Stress ball | tagged Apr 30, 2022 17:09:35 GMT -6
Post by captain on Apr 30, 2022 17:09:35 GMT -6
Modifications: stats, -2 after critical
Scars: Ask for permission before scarring? Yah
BRY of W&&R, ADOX, and WW
Something was coming. Icesong could feel the chills along her back despite the mid-day heat. Without realizing it, she found her way to the LichenClan border. A dull mummer in the back of her head reminded Icesong that she was wasting herbs again. Back in camp, Orchidshade would be meticulously counting herbs, making due with what she had and stretching the use of each dried leaf by cutting it into small pieces. Bouncepaw depiste his normal pep, might have been affected by it too. He could be running out, searching the forest top to bottom in an attempt to find whatever sprouts they could. It was comming. Like a looming threat over their heards, they prepared for the worst. No one knew when Minnowstar would strike next, but it was clear cats would die soon. It was a futile cycle of violence that even Icesong feared they could never get out of.
A scent caught her nose, and Icesong turned quickly. She starred cooly at the ashen tom. She faintly remembered overhearing Oaktalon talk about a grey LichenClan tom he faced in battle. Was this him? Without thinking, Icesong lept forward swiping out a clawed paw. When she hit nothing, Icesong backed off.
"You." She bit her toungue before she could demmand he explain what Minnowstar was planning. No, they couldn't give up what little advantage they had. "What are you up to, LichenClanner?"
Wolfie for Ashfrost
Attack move: swipe
Attack Roll: xBbyDa4Z1d20+4
Damage Roll: -
Character HP: 651d20+4·1d12+5