Open Event Territory now we'll eat soup and apple pies ✦ october hunting patrol

[Timberfrost]

{$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.

It's true, I want to be with you tonight

But I'm a little too late

• "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
  #9A775A

 

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart

Snowdropheart followed Timberfrost towards the pond, the wet soil glaringly obvious on her icy fur. She was used to her paws staining dark, taking great care in cleaning it afterwards, but the mud around the ponds was worse than usual - her front leg was fully blackened by the time they reached the shore, having sunk deep into the soggy earth. This was going to take a long time to clean.

It's for a good cause, though, she thought to herself. This patrol's primary goal was hunting for the nursery, the caretakers who needed to produce milk and the little ones that already had stomachs accustomed to solid foods. A noble mission in her eyes, for the caretakers and kittens were the most important part of a clan - the upbringers and the future. They would get nowhere without the nursery.

As Timberfrost left to hunt some fish, Snowdropheart turned towards the shore - it was almost too cold for the slimy creatures to be out, but not quite - with a little luck, she might be able to catch something. She stalked along the shore of the pond, hoping. But the little frogs that still remained around the ponds all jumped into the water before she even had a chance to pounce, having either noticed her or perhaps sensing her with some unknown frog instinct.

Snowdropheart sighed - she was hoping to be able to bring something back to Wisteriastrike, having six little ones must have been exhausting. She would gladly trade places with her, but she knew it would be no easy task, especially in this season, when prey was so scarce. That's why I'm waiting for Newleaf, she told herself.

Hunting frogs along the shoreline proved to be useless at this point and so she turned around, tail twitching in frustration, heading elsewhere. Hopefully other spots will be less tricky and she will find some prey to bring back.

OOC: Rolled an 8 :(​

OOC: n/a