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You have been tasked with hunting as much rabbit as possible! Your goal is two (2) rabbits per hunter! KNIGHT: GHOULMASK (@sinful ) ❅ SOLDIER: ROARINGSUN (indy ) ❅ STUDENT: TIGERPAW (simplylight ) ❅ RUNAWAYS: SPECKLEPAW (indy ), FLINT (lameghost )
The white tom rolled his eyes as he padded along the snow laden paths, the ice packed down until it provided a solid – and occasionally slick – surface to tread on. If he had to listen to one more sentence from this person's mouth, he was going to whip around and give them a reminder not to spike his mood. He was already annoyed with life in general; he didn't need assistance in that area.
"Hey," he glanced at them with a purr, smirking and gazing at them from under his lashes, "shut your mouth."
“Don’t you talk to my brother that way.” Roaringsun growled through gritted teeth. So what this kid was a Knight? His sister was the Crowned now, and he knew that she too wouldn’t hesitate to rip anyone giving their younger siblings a hard time in half. With so much happening in his life at once, he really didn’t need something else to go wrong.
Specklepaw lined his tail along Ghoulmask’s spine, pressing his scrawny mottled body against the other tom. “Hey hey hey, calm down Ghoulie. We’re almost there, alright? Don’t get yourself worked up.” He offered his friend a warm smile with shining golden eyes.
Ghoulmask snarled back at Roaringsun, his claws curling into the ice as he continued to walk. Oh, how he was itching for a fight. Bring it, sunshine, he thought to himself as he glared at Roaringsun. Specklepaw's voice caused him to look at him, feeling dangerously close to snapping. He glared at him and inhaled a deep breath, pushing forward so he was no longer flanked by both of his pests.
A smirk grew among his white maw. “Thought so.” He muttered as the younger tom trotted further and further away. Roaringsun fell into pace next to his brother, brushing against his pelt. “You’re okay with me, Tigerpaw. You can talk to me all you want.”
Golden eyes turned into pools as his friend brushed past. He frowned and tried not to let the waterworks start. What made Ghoulmask so angry at him all the sudden? He didn’t want to press him as he knew how much the Knight hated anything to do with emotional discussions, yet Specklepaw longed so much to just pour his heart. He sighed deeply to match his friend.
Flint snickered from the back of the patrol. He’d never been on a patrol before and expected it to be quite boring. At least that was until the cats ahead of him started bickering like kits. It was quite entertaining to him. To think the fierce clan warriors he’d grown up hearing about as a kit acted like this.
“Hey how much longer?” He called ahead. “It’s freezing out here!” Even though Flint was blessed with long fur, he wasn’t yet accustomed to the snow and chilly winds on the mountain. He was dying to get some adrenaline pumping.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on May 31, 2019 13:53:51 GMT -5
Tigerpaw snorted at the whole situation and shook his head. They just left and they were already bickering. This patrol should be fun! Flint's words captured his attention and he let out a laugh. "Well, what did you expect? Summerclan?" The sarcasm in his meow was good-humored. "I can hear your bones shaking from here."
Flint scoffed at the toms words. “Come on, I’m new here, cut me a little slack,” He sighed, shaking snow from his fur. He gazed around at the snowy landscape and even though he’s been given a tour of the territory, the snow still made everything look the same. “Where are we going by the way? I swear we walked past that tree before. Are we lost? Am I going to die out here? I’m still pretty young, I don’t wanna freeze to death while hunting rabbits.” Flint pestered the other cats in the patrol.
Roaringsun rolled his eyes. “Do you have mouse dung for brains, or you just plain deaf?” He snapped. “We’re going further down the mountain to where the hare nest.” Why did Diamondstar allow for such fox-brained cats to join their Clan? He couldn’t even stand the harsh temperatures that WinterClan even considered warm. Then the scruffy orange tom looked to that other excuse of a Runaway, the black and white mottled SpringClan refugee who stayed for his brother. To be honest, Roaringsun commended him on that part. He would do the same for any of his siblings. Why choose WinterClan though? Who knows.
As the patrol came to a plateau, Roaringsun brushed past Ghoulmask to stop the group as a whole. Halted with tail straight up, he shot a glare back at the hunting party. “If we take one more step, we’re gonna scare off all the prey!” He hissed. Being the one of the elders of the group- though, not by much- he had one of the clearer senses about their territory. He knew where the rabbits nested, he knew where they hid. He flicked a tail and lowered into a crouch, expecting the rest to know what to do.
Specklepaw followed, though his stance was poor. He didn’t have much training back in SpringClan, having been apprenticed for only a few moons. He didn’t have time to perfect anything like posture or fighting moves, only surviving on any basic knowledge even a kit could learn.
