{$title} Prompt: Your character discovers an uncommon/rare animal or plant off the shadowclan guide! what do they do with it?
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Even after everything following her father carelessly discarding what could have been a great trophy for the kits, Stoatkit moped around the territory. There was bubbling frustration implanted somewhere below her crinkled face and heavy, plodding feet, like her stomping, tiny footsteps would have any impact. It was entirely unlike her to leave camp - seemingly alone - but she wasn't worried; she knew someone would be tailing her. Maybe her friend, her father, or some other nosy shadowclan cat. Either way, she was rest assured even in her grumbling wander around the territory, she wouldn't find herself alone for long. Probably for the best, but in that moment, she couldn't care less.
She wandered for a good while; at least, that's how it felt to her. She really just needed to clear her head. There was too much ongoing all at once: the thundering invasion that she still had nightmares about, the fear of losing Fleakit to the border scuffle, the weird ongoing around the camp. She just wanted some short time alone to clear her head, to breath. Stoatkit was all too aware she hadn't been left alone since... Well... She just as quickly shook that thought from her mind as droplets of rain that began to soak her pelt wicked away. The rain was a near constant nowadays, only a gentle spray today, but clearly, she'd been out here long enough for it to have begun to soak in. There was no chill, yet, though it wouldn't be long until her whole body would shake as if the very chill of leafbare had bore its way into her form. But for now, she revelled in the cool feeling; it was revitalising, like a breath of fresh air-
Comfort turned to nausea as the scent of blood struck her like a threat. Her eyes shot open, fear crawling its way down her spine like a sickness, her paws going weak. Her mind returned to the image of the mud-logged bones of the long-dead cat Fleapaw had discovered. Surely there wasn't anything else like that around here... She gulped the taste of blood on the air like a whisper on her lips, a whisper not of her own. The wind tore past her, slicking back sodden fur, guiding her eyes to the growing stench of blood that knotted fear into her chest. Carefully, like she might be next to be found in the mud, Stoatkit padded towards the scent.
She turned, peering past a rotted, leafless tree, where water had begun to collect, dark and murky and stained something crimson... Her breath caught in her throat, shutting her eyes like it'd erase what she might see. No. No, she had to be brave, brave like Fleapaw, brave like a warrior. Releasing the breath caught in her throat and peeking an eye open, she instead blinked, confused. It wasn't a cat, very obviously so. Feathers, dark brown and spattered with blood, floated atop the water, surrounding a sodden, bloated body in the water. A bird? It was bigger than anything she'd ever seen. Not a sparrow or a starling, not a lark or a nighthawk...
"A hawk...." Stoatkit breathed, the realisation hitting her. She'd never seen such a thing before, not with her own two eyes. She'd been warned before to keep an eye on open skies or else a bird like those would snatch up an unsuspecting kitten. She always thought it was a kittens tale to scare her and keep her in camp. Like Sablestar and Smogmaw's tale of turning to a frog with a mouthful of mud, she though it was a little scary story.... But maybe not...
With a gulp and shaky steps approaching the floating body, she wanted to inspect the thing further, perhaps with some sick curiosity. Out of instinct and now fearful about the stories she'd begun to brush off, Stoatkit scanned the sky and tree line. From what she could see, there wasn't anything dangerous. 'I'm not scared, I'm brave and not scared at all.' She lied to herself; it'd be true if she thought it enough. With a shakey paw, she plopped it into the water. It wasn't deep from what she could tell, and she was right. It was shallow enough for her to plod through towards the great big bird; it was huge compared to herself, but she wanted a closer look. Even with the scent of blood growing stronger, not noticing as the bloody water started to soak into the pelt on her chest, she latched onto the wing of the thing, mouthfuls of feathers and bloodied water in her maw as she yanked backwards with all her tiny might to get it out of the water.
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ooc - prompt never specified animals gotta be alive. :) pheo had the idea n i wanted to try writin for stoat so surprise its hawk. n thought itd be funny to write myself cause... yknow. dead hawk. apparently theres sm mirrorin w the books here but idk. have fun n help stoat get this dead ass bird out the water to stare at it. - Hawk
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✦—Shadowclan kit | 5 Moons
✦—She/Her
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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⤷ Written by Hawk
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