[ElizaChikatta]

Frameclan

+15 XP For 38 Words Written
+10 XP For Patrol Sent
+0% Hunger (2 Free Rolls Left)

As Beestar followed the trail through his territory, a large pointed-leaved plant that dwarfed him was right off the side of the trail. While at first he didn't really know what to think of it, he decided to swipe a few leaves in case they were useful (+1 Dock, +1 XP), and he also found a smooth stick nearby (+1 Stick, +1 XP), perfect for making splints. Confident with this new find, Beestar continued down the trail, picking up a minty scent closer to water and wandering off to find a patch of smooth leaves with red berries, something he recognized as Wintergreen, which he eagerly gathered (+1 Wintergreen, +1 XP). As the day neared sunset, Beestar picked up the scent of a new cat in his territory. What will he do?

Total:

+28 XP | 3 Herbs Found (+3 XP): +1 Dock, +1 Stick, +1 Wintergreen | Level 0 (28/100)

[Skarrred]

Frameclan
Beestar had collected his items and put them away for later gathering. He turned, then scented that scent of the newcomer. His nostrils flicked. Padding forward, his tail flicked as his ears tried to hone to where the cat was located. Just to interact with them, anyway. He followed the scent carefully, taking care not to lose it. He eventually skidded out of the bush, tail flicking irritably as he flicked away a thorn. He turned to avert his gaze to the cat who looked at him, startled. [Insert Gender] [insert eye color] stared at Beestar as the other calmed. Beestar padded up to [gender] and thoughtfully asked, "Why, who are you?"

[ 112 words ]

--cats on patrol
Beestar | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

--level 0 (28/100)
experience: 0

--inventory
prey | 1 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 4 FP | x0

Stick | Splints | x1
Dock | Scratches + Sore Pads | x1
Wintergreen | Injuries | x1

--items in inventory used
N/A

--predators:
predator #1

[ElizaChikatta]

Frameclan

+20 XP For 112 Words Written
+10 XP For Patrol Sent
+0% Hunger (1 Free Roll Left)

When Beestar found a patchy older rogue cat at the edge of the territory, the tom was hostile almost immediately, fur standing on end. "Get away," He hissed, lunging forward to attack. Luckily, Beestar was quick enough to dodge, looking up to see the rogue scrambling away. Well, that was disappointing...
Beestar decides to take the chance while he's out to look for anything else he may be able to find. His luck ends up more fortunate this time around when a vole skitters out in front of him, batting it into the air before it could get away and killing it (+1 Vole [2 FP], +1 XP). With the vole in his mouth, he makes his way back to camp.

Total:

+31 XP | +1 Vole(2 FP), +1 XP | Level 0 (59/100)

[Skarrred]

Frameclan
Beestar flinched away, snarling in startlement. As the tom lunged forward, Beestar neatly hopped out of the way, landing just fur lengths away from the rogue. He shook out his fur and looked up with a glare. He watched the tom scramble away and frowned, waving his tail behind him. He turned away to hunt; having already gathered enough herbs. His tail flicked and he was off.

He dispatched the vole quickly, then picked it up in his jaws. He recollected the herbs and set off for camp, jaws partially full and stick under his chin. He'd rub off the dirt from the stick later. His ears were pricked for sources of more prey, though.

[ 115 words (Ill be having more words with more cats! :>)]

--cats on patrol
Beestar | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

--level 0 (59/100)
experience: 0

--inventory
prey | 1 FP | x0
Vole | 2 FP | x1
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 4 FP | x0

Stick | Splints | x1
Dock | Scratches + Sore Pads | x1
Wintergreen | Injuries | x1

--items in inventory used
N/A

--predators:
predator #1
predator #2
predator #3
predator #4

[ElizaChikatta]

Frameclan

+20 XP For 115 Words Written
+10 XP For Patrol Sent
+0% Hunger (Last Free Roll Used!)

With the day ending, Beestar decided to wait until tomorrow in order to continue his search of the territory, returning for a good night's sleep. Rousing with the new day's sun and full of energy, Beestar trekked out on the same trail, looking to see if there was anything he had missed and stopped short at the sight of a mouse. Stalking up behind it, he pounced, easily finishing it off (+1 Mouse[2 FP], +1 XP). However, the rest of his patrol was rather void of discovery. Well, at least he caught some more food!

Total:

+31 XP | +1 Mouse(2 FP), +1 XP | Level 0 (90/100)

[KestrelTheFirecat]

Shatteredclan
Hollystar walks through the woods and smiles as she sees the snow falling through the trees. She spots a rabbit through the brush and pounces after it.

[ 27 words ]

--cats on patrol
Hollystar | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

--level 0
experience: 0

--inventory
prey | 1 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 4 FP | x0

herb | usage | x0
herb | usage | x0
herb | usage | x0

--items in inventory used

--predators:
predator #1
predator #2
predator #3
predator #4

[Skarrred]

Frameclan
Beestar waved his tail in the air and continued. He didn't find anything else as he returned, but that was fine! He dropped the vole carefully onto a fern-flooring and jumped away to place the herbs on a few more, then shook out his fur. He looked up at the darkened sky, then lay down. He hadn't had the time to make a nest yet, but he was to tired. He'd probably do that tomorrow night! He nodded to himself and curled up into a ball, tail over his nose.

Waking up, he stood and stretched. After a few moments, he padded back into the forest. Figuring he could follow the trail for anything missing, he padded for the entrance of his make-shift camp. Leaping through it, he padded carefully down the trail. He stopped, scenting mouse. And soon he saw it! He crouched. He easily crept up behind it; and leaped! His paws cracked its neck as he dispatched of it. He stood and shook out his fur again. He seemed to have a habit of that.

As he continued down the trail, having buried the mouse, he sniffed that rogue scent again. Though found nothing else! He decided to gather some moss for a nest. Turning into the forest, he gathered some fresh moss, which wasn't damp. He easily collected it and picked up a few feathers on the way.

He made it back to camp, then did his best to make a nest. He used ferns to make it more 'stiff' and hold together. Then curled up and looked at the sun. Comfortable. But he should make more use of the day..

He leaped back up, carefully stepped out of his nest, and headed for the entrance. This time he headed in the direction of a river, though that said river was far off.

[ 307 words ]

--cats on patrol
Beestar | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

--level 0
experience: 90

--inventory
Mouse | 2 FP | x1
Vole | 2 FP | x1

Stick | Splints | x1
Dock | Scratches + Sore Pads | x1
Wintergreen | Injuries | x1

--items in inventory used
N/A

--predators:
predator #1
predator #2
predator #3
predator #4

[mothbrainz]

WILDCLAN

"Come on, just a little hop - you got it! Take the impact with your shoulders."

Fawnflurry called out from his perch on the windowsill, Coalcreek already brushing the shattered glass away with his denim vest. Eggdapple was a pampered housepet just two months ago. She required some guidance when it came to this stuff, and Fawnflurry was happy to help. She was doing well, despite her newness to everything. Being on her own was startling. Fawnflurry took it upon himself to help get her settled in.

Coalcreek, though, was used to roaming the streets. The only thing left from his previous life was the spiked vest he refused to take off, initially put on to prevent hawks from carrying him off. Now it was more of a sentimental keepsake than anyway. Still, it proved useful as he maneuvered through abandoned apartments. And birds still stayed away - being carried off by one of those would be bad. He briefly thought back to Asphodelstar and Lambkit, both still back at camp, hoping they were safe.

There was a soft thud as Eggdapple made her jump, landing a bit lopsided but well enough for Fawnflurry to grab her by the scruff and Coalcreek to place himself behind her to prevent stumbling. Taking a moment to catch her breath and bask in her achievement, she paused before hopping down and leading the patrol into the empty apartment.

They were in. Time to scavenge.

[ 239 words ]

--cats on patrol
Eggdapple | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Fawnflurry | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Coalcreek | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

--level 0
experience: 5

--inventory
prey | 1 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 4 FP | x0

herb | usage | x0
herb | usage | x0
herb | usage | x0

--items in inventory used
Any items used this post (or eaten)
ex. food, herbs, explore items

--predators:
sewer gators, rat packs
abandoned exotic pets,
foxes, raccoons, feral
dogs, owls, falcons,
eagles, hawks, coyotes

[Lex.]

Shatteredclan

5+XP for 27 words written
+10XP for patrol sent
+0% hunger
Your cat stumbled apon a common myo!
Sadly, Hollystar missed the rabbit but found a scrap of food while out! +1 FP & +1XP

In Total!
+16XP | +1 FP (Scrap) | Level 0 - 16/100 XP

Frameclan

+15XP for 307 words written
+10XP for patrol sent
+10% hunger
While searching the river for prey, Beestar found a small fish, and caught it with ease.
+ 2 FP, +1 Small Fish, + 2 XP


Totals
Congrats! You levelled up! Level 0 ->1
+ 27 XP | + 2 FP | Level 1 (17/200)

found by vivka!

[Skarrred]

Frameclan
His ears pricked as he headed on, though he sadly encountered nothing as he approached the river. Well..nothing of use!
He had sniffed a mother rabbit, though he could tell the kits of it were weaned and about to spring the nest. He crouched, stalked forward, and..dang! The rabbit heard him and bolted. He pursued but lost sight of it. With a sigh, he turned back to the river's direction. He growled as his tail fur snagged on a thorn, though no injury was given. He sighed again as he tripped over a root, only catching himself barely by his forepaws.
He finally made it to the river, peering inside with the tip of his head. A small fish swam lazily through the shallows. He scooped a paw into the water and snagged it. He watched it flop onto the bank and finally used a paw to end its life.
Now he had a small fish. He smelled a few scraps under the dirt and dug them up. (They're from leveling) He shook the dirt from his claws.
They seemed to be the remains of a..hm..vole? Mouse? Something of the sort. Not winged, though. But it was fresh! He started down the path, though his ears were alert for more prey as the fish tried to slip from his grasp..yet again!
He kept his eyes trained on the foilage for herbs, and again, his ears were pricked for prey and paw-pads ready to detect danger. Scents were masked by the fish.

[ 251 words ]

--cats on patrol
Beestar | HP 100% | HUP 10% | Sick: N

--level 1
experience: 17/200

--inventory
Scraps | 1FP | x1 (Levelling!)
Mouse | 2 FP | x1
Vole | 2 FP | x1
Small Fish | 2 FP | x1

Stick | Splints | x1
Dock | Scratches + Sore Pads | x1
Wintergreen | Injuries | x1

--items in inventory used
N/A

--predators:
predator #1
predator #2
predator #3
predator #4