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Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Jan 21, 2008 20:29:42 GMT -5
"Nice catch," Pinestorm called softly, and pretended to drop into the hunter's crouch once more. What he actually wanted to do was watch the two apprentices, so that he could get a better understanding of their skills. Particularly Strawberrypaw's; she hadn't been in the Clan for very long, but Seamist had commented to him that her hunting skills were satisfactory. Let's see how you two do...he thought curiously.
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Post by </cloudii> on Jan 21, 2008 20:47:12 GMT -5
Swallowsong saw what her mate was doing and quickly scraped some earth over her catch and crouched down to watch the apprentices. Her amber gaze was particularly drawn to her own apprentice, Windpaw, since she hadn't been training for too long, and she was quite clumsy at times. ((it that okii))
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Post by [Hea]ther[/sky] on Feb 2, 2008 19:04:12 GMT -5
Windpaw glanced at the new apprentice, grinning warmly. "Of cou-" She started to say loudly, but cut herself off when Pinestorm spoke. Grinning cheekily as her mentor mentioned her not saying she was allowed to go hunting when she really wasn't, Windpaw nodded in mock sternness. "Of course not, Swallowsong." There was at least some conviction in her words, though she couldn't be held to it. Watching Strawberrypaw, her whiskers quivered excitedly in anticipation of showing off her hunting abilities.
Scrabbling her paws for a second, she started to run off, but winced as she realized that if she did that she would definitely be chided for it. So instead, she crouched, her lean brown-and-white body blending in easily with the background. Windpaw opened her jowls, scenting the air, and after a few seconds she scented squirrel. Drawing herself forwards, pawstep by pawstep, eagerness for the hunt dilated her bright blue eyes, and her tail twitched ever-so-slightly. Perhaps her haunches were a little too high for her to be considered in the completely proper hunting crouch, but she caught sight of the small gray squirrel, and couldn't be persuaded to stop.
Waggling her rump, she skittered forwards just as the squirrel seemed to scent her, and landed clumsily in the undergrowth. One would assume that the lean brown-and-white apprentice would be a bit better at hunting, but that wasn't her stronger suit. The gray squirrel flicked its tail at her as she landed sharply on the ground right in front of it. It was already running, but in a last-ditch effort to redeem herself, Windpaw kicked forwards, wrenching the ground with her small but sharp claws and hooked the claws of her left forepaw on the prey. Her claws were snagged in its long, furry tail.
Righting herself quickly now that she had a grip on it, the apprentice shook her ruffled fur, grinning. Not in the least self-conscious, she batted its neck with the other paw and ended its life quickly. It had let out a tiny muffled squeak before she ended it, but Windpaw assumed it wasn't enough to allow the other animals around to the cats' prescence. Picking up the squirrel, Windpaw hoisted it proudly to where her mentor was crouched, scratching out a hole in the ground and placing the gray furry body down into it. She beamed; successful on the first catch, if a bit ungraceful.
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Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Feb 3, 2008 16:49:41 GMT -5
Pinestorm nodded at Swallowsong, somewhat impressed. Sure, she was a tad clumsy, but Windpaw had the makings of a great hunter. "You have a fine apprentice," he murmured, amber eyes flashing with jealousy and amusement. He wanted an apprentice with a burning passion; even since before he left the Clan, he had always wanted to know the satisfaction of training a young cat from a kit into a full-fledged warrior. For StarClan's sake, he'd give all of his whiskers to have one! Pushing the thoughts from his head, he sighed. Or st least, he almost did, before he caught himself. Honestly, he berated himself. You call yourself a warrior? You could've scared off some prey! Taking care to make as little noise as possible, he stretched luxuriously and swiped his tongue around his mouth. Watching Windpaw hunt had made his muscles cramp, and so he decided to catch some more prey. Quickly, he pinpointed a thrush hiding behind a bush. Carefully, he crept over to where it sat, grooming itself contentedly, and sprang, his large paws catching it squarely between them.
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