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♠' With a single breath she coldly stepped silently into the deep thick wood. The air was chilled and shadowed by the dawn sky. The sun had yet to show its face, and dew had yet to cover the foliage. Despite the darkness, the black cat slinked amongst the trees, slowly creeping along the edges of shrubbery, and crouching beneath each and every low hanging branch in the way. Night was stalking for breakfast.

♠' It had been days since she had left camp. It was entirely on her own accord, and she was proud to have left the society that bound her to laws she did not agree with. She would eat whenever the molly desired, and she would make her own decisions instead of relying on a leader or elder to make them for her. No one could control the feline here. Night was free to pounce, yowl, and pee wherever she liked. The newly apparition, a cat that held no clan of their own, had found herself bounding restlessly and wildly in the brush. She hadn't found anything for hours and it was frustrating her.

♠' Perhaps it was to early to go hunting, or maybe she just wasn't all that skilled. Being solid black had it's advantages to hunting sometimes, but most of the time the lack of pattern to blend into the grass made things difficult. Not to mention the feline had a problem of not leaving behind the large green scarf that wrapped tightly around her neck. It would be a cumbersome obstacle that constantly caused her to fumble and trip over, or less it get caught on sticks, branches, and other things stuck in the ground. The loud noise that came from this probably warned prey for miles to come. This left Night with a predicament she had to learn to work around.

♠' The lone cat had been at this for a long while. Even when she was inside the clan she had never left the tree-walker object behind. Night would refuse every time an older cat pushed her into doing so. Saying she stunk and it was filf. Many of the cats disliked her for enjoyment of the objects she collected. Everything from pure junk to objects that had some use. One of them was a lantern, though they didn't know what it was. it lit up sometimes though, and it was neat to observe. If she could control it, the cat would be considered the most useful member, but Night never did.

♠' Instead she had found herself on the side of the mountain, a good distance from her old home. She was an adventurer now, to never return. Night had lost a lot of weight these last few days. She was never a good hunter, and it was the reason she had been stuck as a wyrmling, under the guise of a mentor, for so long. Night had never received a warrior name, though she heard she would have the day she left. The oldest to become a dragon. What an embarrassment.

♠' The sun had finally risen. It's orange glow beat the horizon lightly. It was a great distraction from hunting. The glow hit the edge of tall spruce trees, bushels of green hued with browns of the sky, and a hint of blue lighten in the distance. Stars faded slowly, as if to say goodbye, they hid behind the morning birds tweeting loudly in the distance. The noise stirred her from the day dream.

♠' From the noises of the small birds, the sound of rumbling pulled her forward. She was ready for breakfast. Heading towards the noise she kept low, leaving her maw open for the smells of prey. Her gaze stayed upwards, as the light of the morning sky pulled everything's attention towards it. Small dots in the distance moved and flittered. She froze, and began to chitter.

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mice ♠ 2
Squirrel ♠ 3
Rabbit ♠ 4
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Raspberry Leaves ♠ x1 [x]
Sorrel ♠ x1 [x]
Tansy ♠ x1 [x]
Broom ♠ x1 [x]
Lamb's Ear ♠ x2 [x x]
Parsley [x]
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[WinglessSeraph]

The Shattered Echoes
Last Explore Post | Last Response Received

The trees rustled and feathers drifted silently to the forest floor as Risingsky and Fidgetclaw wrestled with the large prey before them. The two cats kept a watchful eye on Furzetuft while she spoke to Quiethowl, unsure of the she-cat's intentions. The duo worked to prepare their hunt for storage, setting it aside for easier retrieval later on. "What do you think this could be about?" Fidgetclaw whispered to the she-cat beside him. The Speaker glanced over at the outsider. "I'm really not sure," she whispered back. "She doesn't seem to be a threat though."

After a few moments, the Listener stepped away from the cat and padded over to her clanmates. "Her name is Furzetuft," Quiethowl meowed once she was out of the tortoiseshell's range. "She's seeking aid in locating her friend and I think we should help her." Risingsky and Fidgetclaw exchanged a look between each other, uneasy about helping an outsider. The clan wasn't very keen in offering its resources to those they didn't share a camp with. "Are you sure this isn't some kind of plot?" Fidgetclaw murmured, keeping his voice low. 

Quiethowl shook her head. "No, I feel her intentions are pure," the blue she-cat purred as Risingsky gave a small sigh. There would be no way the duo could convince the Listener otherwise once her mind was made up. "Then why not, I suppose," the Speaker shrugged while Fidgetclaw shuffled his paws anxiously. Quiethowl gave a small smile before turning back to Furzetuft. "Could you take us to where you think your friend may be?" she inquired before the tortoiseshell began to lead them further into the territory.

[ 276 words ]

-- cats on patrol
Quiethowl | She/Her | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Risingsky | She/Her | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Fidgetclaw | He/Him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

-- custom predators / prey
N/A

-- level 0
experience: 38

-- items in inventory used
N/A

-- active quests:
quest #1

-- opted in to death?
No

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

herb | x0
herb | x0
herb | x0

[Thani]

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Tansy ⚚ She/Her
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Verum ⚚ She/Her
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Mallow ⚚ She/Her
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That damned rabbit hole broke concentration on what would have been another hour of her mind being invaded by the ever lovely Caulli. Huffing in frustration even still minutes after, she decided enough was enough. Either forgiveness would come in time or she and Caulli would simply drift apart. She silently hoped for the former. There was simply no use dwelling on what happened and they were out here putting their lives on the line for the camp…she needed to pull it together. Otherwise everything she was worried about wouldn’t even matter.

“Listen, I know that now may not be a good time, but look…” Verum scooped up the items found and pulled the rabbit into her mouth, placing it inside a satchel on her side. It was large but she was used to carrying such heavy things. “You need to get it together, because if we are right and the outsiders have found a way to advance their powers…or whatever you wanna call them. You might not make it back to your sweet cauli.” She then took a paw and slapped it on the back of Tansy’s head.
“So liven up and pay attention, I’m…I’m sure things will be alright.” She did her best to sound sincere but softness was never something she was good at, and whether or not her words made a difference didn’t matter as Tansy immediately sighed and looked upwards.

“Right, I know I know…so let's just quickly go over what we know. Maybe something will stand out…”

The three found a spot in a small clearing amidst some trees to rest up after walking for so long, Mallow looked downright exhausted after flying around for so long looking for signs of another tired flyer. As far as they knew now, no signs of anyone wildshaping had been present. They might have just been regular birds.

“Mallow. You know this better than anyone but..how soon do they start to tire? Your wings I mean.” Tansy would ask, trying to piece together more information.

“Oh gosh..um…I guess after an hour they really start to weigh down on me, almost begging me to land. And by the time I land it’s really hard to not just transform back….Why? Do you think it would be the same for them? We can’t be sure….” Mallow looked a little unsure, thinking that it might not matter as she was just a small Pigeon and those they were “tracking” were larger hawks and the like.

“I feel like we are just running in circles…What we need is for one of them to just…I don’t know! Show themselves or something!” Verum huffed, flicking her tail into a nearby bush as she paced back and forth in front of the other two.
“They have never shied away from a fight! So why now? It’s so annoying…It’s like they ARE hiding something.”

“It won’t do us any good to get angry, Verum…I get it. It’s not very comforting that we have found nothing..normally it would be nice but this…this just feels weird.”

A sudden rustle in the bushes about 30 feet away startled them all out of their conversation, Verum quickly springing into action in front of the other two as Ruff n’ Tuff barked loudly in the general direction, followed by a low and steady growl as they waited for whatever it was to emerge from the brush.

What came out, however, was not something any of them were expecting. A small, green squirrel crawled out from the bushes, battered and bruised and once it fully emerged it collapsed onto the ground, in the clearing. And in a small puff of magic, what was once a green squirrel was now a kit, passed out and visibly hurt.

Mallow went to immediately help but Verum moved to stand in front of her, shaking her head slowly as she kept eyes on the kit in front of them.
In a small, hushed voice she said “No..it's one of theirs. Don’t go near it.”

“Verum it's a KIT, we can’t just turn our backs, that's not a warrior!” Mallow would argue, her voice raising to contest verum’s.

“I don’t care! Better it to die now then… before it can grow up and become a problem.” She went to push past Mallow and Tansy, expecting them to follow her and ignore the dying kit under the brush.

“Tansy, say something..come on you know we can’t leave it…” Tansy just looked at Mallow in response to that, shaking her head slightly with a saddened expression.

“Do what you want, Mallow, but that's an outsider. Kit or not it's the enemy and we can’t help it. Verum’s right.”

Verum and Tansy continued to move away, now going towards the direction the kit came from, something about there maybe being an outsider group somewhere nearby. Mallow couldn’t help but stay behind, contemplating what she would do..what she COULD do to help.

“I’m going to regret this….but I’m sorry Verum, I can’t just leave them…” She would pick the kit up by the scruff and place them on top of Ruff n’ Tuff, making sure it wouldn’t fall off and then made her way back towards camp, she would catch up with the other two in the morning…once the kit got to safety and she could have Cauli look at them.


Meanwhile, Tansy and Verum continued on, easily picking up a trail of outsider prints not too far from where they found the kit. “Finally…now we can find out where they are hiding out." Verum looked towards Tansy, eyes narrowing.

"You ready for this?”






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Lost Survivors
Last Explore Post | Last Response Received (These are placeholder links. First explore post!)

Soft Howl raised his head, static in his brain. A ringing noise echoed in his ears as he stumbled to his paws. What had just happened? For a moment, he was lost. But then he opened his eyes. Immediately, he saw the devastation of his forest home. His group must have scattered, as no cat scent was near, except his own. Of course, the tom thought. A hurricane must have torn through here. Gingerly sniffing the air once more, Soft Howl confirmed his suspicions. Hurriedly, he checked his pelt, relieved to only find minor scratches. Taking a long stretch, the tom cleared the static in his mind as he started to pad forward. He must find his group, or die, the tom thought silently. A branch snapped by his paws, and a bird flew into the sky. "So soon?" The tom chuckled, trying to lighten his mood. "We just met!" He meowed, padding on.

Skirting yet another fallen tree, Soft Howl hissed and stepped back. He could already smell the rancid scent of decay. With a worried look, the cat carefully approached the stench.

He wished he hadn't.

Ahead of him was his friend. Watery Light of Youthful Sea. But they were clearly dead. (Will not go into detail, but he was found by crows hours ago). Soft Howl let out an agonized cry of anguish, rushing forward and scaring the flock of carrion eaters away. Tears flooded the tom's cheeks as he moved beside his fallen comrade. "Watery Light..." The tom paused, choking up.

The majority of the afternoon was spent covering his friend with soil and mulch. Soft Howl sat vigil for another hour, before breaking the silence. "Watery Light, may you seek the Safe Haven and thrive among them." With a quiet sigh, the chief padded away, head down, tail drooping, and tears falling.

With a heavy heart, the tom knew he had to hunt, and so he did. He solemnly walked from the grave, scenting the air as he went. An owl hooted at the cat as he walked farther, until he could scent a familiar scent. Pausing to drink the air, he smelt another beside the obvious scent of mouse. Ignoring the tantalizing prey, the chief followed the sound of sluggish water. He pondered whether the scent was one of his scouts, or his catchers? It was obvious they were here recently, and has eaten, as directed by the ragged mess of feathers. With a little push, the tom trotted forward, towards a sleek river, hoping to find his group member, or at least their trail.

-- cats on patrol
Soft Howl of Echoing Forest | He/Him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

-- custom predators / prey
https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=123&t=4566186&p=141696184&hilit=PREY#p141696184

-- level 0
experience: 0

-- items in inventory used
N/A

-- active quests:
N/A

-- opted in to death?
No

-- 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 | x0
herb | x0
herb | x0

[Vivika]

✦ THE SHATTERED ECHOES !!

xxxxxxx⊰ winglessseraph ✦ clan archive ✦ last post ⊱

Something about the stranger’s laugh invited her close.

A lilting lullaby that pulled the avians from their gatherings and spurred the little critters from their daydreams of the past night’s slumber. Like moons lost in a planet’s orbit, they seemed to still. Spellbound. (+2FP mouse, +2FP mouse, +1 stick)

If anyone could be borne of starlight and moondust, it’d be her. A stranger seeking a lost friend. But even then, Quiethowl didn’t miss the discordant note ━ the faltering key to her song.

“She should be around here. My friend… she’s quite the traveller. A wanderer that never really settled.” The stranger’s tail swished, syncing with the breeze fluttering through twirling maples and elms. “She claims to follow the wind. The westerlies, the easterlies ━ it’s all another language to me. But I’ve never known her to miss a meeting. It’s just so unlike- oh. Oh no.”

The tang of copper and rust set her nose alight.

And it was enough to guide her. Her, the stranger and the rest of the patrol. Guided by the stench of a trail marred with the bitter taste of peril, a trail marked with a danger song of crisp, callous silence. A silence only punctuated with the storm of rushing pawsteps and the faint, dwindling cry of a windchime.

A windchime belonging to a wincing form, tainted with the stench of copper and rust.

“Marietta?” Furzetuft slid, dust blooming into a cloud around her as she neared. “Stars, y-you’re hurt.”


✦ The patrol has found Furzetuft's friend! Unfortunately, Marietta is injured from a fall </3 She requires
one herb (any type) to heal! Does the patrol help her out or decline to return patrolling? ✦

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xx↳ quiethowl (0% hunger), risingsky (0% hunger),
xx.xfidgetclaw (0% hunger)

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[Vivika]

✦ LOST SURVIVORS !!

x⊰ terracotta tone ✦ archive ✦ last post ⊱

The hum of static never seemed to leave.

And as if a beast of liquid mercury, the silver waters glared at him, gaze empty ━ void of pity or empathy. Instead, it chugged along, a machine of monochrome colors, pushing a lifeless form along with with it. Belly-up and bobbing. (+2FP frog)

Just like-

Shaking his head, he swallowed, tamping down the bile that threatened to flood his nostrils. He couldn’t lose it. Not now, not ever. Forcing his chin up, he pushed aside the remnants of the storm’s ire. Ebony feathers plucked clean. Broken and bruised branches. Shards of scattered skeletons. His nose twitched as he angled it high, then low. Where were they?

But no one answered.

At least… not in the way he’d dreamed. Through the haze of static and endless silver, a soft chirp slipped through. Gentle, melodic and perhaps… a touch forlorn, even. In a twist of rouge and muted browns, a little songbird slid from the shadows, feathers a soft kiss against his cheek as it deposited a gift at his paws. (+1 burdock root)

And as soon as it came, it left as if cursed to remain in the shadows. If it weren’t for the gift, perhaps the bird had never been there at all. A delusion derived from wishful thinking, spun into a fantasy. But one thing stayed constant.

For the hum of static never seemed to leave.
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xx↳ two free posts left!
xx.xsoft howl (0% hunger)

✦ xp earnings (death opt in; no)
xx↳ +30XP for writing, +10XP for patrol sent
xx.x+2XP for prey, +1XP for herbs
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xx.x+1 burdock root

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xxxx✦ notes; hello hello! welcome to explore! i love the premise of your lore, oh my goodness <333 one lil note (v easily missed
xxxxdw <3), but for future explore post(s) ─ make sure to sneak your word count in somewhere! ^^


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[WinglessSeraph]

The Shattered Echoes
Last Explore Post | Last Response Received

The scent of metal became overbearing to the patrol as they quickly caught up to Furzetuft. The poor cat laid weakly before them, an obvious injure in one of her legs. Fidgetclaw rushed forward towards Marietta, gently inspecting the wanderer with his nose and tail. "This leg needs to be binded," the tom turned to Risingsky while keeping his tail on the injured leg. "Look for a sturdy stick." 

The Speaker nodded her head before diving into the brush. It only took the she-cat a moment to find a suitable stick for the Healer, quickly exiting the brush and passing the stick to Fidgetclaw. As the Healer binded Marietta's leg with vines and the stick, the familiar scent of clanmates flooded their nostrils. Twin coal colored pelts emerged from the forest, mice swinging from their jaws. 

"Didn't expect to run into you all," Crowstep chuckled, slipping out of the brush while his brother did the same. The tom's chuckle quickly faded as his gaze turned to Fidgetclaw, Furzetuft, and Marietta. His fur bristled slightly at the smell of blood that tinged his nose. Ravenwhisper ran his tail across his brother's side soothingly before stepping towards Risingsky and Quiethowl. 

Risingsky pressed her cheek against her mate's, looking to him with wide eyes. "Who are these two?" Ravenwhisper murmured, casting his gaze over. "That's Furzetuft," the Speaker flicked her tail towards the worry-stricken tortoiseshell. "And that's her friend, not sure about her name." The duo watched as Fidgetclaw stood and stepped away from Marietta. 

The tom stood for a moment, his back facing the other cats. There was no way he could leave this cat here, even if she stayed with Furzetuft there was significant chance for infection and the loss of her leg. "I think we need to take her back to camp," the Healer sighed, looking to his clanmates while his tail anxiously swaying behind him. "I need other herbs to make sure this doesn't get infected." He turned to Furzetuft. "Would that be okay with you?"

[ 337 words ]

-- cats on patrol
Quiethowl | She/Her | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Risingsky | She/Her | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Fidgetclaw | He/Him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Ravenwhisper | He/Him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Crowstep | He/Him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

-- custom predators / prey
N/A

-- level 0
experience: 78

-- items in inventory used
Stick x1

-- active quests:
quest #1

-- opted in to death?
No

-- inventory
Mouse | 2 FP | x2
Owl | 4 FP | x1

Stick | x1

[Swishy & Broken]

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The season has changed in explore !

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“You two sure do want a big family huh? I mean nothing against it! It’s lovely you want to have a big family. Kittens bring life into the clan!” Piketail explained with a small and nervous laugh. That got a large chuckle from the fluffy she-cat who happily motioned the tom to sit down beside her. “I’ve always wanted a large family myself. I love hanging around the kittens they’re all so playful and caring and they’re the future of our clan. I know Dragonfruit is also a great father. He loves our little ones. He’s taught them all well.” Hollyheart purred. “A large family though? I mean I love being a warrior… don’t you miss being outside when you’re raising the kits?” The she cat thought for a second before chuckling and sighed, “course I do but let me tell you, once the little ones are walking they tire you out just as fast as if you were on a patrol. If you ever have kits one day you’ll realize just how tiring they are.” She chuckled and gave the smaller tom a friendly nuzzle. “Let’s head back now. The others should be awake.”

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The two strangers had decided to stay the night just to have a secure place to sleep and rest up. It was a nice night, safe and sound… the cats had woken up the moment Hollyheart and Piketail had returned. “And may I ask… where have you two been?” Bullheart mumbled with a little yawn. “Just taking a little morning walk! It’s such a nice day today. Man I’m sure gonna miss how lovely the scenery is in the next few days. We’re just going uphill now right?” The silver tom responded. Bullheart nodded and slowly got up after a few and stretched. “Mhm, the middle peak is close. Right over there by that mountain. It’s peeking through the trees see?” The chocolate tom chuckled before sighing and replied, “I might be swappin groups when we get there. No offense to any of you guys of course but I think it would be good to see new faces. You all as well.”

The group soon said goodbye to their temporary friends before they began to move once again. A new group huh? A new set of faces would be nice… a small gust of wind tickled their whiskers. A nice breeze to accompany them. The smell of flowers and the forest and… other… cats? No, those weren’t from the second group… Dragonfruit took notice of the new scent and stopped. The rest of the group looked back curiously. “Hun, what did you scent? Should we be cautious?” Hollyheart asked before she was silenced by the tom’s tail. “Rouges… are we close by the borders?” They asked in a whisper. Piketail hopped into action and scented around the ground… “kinda… it’s faint but it’s close by. Why? What’s wrong?”

“… rouges… come on. We ain’t no cowards here. I know I’ve been stuck up with our timing but in no way am I letting us possibly get hurt by rouges. We’re going to take them out before they can get to us.” They snapped and stormed into the direction the scent came from. The other four looked nervous and awaited to see who’d follow… Firestrike took a deep breath and with a puffed out chest, he followed his father’s paw steps and held his head up high. They were right this clan wasn’t made up of cowards. They stood by their ground and their land and will defend it at all cost. Might as well get rid of the rogues now because what happens if they manage to make their way to camp when they could have stopped them here? Plus… this would be a great way to prove to his father everything. He was a good apprentice he was worth training he would be a fine warrior and surpass his clanmates and he’d be even stronger than his own father… he had promised himself since he was seven moons he would take the chance if it presented itself. Well, looks like it’s here on a silver platter.

The rest of the cats followed with just as must confidence. The five cats crouched low to the ground and kept their tails straight up. Their senses were heightened awaiting for any sign of movement and maybe a smell that could tell them how many rogues there were. “Now I want you all to be careful alright. If there are more then us we won’t be having fun tonight. Same goes for if they’re stronger than us but I believe we have a great chance. 3 of us are rather bulky and 2 are speedy.” Bullheart whispered softly. Dragonfruit signaled with their tail for everyone to halt… all of course except Firestrike again. Just once he wanted to be the hero. He’s messed up so many times and missed so many chances on this trip so far he just wants to do something. He’ll lead the attack and he’ll lead the charge. He was a good fighter and fast. No rogues would ever see him coming. He was gonna do this for him and all of his patrol and the clan. Yes… yes he’d be the savior for the first time ever.

“Firestrike! Fire get your tail back over here!” Hollyheart whispered a snap at the young tom but he ignored her. He just kept moving forward and sniffing out wherever the scent will lead him. He wasn’t a coward and would stop he would face them head on and destroy them! He was tough and powerful he was the best! His father better be watching… “Get your son Dragonfruit!” Bullheart also snapped trying to keep his voice down. “Your boy is gonna get himself seriously injured! We don’t know how many rogues there are and he’s moving along like he can take them all down in a single claw strike!” The pink cat watched their son keep moving. They growled before taking a deep breath in and out… and also kept moving forward.

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★ - NOTES - ★
n/a !!

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★ level 5
experience: 431/650

★ items in inventory used
x9 lizards (split)
x3 finch (split)

★ active quests:
quest 1

★ opted in to death?
yes/no

★ custom predators / prey
link here

★ prey
mice | 1 FP | x4
squirrel | 1 FP | x0
rat | 1 FP | x0
lizard | 1 FP | x3
hare | 2 FP | x2
finch | 2 FP | x2
minnow | 2 FP | x2
crow | 3 FP | x3
bass| 4 FP | x2
deer | 5 FP | x4
ram | 5 FP | x0

★ herbs
Bindweed | x1
Borrage | x1
Bright Eye | x1
Burdock Root | x1
Catchweed | x2
Chamomile | x1
Chervil | x1
Chickweed | x2
Daisyleaf | x2
Dock | x2
Elder Leaves | x2
Feverfew | x1
Foxglove Seeds | x1
Goldenrod | x2
Honey | x2
Lavender | x2
Poppy Seeds | x3
Sweet-Sedge | x1
Tormentil | x1
Wild Garlic | x1
Willow Leaves | x1
Yarrow | x1

★ - PATROL - ★

Piketail

he/him
hp | 100
hup | 0
sick | N

Dragonfruit

he/they
hp | 100
hup | 0
sick | N

Hollyheart

she/her
hp | 100
hup | 0
sick | N

Bullheart

he/him
hp | 100
hup | 0
sick | N

Firestrike

he/they
hp | 100
hup | 0
sick | N

Name

xx/xx
hp | --
hup | --
sick | --

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Lost Survivors
Last Explore Post | Last Response Received

Was it an illusion? A moment of insanity amongst the humming of his brain? Soft Howl was not sure. He had scooped up the frog with outstretched claws, numbly hiding it under damp earth, but that bird... It confused him. Why was it there? It had left a gift, and then glided away with a little chirp, feathers brushing his cheek.

Perhaps it was a missing spirit, clawing it's way to the Haven. Perhaps it was a coincidence. But whatever the strange occurrence was, it had left an impression on the tabby. While he pondered, he mindlessly sniffed the gift. It was fresh, and strongly smelled of the den where the Herbalist's worked. It must have some use to him. Shaking his head, trying to dislodge the fuzzy memories, he was sure he should know... Regardless, he hurriedly stored it, sure it was of use to him.

Much like Watery Light-

A wave of grief crashed over him, sending him off of his paws. A whimper, to a yowl, remorse louder than thunder, his fur feeling like a burden. The tom crouched, gasping for air, eyes wide as he shook.

What was happening to him? His memories, distinct at parts, but a blur at others. Was he succumbing to the perils he had once tiptoed? He let out another agonized yowl as static filled his brain, tumbling him into the river. Cool water swamped his senses, flooding his nose. Soft Howl covered his ears, trying to stop the whispers of those he was sure he knew. Water invaded his lungs, and he felt his side hit a rock. Kicking against it, the tom surfaced, coughing. To his embarrassment, he was only a few tree trunks away from when he had fallen in. Crawling out of the pitiful river, Soft Howl heaved his sodden pelt toward the forest.

Deserting his senses, his thoughts crowding in on him, unsteady paws carried the chief to a fallen pine. Curling up under it's branches, the tom groomed the water from his fur. All was quiet now, outside of the fallen branches, and inside his own head. "I can't go on like this. I need to sleep- Oh, my group. I am sorry. Please find a way to survive for even another sunrise..."

Soft Howl lowered his head atop his paws, curling his tail over his nose. He hoped, wished, that the morning would fix his dreadful encounter. Slowly, his eyes drooped shut. All of that night, and most of the morning, was spent in a fitful rest.

{423 Words}

(I am so glad to finally be able to explore! Poor lad got injured, in the noggin so pretty bad, and spiritual stuff ooo- but he'll be okay, just not like himself for a while. Wheeeeee character development! Also, I don't expect much to happen this explore post, only maybe a dream, idk, go ham! :3)

-- cats on patrol
Soft Howl of Echoing Forest | He/Him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

-- custom predators / prey
https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=123&t=4566186&p=141696184&hilit=PREY#p141696184

-- level 0
experience: Level 0 (43/100XP)

-- items in inventory used
N/A

-- active quests:
N/A

-- opted in to death?
No

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

Burdock Root | x1
herb | x0
herb | x0