill. Anything less would be a fail :(" - October Patrol Assignments
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Timberfrost
✦—Shadowclan Caregiver | 30 Moons
✦—He/Him
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
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