it's time to begin, isn't it — open, hunting patrol!

[sunrise skater kid.]

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when, given a task, lucky was quick to complete it. he didn't want to seem irresponsible or incapable, so immediately after one of the others mentioned hunting, he decided to lead a patrol. after all, he knew the area better than any of the new arrivals. this could serve as a mini tour as well!

the great pyrenees climbed atop a large outcropping of rock with little struggle. shaking his fur out, he turned towards the crowd of animals milling about. "hey, does anyone wanna join me for a bit of hunting?" he called lightly. he almost felt like he was intruding, and sunk down a bit after his voice had rang out.

suddenly he had a thought. what if nobody joined him? jeez, that would be embarrassing. he'd probably run to the opposite side of the mountain, blushing all the while. he shook his head- why think negative? there was prey to catch.

[spoiler=･ﾟ✧  dizzy]
IF I COULD I'D TRADE — ✧  general
oliver knight & cismale (he/him) & goes by 'lucky'
twenty three months & birthday is january second

MY HEART FOR A SECOND BRAIN — ✧  appearance
mental health: 78% / physical health: 98%
long, wavy white fur
big and fluffy
dark eyes, nose, and mouth
big paws, floppy ears, and upward curling tail
[ — & important marks ] none yet

I WISH I WAS AS BRAVE — ✧  personality
traits: friendly, outgoing, bright, loud, sweet, affectionate, anxious, skittish, warm, hard-working, ambitious, clever, witty, appeasing, happy.
[— & quirks + habits] tail chasing, bouncing on his toes, psychoanalyzing
[— & mental disorders]none!

AS MY LAST NAME SUGGESTS— ✧  relationships & interaction
homosexual + homoromantic & single & pm sunny for plotting !
medium difficulty & not trained, just big
attack in bold white
won't kill & won't torture & may humanely capture[/spoiler]

[ROMAN V.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]Ten knew that the moment she spoke up, she had put great pressure on herself to do somehting relatively helpful. Of course, this wasn't negative – just a bit daunting. She would lead her own patrol in time, she was extremely close to doing it moments ago, but then she realized: she didn't know a thing about the geography of the mountain. It was something that had slipped her mind, which is concerning considering that she was about to lead a group of strangers into the unknown. It would be extremely uncool of her to do that, but still, she wanted to help.

As if it were fate, Ten's attention was caught by the crisp voice of Lucky. Her motley ears perked up, and soon she was bounding over to the older canine. Lucky. That was who he had introduced himself as. He appeared nice enough, very friendly and outgoing, which is probably part of why Ten came to him so quickly. "I'll come with you! I'm Astraltendencies, by the way, but call me Ten!"

[greyson]

Frankly, the bird had yet to care enough about the situation of the land animals but having found himself in their murmurs and messy organisation, Henri almost had a complete change of heart. He figured something like this would benefit him in the long run and the avian decided to keep a close eye on the canine that seemed overly enthused to have company. He liked the dog, he wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea and think that Henri only opted to pay attention to the canine because he thought he was foolish or something. He, more or less, found him interesting to listen and watch. And so, as a result, the kestrel landed squarely onto the ground and ruffled his wings. His beak parted slightly, as if about to speak, but clamped it shut when Astraltendencies spoke up. Oh dear, he had almost missed the much larger entity. He guessed he had the bad habit of spacing out mid flight. "I'm happy to hunt with you as well," he said, stretching his left wing comfortably. "The name's Henri."

[spoiler=tags]GENERAL
henri / cisgender male / no alliance / adult

APPEARANCE
american kestrel / reference 1 / reference 2
• Henri is who one would recognise to be a stunning specimen with a body consisting mainly of honey brown feathers and well defined black speckles. He is painted in a grey-ish blue over his wings and head, and white feathers colour the sides of his face. Henri's black feathers outline his most prominent features, the tips of his wings and his tail. When he spreads his wings, it can be seen that white specs flatter his wingspan in a glorious fashion.

[color=#000]BATTLE
• underline Henri's name if attacking
• physically &. mentally medium-easy
• will most likely fly away from battle than engage[/spoiler]

[recyling]

[align=center][div style="width:400px; text-align: justify; "]Angelpaw stood on the sidelines, almost completly submerged in the shadows as he debated whether or not to join. Lucky was cheerful and bright, almost annoyingly so but hunting was hunting, even if he preferred to do it alone. He outwardly winced at Ten and Lucky's brightness as he made his way over but gradually let his face fall flat. "Angel." He said, curling his tail, letting it sweep the ground behind him. "I'm coming, too." Short and to the point. Hopefully it didn't invite conversation.

[bubbletea]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;"]from the moment bub had met this group, pulling together to conquer fear and loss and pain, he had been inspired by them to help. what use was his lingering around if he didn’t assist them? though he was largely incapable of some things, for many reasons, he honed in on the possible. the pup’s sense of smell was decent, and if he couldn’t hunt them directly, he could help track.

he drew his tongue over his teeth. a growl came from his stomach; he had begun eating solid food not long ago, and he had been too nervous to accept food for fear that one might lash out at him for depleting food sources. the mouse-sized child joined the mingling hunters, drawn towards them by the optimism in the air. ”i can help hunt!” amidst the declarations of joining, he piped up, offering his own skills, however little it was. as if to reinforce his statement, he displayed his sharp puppy claws, not dulled by growing and the rocky enviroment.

[merged stuff]

[align=center][div style="background=; border:0;font-size: 9.6pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.2; width: 350px"]revolutionarywar would eventually move over, trying to keep as much weight off his aching paws as he could. it had been a while since he had been in a legitimate hunting patrol, so he guesssed he should go, simply so he could get to know the others. "i guess i'll go. i'm revolutionarywar. you can call me rev or revolution if you'd like." he offered, long tail flicking slowly. the norwegian forest cat would slowly stretch, letting dull eyes scan over the small group. they looked capable enough, he guessed.

[recyling]

[align=center][div style="width:400px; text-align: justify; "]The group was growing bigger by the second. "We should go now." His eyes roved over the group, eyes flashing at what he saw. Two bright-eyed perky dogs, a kestrel, a one-month year old pup and a big norwegian. Well. Weren't they a sight. He lets out a soft huff before turning to Lucky, sweeping his tail behind him while an expectant look crossed his face. He was almost tempted to go off on his own but that just contradicted the point of huntng in a group, right?

[sunrise skater kid.]

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as the group grew, lucky felt his nerves fade away. with each new face, he wagged his tail, grinning as he introduced himself. he was so excited! so many new faces!

he cocked his head as he noticed the group was primarily composed of other dogs, with the exception of a cat- named rev and a bird named henri.

as angel spoke, lucky turned to face him. "yes, yes, you're right! let's get going guys!" he began to bound off, before realizing that some of the group had much shorter legs than he did. slowing down, he began to point out some of their surroundings.

"that there is one of my favorite rocks. it's directly in the sun, and so nice and warm! and over there is the big hole i dig in when i get bored. it's so muddy when it rains! i love it!" he seemed to bounce as he walked, full of energy and excitement.

he brought the group to a small cluster of trees before speaking again, though much quieter than before. "okay, i've caught lots of small critters through here, and just on the other side is a little stream if anyone has a hankering for voles or fish. we can split up if you want." after he finished, he sat down, tongue lolling out of his mouth. he waited for a reply, not really minding where he hunted or who it was with.


[spoiler=･ﾟ✧  dizzy]
IF I COULD I'D TRADE — ✧  general
oliver knight & cismale (he/him) & goes by 'lucky'
twenty three months & birthday is january second

MY HEART FOR A SECOND BRAIN — ✧  appearance
mental health: 78% / physical health: 98%
long, wavy white fur
big and fluffy
dark eyes, nose, and mouth
big paws, floppy ears, and upward curling tail
[ — & important marks ] none yet

I WISH I WAS AS BRAVE — ✧  personality
traits: friendly, outgoing, bright, loud, sweet, affectionate, anxious, skittish, warm, hard-working, ambitious, clever, witty, appeasing, happy.
[— & quirks + habits] tail chasing, bouncing on his toes, psychoanalyzing
[— & mental disorders]none!

AS MY LAST NAME SUGGESTS— ✧  relationships & interaction
homosexual + homoromantic & single & pm sunny for plotting !
medium difficulty & not trained, just big
attack in bold white
won't kill & won't torture & may humanely capture[/spoiler]

[recyling]

[align=center][div style="width:400px; text-align: justify; "]He followed after Lucky, letting his form blend in with the shadows naturally as he slunk forward; no point in using his powers until they were actually hunting. The tom's eyes follow where Lucky spoke about, right ear twitching as he half-smiled. Lucky was nice and he couldn't deny that it was nice to hear an animal so joyful after hearing all of the moanings back at camp.

What was Lucky's quiet voice was actually in a normal tone, but Angel wasn't going to comment. At the dog's final words, "Split up," easily left his muzzle without hesitation. He moved to the left, a direction away from the stream. They'd all catch more if they went on their own, anyways, and kept coming back to create a pill to take back.

Under the trees, mostly by himself, there's an easy shift in his behaviour and the expression on his face turns concentrated. His tense muscles uncoil as he glides across the forest floor, breathing in the smell of fresh leaves, fresh grass, fresh everything. This area was clearly healthy despite the destruction. The thin foliage even allowed him enough shadow for cover. It wasn't long before he'd scented a vole and caught the creature, killing it with a bite to the neck.

[sunrise skater kid.]

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lucky looked to angel as he spoke. "okay!" he barked, flinching at the volume. he'd forgotten he was trying to be quiet. oops. luckily the prey was used to noise. he was always bounding around noisily.

he looked to the rest of the group. "is anybody else going to join him in the trees?" he paused, allowing them to decide. he spoke again, "i'm gonna head down to the stream, you can follow me if you want!"

the big canine bumbled down the hill, paws flying every which way towards the banks of the small stream. he paused to take a quick drink of the cool water. lucky made eye contact with his reflection, smiling before smacking the water with his paw. he giggled as his reflection dissipated.

he finally turned back to the other, grinning in encouragement. he padded towards a hollow stump that he knew was home to some mice, sniffing loudly. finally he spotted one, lunging quickly. he hated to make the prey suffer, and was as quick as possible with the kill. he raised his head, victim in his mouth, in joy. he padded back to the bank and sat, waiting for the rest to gather.


[spoiler=･ﾟ✧  dizzy]
IF I COULD I'D TRADE — ✧  general
oliver knight & cismale (he/him) & goes by 'lucky'
twenty three months & birthday is january second

MY HEART FOR A SECOND BRAIN — ✧  appearance
mental health: 78% / physical health: 98%
long, wavy white fur
big and fluffy
dark eyes, nose, and mouth
big paws, floppy ears, and upward curling tail
[ — & important marks ] none yet

I WISH I WAS AS BRAVE — ✧  personality
traits: friendly, outgoing, bright, loud, sweet, affectionate, anxious, skittish, warm, hard-working, ambitious, clever, witty, appeasing, happy.
[— & quirks + habits] tail chasing, bouncing on his toes, psychoanalyzing
[— & mental disorders]none!

AS MY LAST NAME SUGGESTS— ✧  relationships & interaction
homosexual + homoromantic & single & pm sunny for plotting !
medium difficulty & not trained, just big
attack in bold white
won't kill & won't torture & may humanely capture[/spoiler]