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Post by phantomstars on Nov 3, 2022 5:30:59 GMT
PhantomStarss Date River 8, 2021| nameVulture, kestrel, and Hawk, walked across the moors. Vulture had led the small group, while a dozy hawk and practically asleep kestrel followed a little ways behind. The sun barely crept over the horizon, very few birds chirping. Vulture had insisted they both come hunting with him, despite the rude awakening- before the sun had even rose-they both had agreed to come.
Kestrel and hawk dragged their feet, hawk a little less than kestrel. Kestrel was leaning on hawk. Kestrel was like this the whole trip, trying to use hawk as a bed as he buried his face into Hawks shoulder.
"Aw, come on kestrel. Liven' up abit" hawk offered a soft smile "We get the freshest kill if we come, besides you need some hunting practice" Hawk gave him a light shove, to try and wake him up.
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Post by Riley on Nov 4, 2022 7:44:23 GMT
This was a betrayal. A betrayal of the highest order. Kestrel didn't think they'd recover from this. This utter betrayal. Because that's what it was. Kestrel thought Vulture was his FRIEND. Kestrel thought of Vulture as a BROTHER. And he'd thought Vulture thought the same, but clearly Kestrel was wrong.
Because clearly the only reason Hawk would drag him from his nest before the sun was even up was to torture him. Kestrel blearily followed after his two friends, still blinking sleep from his eyes and paws heavier than stone. More than once Kestrel's head had found Hawk's shoulder in a vain attempt to get some more winks of sleep.
Vulture wasn't the only traitor though. Hawk was far too cheery this early in the morning, even going so far as to shove him in an attempt to wake him up. Kestrel simply tripped over his own paws and hit the ground. It was more of a 'thump' than a 'thud', nothing too harsh, but Kestrel didn't wanna get up either way. "I'm dead. Here lies Kestrel, dead because he was woken up too early. Go on, go without me! Leave me for the carrion eaters! Remember me as I was, not how I am!"
With an audible 'bleh', Kestrel closed his eyes and let his tongue hang out, muscles completely relaxing. One might say it was too early in the morning for theatrics but Kestrel would disagree. There was never a wrong time for a dramatic fake death!
Solaris phantomstars
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Post by Solaris on Nov 10, 2022 4:03:46 GMT
River 8, 2021 | Riley phantomstarsVulture quieted the two cats with a loud shush! Distantly, he heard the distinctive tapping of a woodpecker. He craned his neck, sniffing the surrounding air for the slightest of hint of prey-scent. As was his father’s habit, he woke up at daybreak to catch their breakfast. He always said that morning food tasted the best. If only Kestrel agreed.
“The whole forest can hear you two,” said Vulture. He let out a low grumble in another unsuccessful attempt at finding prey. “You’re scaring them all off. That’s why we can’t find any squirrels.”
Vulture’s idea may have been mouse-brained… slightly... Okay, with all the complaining he received about the about what kind of breakfast he caught (chipmunks didn’t taste that bad!), he wanted Hawk and Kestrel to understand and appreciate his efforts. And also, maybe, Vulture wanted some company around. But he wouldn’t admit that. Especially not to Hawk, whom he was definitely not staring at.
After witnessing Kestrel trip over his own paws, Vulture rolled his eyes and padded over. Prodding Kestrel’s flank with his muzzle, he sighed, “”Kestrel, quit being so dramatic. You’ll literally be fine. If you want scraps by the time Hawk and I find food, then you can stay right here.”
Above, a crow cawed across the clouds, falling to Vulture’s ears like mocking laughs. Its awful screeches grated the insides of his fur, and though he would have liked to seize the bird from the mouse-brained sky, it was too far beyond his reach. So, he settled for scanning the moorland landscapes for a potential hunting ground.
“Now, where should we head to next…?”
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Post by phantomstars on Nov 11, 2022 13:42:49 GMT
Date River 8, 2021| name Hawk couldn't help giggle at kestrels display, it was over dramatic sure, but still funny.
"Vulture could have worded it abit nicer, and as funny as it is, he has a point."
Hawk said, looking do at the tom. He grabbed kestrel scruff and lightly tugged him up. Making sure kestrel was on his feet before he backed away some.
"I mean, unless you what scraps that is." Hawk turned to vulture.
“Now, where should we head to next…?” Vulture asked, as hawk smelled.
"I smell some birds north, that's the only thing I'm really getting."
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Post by Solaris on Nov 25, 2022 4:03:55 GMT
River 8, 2021 | Riley phantomstars He rolled his eyes at Kestrel’s response. “Ah, you’ll get over this.”
His tail brushed against the nearby undergrowth as he thought over their next course of action. Then—an idea came to him bright as day. “If your issue is that you’re too tired to chase after after a grouse, then Hawk and I can do the running instead. All you have to do is wait for it to come and then pounce. It’ll be less work compared to catching multiple lapwings, and there are three of us. I’m sure we can cover any escape routes for this grouse.”
He nosed against Hawk’s shoulder, smiling. “What do you think?”
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Post by phantomstars on Dec 2, 2022 2:24:40 GMT
Date River 8, 2021| name @solaris Riley Vulture nosed his shoulder, smiling up at hawk. Hawk giggled lightly, the gesture made him feel warm a fuzzy.
"What do you think?" Vulture asked.
"Oh, uhm.." He looked between the two, he guessed he was the deciding factor in this. He never really liked picking sides. Hawk hummed in thought, vulture idea seemed better overall, but if they went after lapwings it might encourage kestrel more. Hawk wrapped his tail around his paws.
"Vultures idea seems better," hawk said.
"are you alright with that kestrel?" He added, abit quietly.
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Post by Solaris on Jan 2, 2023 22:16:29 GMT
River 8, 2021 | Riley phantomstars Picking up the smell of the grouse once again, Vulture thought over what their next move should. “Our next order of business shoulder be locating where this grouse is, and how we can trap it into a corner to make it easier to catch…”
Sure enough, he found the grouse unsuspectingly pecking at the ground, previously hidden by a round bush. Then he gave a quick scan of their surroundings, trying to find a natural corner fenced off by shrubbery. Though hunting in the shrubs would slow their movement, it also meant less opportunities for the grouse to run off. And it also meant less running, which was a bonus for Kestrel.
His pale eyes narrowed in on a semicircle of shrubs facing a pointy rock that was around the same height as the grouse. The distance between the rock and shrubs was wide enough to fit a cat. It wasn’t quite the corner he was looking for, but he was sure it would do. Vulture turned to his friends and gestured with his long tail, “The plan is that we try and force the grouse over to one side of the shrubs by that rock, while you, Kestrel, wait on the other side.”
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