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Post by bones on Oct 21, 2023 18:32:06 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/6603yjHt/rockscreech-POSTINGIMG~png | rockscreech, Yeah he said, and she said,
Yeah, they say a lot-
So many things, they just think you forgot
[open to RC cats, or some unfortunate clanless soul] |
Even days and days after that forsaken gathering, Rockscreech is still in a... volatile mood. It hurt, it stung, it dug into his hide and made his hot-blooded like an infected thorn. He slept poorly, he snapped more often, and even Flarepatch and Shalebelly were finding him hard to reign in. After almost giving his smug ass of a brother a thorough thrashing over an off-handed comment, the bobtail had been strongly encouraged to go out and put his energy towards something more productive. He'd hooked onto the tail end of a hunting patrol, but they already had a guardian and it was obvious his presence made a few of the younger warriors nervous; after one of them missed a second, slow moving bird, he'd gotten the side-eye from both one of the more senior warriors and the guardian. Taking his cue tempermentally, he'd stomped off to make himself busy. But, honestly, it's impossible to hunt when his blood is roiling and boiling like it that. After watching a tiny, scrawny squirrel bolt out of his warpath, the tom had just settled for stalking through the territory - it was for the best... In his mood, he might mangle any prey he catches more than acceptable. So he settles, unhappily, for just stalking through the territory until he's too tired to be a moody moron. ...Which will hopefully happen soon; he glowers at the clouds and their sunset tint as he aggressively rakes his claws through the bark of a tree, dragging them down viciously. A twig snaps behind him and, though he doesn't look at whoever has unwittingly stumbled upon him, the tom's bobtail quivers in aggravation and his ears tilt off the side. |
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Post by adrian on Nov 2, 2023 21:12:56 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/2Ft1jyX/toad~jpg Business as usual was absurd when the clan was hemorrhaging warriors to the Kingdom left and right, but someone had to be the voice of reason, someone had to ensure hungry mouths were fed despite the bareness of leaf-bare, someone had to assign patrols to mark the borders and keep their territory safe. And as deputy, those responsibilities landed on Toadfeather's shoulders, no matter how he personally felt about the Kingdom. The Kingdom. Vile name for a group of traitors at worst, and idiots at best. He had yet to hear a solid explanation for dividing the clan during this season after so many moons of difficulty. It was still something he was stewing on, himself, but with so much to busy him he had barely a moment to think before duty called him elsewhere. This self-appointed patrol was the first time he had a moment alone in days, and even now he was focused. Foxflight mentioned catching the scent of a badger near the border - stale, but it planted enough worry in his mind that he decided to ensure it was gone from the territory, including the mountains. He caught no scent from any badgers, nor much prey for that matter. But he did catch the scent of his clan mates. A hunting patrol he organized earlier, with the unexpected addition of Rockscreech - a guardian he had not assigned and likely would not have considered for this particular group of hunters - who seemed to have departed from the group not terribly long ago. If there was a badger somewhere around here, it might be prudent to have him join him. And if he knew Rockscreech at all, he needed something to dig his claws into. So he turned east, toward the direction the guardian last took. It didn't take him long to catch up, though the setting sun disappointingly suggested there may not be as much time to comb through the woods in search of evidence of predators as he might have liked. Very aptly matching his mental image of the warrior, Rockscreech was dragging his claws down the length of a nearby tree, clearly in a mood. He had no interest in beating around the bush. "Care to find a better use for your claws, Rockscreech? A badger was reported not far from our borders." |
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Post by bones on Nov 6, 2023 16:34:59 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/SsdYr521/rockscreech-POSTINGIMG~png #s://i~postimg~cc/6603yjHt/rockscreech-POSTINGIMG~png | rockscreech, Yeah he said, and she said,
Yeah, they say a lot-
Just so many things, they just think you forgot
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Rockscreech isn't sure if he's vexed or pleased when the cat that speaks up turns out to be Toadfeather. On one paw, the clan's deputy can get on his nerves rather quickly, with his patronizing superiority complex; on the other, a badger fight would probably set his mood to rights... And, even the older tom's attitude coupled with His claws have dug deep into the bark, so it takes a moment longer than he'd care to admit to unlatch them, but then he's dropping onto all fours and shaking his fur out. His hackles are still stirred a bit, his bobtail still quivers a bit with irritation, and his ears flicker about in a clearly show of his moodiness. The mink bicolor comes to a stop a tail length from the clan and eyes him over, measuring the thick-pelted tom's worth as the slighter of the pair before nodding in begrudging satisfaction; while Rockscreech had always been able to brute force his way through sparring as an apprentice, Toadfeather had been where he learned not o understand smaller opponents. He then eyed about the sparse, snow covered woods about them - anything that lurked close to clan territory in Leaf-Bare was desperate or mad; with only two of them, there was more ground to cover quickly without being too inattentive. Plus, they'd have to be careful: it was better to be able to take a badger by surprise either way... "Fine." He grumbles, circling Toadfeather's back to stand at his other side; he glowers at the reddening, darkening sky before commenting: "Should probably hurry..." |
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Post by adrian on Dec 3, 2023 14:28:17 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/2Ft1jyX/toad~jpg "Fine," the guardian eventually relented, after some consideration. Toadfeather raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn't comment. It would have been absurd to reject his offer, when he was offering both an easy distraction and, in many ways, a command as deputy. Though, if any warrior was going to ignore him, he supposed it would be Rockscreech. Somehow, that didn't change his impression of him one way or another, the same as it might have from another cat. Maybe because he believed Rockscreech was otherwise performing his duties well. "Should probably hurry..."Toadfeather turned his gaze back on the tree-lined horizon. He was right. Dusk would fall soon enough, and the darker it got the harder managing the beast would be. And it would be inconvenient for it to huddle down somewhere hidden for the night, forcing them to come out here a second time to chase it off in the morning. "Yes," he agreed. "This way." He started in the direction of the border, assuming the guardian would fall in step. If they were lucky, the creature was young, or maybe very old, and the sight of two, strong warriors would be enough to drive it off. Then again, Rockscreech really did seem to want to sink his claws into something. Maybe a fight would do them both some good. On another day, he might have taken his time to enjoy the walk to the border. He loved this view of his clan: nestled against the side of the mountains, covered in trees that smelled strongly of pine needles and sap, frost covering the foliage. Today, however, he moved them quickly through the trees, expediting the trip. There would be other days to appreciate the scenery of his home. It didn't take long to reach the border. With a scowl, he found the smell of badger very much still present, though it must have gone further into their territory since signs of it were first spotted. They would have to follow it's trail. "Ahead," he said, voice low. "We'll want to corner it, before it can intrude any further." |
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