Open Territory unremarkably human [balance issues]

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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Ghost was not a bad hunter. There were those who maintained the stance that his size had to work against him when it came to speed and stealth, but that wasn't necessarily true. Broad shouldered and well muscled, yes, but he was a tall cat as well, with ground-eating strides and sharp reflexes. He knew the importance of balancing weight and when the best time to shift a stance was, and a lifetime of practice had taught him that even a large cat could conceal themselves if they knew how to use their environment to their advantage.

All that to say, when Ghost had gone out hunting that morning, he didn't expect there to be a problem. The tomcat had been hunting in the forest for days before the battle took place and the colony split, and there'd never been an issue then.

But now? With his ear half missing thanks to that bitch of a shecat? Things weren't so easy.

Things had been sounding off for a while now, coming in loud and clear and precise on his left side, but lacking the same precision on the other. It wasn't that things were necessarily quieter- he could still hear just fine, reall. The issue was that his right ear couldn't focus in like his other one. Every time he thought he knew where a sound was coming from on that side, it turned out to be just a little bit off from what he'd calculated.

It was disorienting, and in this particular case, saw fit to humiliate the cat.

There was a sound coming from a snowbank. Something bigger than a mouse or a squirrel, shuffling just out of sight. Ghost had been positive he had it down, and even the pounce itself was perfectly executed– but once again, he was off.

He hit the snowbank expecting to come down on a living body only to come up empty pawed. Instead, in an unexpected explosion of snow and leaves directly beside him, a rabbit launched itself out and away. Caught off guard and just a little disoriented at not being where he was supposed to be, Ghost grunted and stumbled backwards– right into a fucking bush.

OOC- rolled a nat one for this! Ghost is currently hauling his ass out of a bush :)

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future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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[Magnoliapeak]

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Ghoststrike, in a fashion that was true to his name, is a cat that Magnoliapeak only knows on a surface level. They have probably exchanged hellos at some point or another, but she basically knows him by name only. Otherwise, the tomcat is a mystery. Similar to Ghost, Magnolia has wandered outside of camp to go on a solo hunt and by some miracle has managed to catch a scrawny. She isn't expecting to see any of her clanmates, much less Ghost and the show that he accidentally puts on, but she catches the tail end of his fumble. The dilute tortoiseshell stands a few taillengths away, uninterested in being the next thing Ghoststrike crashes into. The large tom might squash her.

"Well," Magnoliapeak declares her presence by clearing her throat "That was certainly something." She doesn't seek to humiliate him further- he has already done enough on his own accord by not even coming close to catching the rabbit and then falling into a bush- but she won't coddle him either. Magnoliapeak tips her head and him and then looks upward from whence the other warrior had pounced. "Are you feeling okay...?" The question comes finally when she returns to looking at Ghost as he hauls himself free from the bush. To have such a far-off aim and then go stumbling into something else seems unusual. She molly hopes he hasn't come down with something in these winter months.

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ooc Information

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  MAGNOLIA — SHE/HER ･ 21 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes. here too.

 

[BRIGHTPETAL]

The wound to their belly had not been severe enough to warrant any prayers, still, the pink mark upon it lingered as a reminder of what had almost been lost, and admittedly, it had stung a little too much for Brightpetal to start patrolling for a spell. His solo walk now was practice, adjusting to the way that scabbed skin bumped against scabbed skin, feeling the way leafbare chewed at his whiskers, knowing that he could not retreat from it until he had done what needed to be done. The others often took his attention, doubly so as he lost track of Ghoststrike amidst the snow mounds.

Ghoststrike slipped into nothingness like his namesake, and Brightpetal's eyes widened as if the tabby himself had disappeared without a trace. When a rabbit emerged in his place, it was easy to assume that his clanmate had simply transformed, but before a new awe for the miracles of StarClan could be invented, that same skull-like head reappeared. He blinked fervently at the other's confusion - was he confused as to why his jaws were holding onto thin air? "Oh, I think you missed it!"

Then, Ghoststrike made friends with a bush, prompting Magnolia to say something about the other's wellbeing. Brightpetal hadn't noticed it himself until she mentioned it, but now it almost seemed too obvious that something was up. He nodded along, mewing a quick, "Maaaaybe go visit Serpentberry? She might have a cure for clumsiness. Or dizziness, or whatever illness you have."


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[THUNDERFLASH]

Much like Brightpetal, his side was uncomfortable when stretched. The deepest of the scabs were almost gone, but it was an ugly thing. Truly, he had almost been gutted. Getting back into business was rough, but he was almost there to being completely healed- just a bit more time not doing anything fancy. Thunderflash thinks he could manage that, and he wasn't far from Ghost while he wandered into the frostbitten landscape. The prey here was.. more plentiful, at least. They had less mouths to feed, even though kits were born lately. He's busy pondering and scenting the air, and thus almost misses how badly Ghoststrike missed.

Baby blues blinked at the larger tom. He had the pleasure of watching the larger work more then once. The silent ear and tail signals that he had yet to pick up on, the way his muscles worked, the sharp gaze he held all spoke to the level of skill that Ghoststrike had... yet, he... missed. Thunderstrike's head tiled, turning to watch the rabbit escape. (There was no way he was going to be able to catch that this rate, his side already ached.) Vision trailed back to Ghoststrike backing into the bush- and the subsequent struggling to get out of it- and he couldn't help the laugh that barked from his lips.

Thunderflash's eyes widened as he realized he laughed, before sinking to his haunches, a paw moving to cover his muzzle. "M'.. M' sorry- pff..." His head turned away, almost missing the concern in the other two cat's voices. Of course there was something wrong with Ghoststrike. He didn't simply miss. Normally, anyways- and he had a habit of never misjudging what he was listening to, at least. After a few heaved breaths, trying to settle himself, Thunderflash pushed back to his feet and stepped closer then the other two. Not close enough to invade Ghoststrike's space, however.

"I doub' it's a cold. 'less i' is, then yer stupid fer no' takin' care of i' sooner." He says the first half of the sentence to Brightpetal, and the second half to Ghoststrike. "How's yer rear? Still in one piece despite th' bush?" He teases, grin on his face.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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Ghost didn't think he had much in terms of 'pride' anymore. Years of fighting over scraps and seeing the worst of catkind– and of them seeing the worst of him-- made short work of things like ego. As he hauled himself out of a bush in front of a group of his fellow Thunderclanners, however, he wondered if he wasn't wrong. It certainly felt like embarrassment that prickled at his fur alongside twigs and thorns, perhaps because he was not so careless toward the eyes on him this time around. Try as he might to deny it, a part of him cared what these cats thought of him, and it'd been a while since he'd messed up so badly in front of someone. That it happened in front of these cats, where his reputation did not protect him, was just one more misfortune for him to suffer.

"I'm fine." he replied as he shook out his coat, and to his credit the words were only slightly snappier than he intended them to be toward the shecat, whose presence he hadn't been expecting. Brightpetal appearing and chiming in certainly didn't help either. Was the entire damn clan out here with eyes on him?

"I don't need to see a medic over a missed piece of prey and a minor stumble." he reasoned gruffly, happy to embrace any excuse that kept him away from poking, prodding paws.

And of course Thunderflash was there, laughing his ass off as Ghost recovered from what was basically a kitten-level mistake.

"It was a bad landing, that's all. They happen." He was quick to try and brush it off, dismissing their concerns and amusement all in one go. Not to ease their worries, but to further hide the fact that something was wrong with him. "I won't miss the next one. "

Not in front of them, at least. He'd made sure his next attempt was better concealed from the rest of the group.

"How's yer rear? Still in one piece despite th' bush?"

"Focus less on my 'rear' and more on tracking some prey down now that you've scared it all off with your cackling. " the masked tomcat shot back as he began tugging out bits and pieces that were still caught in his fur. Fuckin' smartass.

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fthunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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[Magnoliapeak]

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Brightpetal's suggestion is lighter and politer than Magnoliapeak's. She can at least be thankful for that. Though the both of them seemed concerned for the warrior, Magnoliapeak is certainly not the type to go running to Serpentberry at the first sign of injury or illness. In fact, she is more of the type to tough it out on her own if she thinks she can manage it. However, her resolve disappears when Thunderflash laughs at and begins poking fun at Ghoststrike. The molly stands quietly, evaluating the interaction between the two. Ghoststrike is sure to be unhappy about being teased by another warrior if he isn't already irritated at her and Brightpetal for suggesting that he is unwell.

"They do happen sometimes," Magnoliapeak begins her agreement slow, methodical. 'Usually not to you, though,' the dilute tortoiseshell thinks with a frown during the breadth of her pause. "It was a nasty one though. You looked pretty unsteady," Magnoliapeak decides to comment finally, but she does not elaborate further. She supposes whatever Ghoststrike wants to decide to do regarding his clumsy maneuver is between himself and Serpentberry. And if he does nothing at all it isn't Magnoliapeak's business anyway, no matter how much the molly might judge him for not taking care of himself.

She looks between Ghoststrike and Thunderflash as the former shoots back an irritable statement. Though she knows Thunderflash is teasing Ghoststrike doesn't seem to be in a joking mood at all. "Let's move on and look elsewhere for prey," she suggests, mostly looking to quell her own irritation with the bickering between the two tomcats "It won't be worth anything if Ghoststrike fell off a branch just to get teased for it and none of us bring anything home." Magnoliapeak doesn't wait for an agreement, she just turns simply and begins striding deeper into the woods.

"SPEECH HERE"

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ooc Information

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  MAGNOLIA — SHE/HER ･ 21 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes. here too.