Open Territory SO KNIVES OUT [ hunting patrol ] CATCH THE MOUSE

[Frostmoth]

A hunting patrol is simple. Simple enough that Frostmoth is kicking himself for assigning himself to an 'easy' task. While he had also assigned himself to the herb patrol with Jinglemoon, the river has easy access to RiverClan, and the trip is far less strenuous than any of the patrols to fourtrees or the borders. This self-criticism drives his steps. His patrol sets out in the early morning and he moves swiftly and with purpose. Not too fast so as to lose their accompanying apprentices, but enough to assure everyone knows that there is a purpose to his movement here.

They arrive at the edge of the river quickly, as is indicated by the sound of rushing water. The summer rains have ensured that RiverClan's prey source is filled to the brim, both literally and metaphorically. He says nothing to his patrol as he nears the edge, figuring that the apprentices will ask if they have any questions about technique. The morning sun sparkles over the surface from where the shafts of light dance through the canopies overhead. It isn't long before Frostmoth is darting into the water and resurfacing with a large bream. With this catch, he realizes he's beginning to feel a bit better about his assignment.

However, As Frostmoth places his bream on the riverbank, a shadow is cast from overhead. The deputy barely has a moment to cast his gaze upward before a pelican is upon him, snatching up the bream in its fat beak. He lets out a yowl, both upset and shocked by having prey stolen practically out of his paws. "Hey!" He cries "Put that down! Haven't you got enough fish in that stupid beak of yours?!" He swipes at the pelican, but it just finishes off his bream with a deft swallow before beating its wings at him.

Frostmoth hisses and moves backward, not wanting to be struck by the large wings and beak of his creature. How is it that they managed to get stuck with some of the most annoying birds in existence on their territory. And to make matters worse, as soon as he hopes it might take off and leave them alone another two land beside the first, hoping to get their own cat-curated breakfasts, too. "Does anyone want bird for lunch?" Frostmoth thinks this might be the stupidest idea he's ever had, but he isn't willing to let these dumb birds take his prey without a fight, either.

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• / hunting patrol timeee @lavenderpaw @Russetfall @Thunderpaw @Smokewreath @Curlpaw
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
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[Curlpaw]

- Curlpaw -

Life is to be enjoyed not endured.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟡ Feet dragging behind in the dust, Curlpaw was eager to sit down the moment the patrol stopped. She was silent the whole way.

This is such a drag...

Curly lowers herself into the perfect loaf. Her feet and tail tucked neatly. She stared intently at the deputy's hunting technique. At the very least she could enjoy a show. Best case scenario she would get a nice meal with it. Her frame raised to a sitting position as Frostmoth returned from the waters. Curly's eyes shut to prevent the river water from splashing into them. The apprentice opened her maw, perhaps about to say praise or some witty remark. Before she could, the pelican attacked. Curly flinched and jumped to her feet, a rather quick reaction for such an unenthused feline.

"WOAH!"

She couldn't help but allow a giggle to escape when the deputy insulted the bird. It was he was personally offended by the avian's actions. A paw quickly raised to cover her mouth. Her eyes darting between the older cats. Curly hoped to avoid receiving another lecture for her behavior.

Eyes now locked onto the sky, she shifted her weight awkwardly side to side. One of the pelicans staring her directly in the eye. Her brows furrowed, perhaps now feeling a similar frustration to the deputy. Though, his question broke her away from the tension.

"You can't be serious...? Can he?"

Her voice dropping to a whisper to deliver her clarifying question. She leaned towards her mentor, trusting they would provide a more rational idea.

‎ Enjoy the breeze ⟡ for it may not last‎‎ ‎

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• Curlpaw
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  Curlpaw is a LAZY cat!! All she wants to do is eat and sleep. Having no motivation to progress in her training, she is often looked down upon. She is very carefree and doesn't care what the others think.
  
  Curlpaw is a Havana mix with a curly coat and a docked tail. Her fur is a rather deep amber. Her eyes glow a vibrant green.