IceClan - Snowstar's Reign [Always Accepting]

[GIGABITE]

Firepaw nodded once. Pricking her ears, she listened intently. "I don't hear anything except for birdsong and the leaves rustling." She murmured thoughtfully.

Foxpaw blinked, amber eyes wide, before it registered in her mind that she was being told to do something. She tasted the air. "I smell.. Rain." She murmured. "Mouse." She sniffed again. "Something unfamiliar. Not cat, not fox, and not prey, but the scent is very stale..." She looked at her mentor. "Kinda smells like a fox, but it reeks of carrion as well. What is that, Creeksight?"

(( if you don't understand what she smells, it's stale wolf scent xD she doesn't know what wolf smells like ))

[.dance]

Hazelpool
"Ok. Good! Now, try looking around yourself, look for anything out of the ordinary." she adds.

[GIGABITE]

Firepaw narrowed her eyes at her surroundings. She glanced down a bit, into the grass and foliage around them. A rustle of movement in a tree startled her from her focus. Just a bird. "Nothing unusual. Just birds, a few prey trails, and the occasional twitch of movement caused by the wind."

[.dance]

Hazelpool
"Good job! Remember all of these things when yiu are on patrols." she purrs.

[anathema]

Username: Ideallistcally

Name: Skypath (my prime roleplay, or my OC)

Gender: Female

Rank: Very young warrior

Looks: Very beautiful brown coat structured onto a nimble musculature with stunning blue – grey eyes.

Personality: Although she is very humorous, she takes her duties seriously and has a polite, distinguished demeanor.

Brief Backstory: She was born to Mousewhisker and Moonpath, and her siblings were all stillborn. She grew up in IceClan.

Crush: Maybe . . .

Mate: None at the moment.

(My apologies to interrupt the roleplay!)

[katarinabluu]

{{ Are we still on the patrol with Hazelpool? }}

[zoketi.]

c r e e k s i g h t
<< warrior >>
A long-haired cream and grey
she-cat of twenty-five moons.
tagged; foxpaw, brackenstorm

She watched the tom move away and then fixed her ocean stare back upon her apprentice, ears lifting up to listen. She nodded slowly as Foxpaw began, but narrowed her gaze slightly as the apprentice struggled with the last scent. Taking in her own deep breath of air, Creeksight's ears lowered. "That would be wolf-scent." she murmured darkly. "I'll report this to Snowstar once we return. It's stale though, we should be fine here." the creamy-grey warrior took a step forwards, ears rotating around. "Try catching that mouse." She wanted to get a quick recap of Foxpaw's skills.

[GIGABITE]

(( Accepted! And it's alright! Glad to have you here ))

(( Yes. Might seem like the longest patrol ever but the RP paused for quite a while x3 ))

Firepaw stood up taller, pleased that she had done well. "I will!" She mewed. "I'll make sure to check extra well to make sure nothing comes in our territory." She puffed out her chest, looking quite comical in doing so.

Foxpaw twitched her ears. Wolf? By the way Creeksight had talked about reporting it to the leader upon noting the scent of it, it had to be pretty bad. In any case, she had a new task. She sniffed the air, quirking her tail in the direction of the scent as she did, before weaving around a bit to get downwind of it. A few pawsteps later she spotted it. She wouldn't trip this time. Creeping up on her prey, she waited for the time to pounce. A heartbeat later she jumped swiftly through the air and killed the mouse before it could make a sound of alarm. Her fur prickled. She had barely made it. She would never be a warrior if she fumbled every time she had a hunt! She carried it over to her mentor, tail twitching

[anathema]

( ( I'm so excited to begin roleplaying ; thank you! ) )

A cascading serenade of silence cast itself over the fragment of the woodland in which Skypath was allocated, the trees giving a faint, gentle rustle as a zephyr combed itself over the deep verdant foliage.

As she glanced upwards, she saw the position of the sun at its peak. It was time to hunt, to bring back an offering of loyalty for her Clanmates. As she sensed the sweet, wonderful fragrance of a nearby squirrel, she lowered her sleek, deft bodice, limber paws brushing the ground beneath her pads as she leapt, ensnaring the unfortunate creature between her enclosed appendages.

As she carried the plump animal within her jowls, she picked up the pace, hurtling over fallen logs and climbing over tall boulders, her thorn - sharp claws scraping the tough, resistant surface.

She finally arrived to the encampment, and released her catch, approaching the Warrior's Den. No one seemed in the mood to converse with her, so she lowered her hindquarters to the ground, grooming her chest fur.

[.dance]

can we skip the patrols? ))