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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 21, 2017 23:57:06 GMT -5
|| I am now on holiday break, so I will respond more often. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting.||
» RUFFLEFUR
"I enjoy the thrill," Rufflefur exclaimed. "That swim was fun. Too bad Flaxtrill noticed me and practically dragged me up. I could have done it on my own, because I am definitely skilled." The warrior tried to roll her eyes, but the scratches above them made it painful. However, she wasn't about to let it go and eventually succeeded.
Rufflefur thought about Nightleaf's second question. She didn't like sleeping, but the sharp sting from both the herbs and the wounds themselves weren't too pleasant. Nevertheless, she opted to keep her pride.
"Nah, that's okay," she responded adamantly. "The great Rufflefur doesn't need poppy seeds."
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» ROBINSTAR
|| It's actually dawn and not moonhigh, but that isn't really important at the moment.||
"It's alright," Robinstar responded. He nodded at Flaxtrill. "You can get some rest, before I send out the dawn patrols. I'll take over your post for now."
The leader noticed Spottedpaw calling out to him. "Yes?" He replied placidly.
» FLAXTRILL
I want to be useful, the brown she cat thought, but pushed it away. But Robinstar says I can go rest, so I should do so.
"Thanks," Flaxtrill whispered. "I will return when it's time for the patrols." She was grateful for the break, but felt that she hasn't done enough. Just last night, Rufflefur had tried to swim in the Heart Rush. Flaxtrill was on guard then, but she had failed to notice until it was too late. She had plunged into the river and dragged out the mouse-brained she cat, almost getting sliced herself in the process. A new nick was present in her ear, and she was bothered by it.
One look at the blood trail leading to the medicine den and she knew. This is going to be a long day, she concluded, petals waving wildly.
» NETTLEFLY
The brown warrior sniffed the line drawn by blood. He picked up the scent of Rufflefur mingled with river water and something unpleasantly sharp.
"Looks like some stupid cat swam in the rapids," he commented, turning around to face no one in particular. "It's forbidden from BloomClan and for good re--" He gasped mid sentence, suddenly worried that he'd spoken too much. Embarrassment clouded his gaze.
He often wondered what it would be like to be Robinstar, or maybe Rufflefur or Breezewhisker. Or any cat who can talk without sounding like they had bees in their brain.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2017 1:32:42 GMT -5
(Oh kewl! I'm on holidays too.) Nightleaf only grunted in response. "You might need to take the day off, I don't want you to get hurt because of those wounds." She pointed at Rufflefur's now dried up wounds using her tail. "Tell Robinstar I let you rest for the day and come back later." Nightleaf instructed her. She turned away to resume wrapping herbs in leaves. "Any questions?" She asked.
(Whoops, sorry.) Spottedpaw bounded up towards the leader. "Are you going to send out any patrols? I would like to help!" She mewed enthusiastically. "Please?" She pleaded, hope shining in her amber eyes. She was already dreaming about the amount of fresh-kill she might bring back to camp. Maybe a huge, plump bird or many mouses. Or maybe she would defend the territory from outsiders furiously. She might get a battle scar and be like Rufflefur, who always comes back with amazing stories of her bravery to tell.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 22, 2017 3:09:32 GMT -5
» RUFFLEFUR
"It's nice that you care," Rufflefur responded without really thinking. "Although I think Robinstar will just put me on apprentice duties for a moon, once these heal." The she cat stood up and stalked hastily out of the den.
The brown pelted warrior hated gathering moss or clearing out the warriors den, both of which are common punishments for her actions. She had always thought it felt rather redundant. I could be saving the world, Rufflefur thought as she searched for the leader.
She spotted Robinstar situated by Heart Rush next to Flaxtrill and Spottedpaw. As she slowly padded toward them, her mind was whirling. Are they talking about me? Ah why doesn't anything exciting happen around here? How do I get out of collecting bedding? Shaking her head, she continued on.
"Greetings, Robinstar." Rufflefur meowed without using telepathy. "Nightleaf said that I should take a day off. " Her petals were still, perhaps already feeling the effects of the inevitable sentence.
» ROBINSTAR
||It's okay.||
"Dawn patrols will be going out shortly," Robinstar replied. "You can certainly help." He couldn't help but notice the apprentice's dedication and spirit. "You will go far," he says to Spottedpaw. "Serve your clan well, and you will be rewarded."
When Rufflefur appeared, he grew irritated. She never seemed to learn, even after all the consequences.
"Thank you for gracing me with your presence," he responded with a slight edge to his voice. "You may rest. But when your wounds heal, you must clear out the dirtplace. The dirt can be dropped off outside BloomClan territory, in the direction of Starhigh. Nettlefly will watch you." He flicked his tail, dismissing her.
He turned toward Spottedpaw. "Sorry about that," he apologized.
@sapphire646
» NETTLEFLY
Nettlefly's ears pricked when he heard his name mentioned. He turned to the direction of the sound, and found Rufflefur up in front of Robinstar. He snorted quietly in disgust after learning the verdict. How did the mottled warrior stay so unfazed? He didn't know.
If I had to live in a clan with a hundred Rufflefurs, I would go mad," he decided.
» FLAXTRILL
Flaxtrill padded into the warriors den. She hopped over the nests and settled down in her own. Curling her tail over her nose, she tried to drift off without success.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2017 4:23:36 GMT -5
“Of course I’m meant to care.” Nightleaf muttered. “I’m the medicine cat for Starclan’s sake.” She continued her task.
After hearing Robinstar’s compliment, Spottedpaw felt like she could burst with joy. It felt like she was given more determination to impress her leader even more. “You don’t need to be sorry!” She meowed. “Who’s going with me?” She asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2017 7:25:42 GMT -5
Willowpaw sighed. She was sitting outside of the apprentice den, washing her face. There was still a whole day ahead of her. The cats she observed were awfullly boring or annoying, but what else was there to do when she had nothing else? It was as if no one noticed her. She liked that a whole lot. Sighing, the tangle-furred gray apprentice stopped washing her face and continued to just stare blankly ahead of her. What an uneventful day, as always... She found that it was best to be less optimistic at times.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 22, 2017 16:21:42 GMT -5
» RUFFLEFUR
The brown she cat stuck out her tongue at Robinstar, then trotted off. Her ears flicking in annoyance, she walked up to the fresh kill pile. Leaf-bare was approaching fast, and prey was dwindling. Rufflefur knew that. But nonetheless, she leaned over the pile and picked up the two plumpest birds.
"Breezewhisker!" She called out telepathically, the birds dangling from her jaws. "Want to share this?"
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» ROBINSTAR
Robinstar blinked at the apprentice, thinking.
"Flaxtrill and I," he responded. "Border patrol."
The leader stood up, ready to announce the patrols.
"Nettlefly, Breezewhisker, and Willowpaw! Hunting patrol, the fresh kill pile needs to be replenished." His voice rang loudly across the camp, slightly echoing. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Rufflefur with her birds, for she hasn't hunted yet. "Nettlefly will lead," he added tentatively. He wasn't sure if that was a good choice, as Nettlefly tended to be... not the best patrol leader.
"Flaxtrill, Spottedpaw! Border patrol. I'll come with you."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 10:08:30 GMT -5
Willowpaw looked up. Finally she could do something... However, she would try to avoiding talking too much as she still did want to get this over with. How embarrassing it would be to not catch anything. Who was she going with again? Nettlefly and Breezewhisker. Oh, well. Willowpaw quickly stood up and looked around camp for the two other warriors. Where were they? Moving hesitantly to the camp exit, the apprentice looked extremely awkward. She wished she was on border patrol, as hunting was just terribly boring. Border patrol was at least half-decent, along with the fact that she could stretch her legs. The bad thing about both is that the the warriors and apprentices would have to make awkward conversation with you about literally nothing. Who cared about the fine weather or anything else? Not her, that was for sure... Willowpaw sighed and waited.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 10:19:39 GMT -5
Breezewhisker spotted Rufflefur and a smile creeped onto his face. Of course...!He exclaimed telepathically, quickly bounding over and eyeing the two birds excitedly. So, I saw you in the medicine den. What was that all about? On an adventure? I'd love to join you back- Breezewhisker whipped his head around after hearing his name being called for a hunting patrol. Seriously? Hmmph. I guess I'll have to join you later today... Breezewhisker gave one longing glance at the birds and tried to recall who he was going with. Willowpaw? She was a terrible hunter. Nettlefly? He wasn't too sure. However, he knew that he would try to catch more than both of them combined. Challenge on, he thought to himself with a smirk as he joined Willowpaw by the exit of camp. "Catch you later, Rufflefur!" He exclaimed out loud with a tinge of annoyance in his voice that Robinstar had to choose him.
(sorry that I had to make two posts for both my characters, my phone wouldn't let me do it. )
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 23, 2017 14:58:17 GMT -5
( ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ any idea who is going to mentor Duskpaw? I'd be good to know before I start RPing, thanks!)
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 23, 2017 15:55:24 GMT -5
-bluestorm- ||I think Nettlefly will be Duskpaw's mentor for the time being. When we get more warriors in the clan, things may change as it wouldn't be fair if one person mentors most of the apprentices. Are you up for joining a hunting patrol? Nettlefly's is heading out. Of course, there's also a border patrol you could join.|| » RUFFLEFURRufflefur sighed. Of course Robinstar had to cut their conversation short at the worst time. " See you," she responded, lashing her tail irritably. Maybe next time, they could talk uninterrupted. Maybe we can go jump in the river, the mottled warrior thought. Ha! I doubt Robinstar has ever swum the most dangerous brook in BloomClan! The she cat rolled her eyes and dug into the first bird, quickly wolfing it down. Blood and feathers sprayed from the piece of fresh kill, causing a mess. But Rufflefur didn't care. All she did, was do the same with the second. » NETTLEFLYNettlefly hopped over to the camp entrance without saying so much of a word. Once there, he greeted Willowpaw and Breezewhisker with a slight nod. Kinking his tail over his back, he padded out of the camp. He paused, perhaps unnecessarily, for the others to follow. @negatorri
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 23, 2017 16:00:28 GMT -5
-bluestorm- ||I think Nettlefly will be Duskpaw's mentor for the time being. When we get more warriors in the clan, things may change as it wouldn't be fair if one person mentors most of the apprentices. Are you up for joining a hunting patrol? Nettlefly's is heading out. Of course, there's also a border patrol you could join.|| » RUFFLEFURRufflefur sighed. Of course Robinstar had to cut their conversation short at the worst time. " See you," she responded, lashing her tail irritably. Maybe next time, they could talk uninterrupted. Maybe we can go jump in the river, the mottled warrior thought. Ha! I doubt Robinstar has ever swum the most dangerous brook in BloomClan! The she cat rolled her eyes and dug into the first bird, quickly wolfing it down. Blood and feathers sprayed from the piece of fresh kill, causing a mess. But Rufflefur didn't care. All she did, was do the same with the second. » NETTLEFLYNettlefly hopped over to the camp entrance without saying so much of a word. Once there, he greeted Willowpaw and Breezewhisker with a slight nod. Kinking his tail over his back, he padded out of the camp. He paused, perhaps unnecessarily, for the others to follow. @negatorri I'll join the hunting patrol, Duskpaw needs some valuable experience in the wild.) Duskpaw watched from the Apprentice Den as Nettlefly prepared to leave the camp for what he could only assume was a hunt of some sort. Desperate for some sort of experience in the wild, he broke into a sudden sprint towards the warrior. "Hey! Nettlefly!" he called. "Wait for me! I want to come hunting with you!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 16:15:38 GMT -5
Breezewhisker looked back apologetically at Rufflefur, sighing. He just wanted a little break, or at most a big break. It was as if he couldn’t even socialize! Letting out a little huff, he looked at Nettlefly for a moment. “Hmm?” Breezewhisker heard the voice of a young cat, and immediately assumed it belonged to Willowpaw. He looked over at her but her mouth wasn’t moving. Suddenly he realized that it was Duskpaw talking and pricked his ears to listen. After he heard what the apprentice had said, he shrugged. “Why not?” Breezewhisker turned to Nettlefly. The more apprentices, the more fun this was going to be. Patrols sure were boring enough... Pfft.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 17:08:52 GMT -5
Spottedpaw watched as apprentices and warriors began to leave camp. She wished she was chosen for hunting patrol, it seemed for fun. But a border patrol with the leader? She zoomed towards the entrance of the camp, waiting for Robinstar and Flaxtrill. “Come on!” She yelled to Robinstar. She looked around. “Where’s Flaxtrill?
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 23, 2017 17:37:14 GMT -5
» NETTLEFLY
The brown warrior stopped, waiting. He considered what Duskpaw and Breezewhisker said. Finally, he decided to let Duskpaw join. After all, leaf-bare was approaching and the fresh kill pile needed stocking up. He thought about Rufflefur, and how she'd taken those two birds without lifting a paw to hunt. The pile was down to three, and that wasn't going to feed many cats. "You may come with us," Nettlefly responded. He switched to telepathy, for the regular talking was proving to be out of his comfort zone. "Everyone here? Alright, let's go. Let's head over to Hillpoint, there may be more prey there." @negatorri -bluestorm-» RUFFLEFURRufflefur glanced back at Breezewhisker. She understood, but was irritated nonetheless. She knew that the weather was going bad, that leaf-bare would soon be upon the clan, that a warrior should be honored to serve. But she hated how Robinstar seemed to think that one could go on without resting. After all, Flaxtrill stayed up on guard duty for two sunrises... And now she wanted to serve the clan. She longed to go out, impressing everyone with her skills. To come back with a tale to tell. Yet she was stuck in camp after a swim went wrong. Who said that I have to follow the directions of Nightleaf and Robinstar? I could go out on my own! Wouldn't that be cool, Rufflefur thought to herself. Her wounds still stung, but it was becoming more tolerable. Hillpoint Downs, Nettlefly said. Hillpoint I will go. » ROBINSTARRobinstar was moved by Spottedpaw's enthusiasm. He walked up to the entrance, and motioned for Flaxtrill to follow. He looked back, waiting for the brown she cat to make an appearance. @sapphire646 » FLAXTRILL
The pale warrior jolted awake as her name was called. Flaxtrill didn't like to miss patrols, or anything for the matter. Worried about being late, she dashed out of the warriors den. Spotting Robinstar and Spottedpaw at the entrance of the camp, her pace quickened. "I'm here," she gasped, almost doubling over. "I hope you didn't leave without me, that would be an insult to a warrior. I promise that won't happen again."
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 23, 2017 18:35:07 GMT -5
Duskpaw followed the hunting party as they departed from BloomClan’s camp, which had somehow retained its beauty deep into the colder moons. He breathed in the sounds and smells of the natural world, as his heart beat with a kind of excitement— one underlined with a small bit of fear.
“Where are we going, Nettlefly? Where’s the best place to hunt?” Duskpaw asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 19:24:33 GMT -5
Willowpaw trudged along, paws unusually silent for how she was moving. She looked down at her paws and didn't bother to say anything. "Have you got ears, Duskpaw? We're going to Highpoint." She replied telepathically in a slightly cold way with a tinge of spite. "It's not as if I want to be here anyways..." Willowpaw quickly stopped as she kept her ears pricked for sounds. How embarrassing it would be if when they got to their destination she couldn't manage to catch anything. That was actually quite probable, she noted. She tried to forget that.
Breezewhisker flattened his ears at Willowpaw's response but sighed. "That was meant for Nettlefly." He let out a little chuckle as he spoke out loud and looked over at Duskpaw. "What a grump, eh? She should work on hunting, not those retorts. Actually... she should work on those too." He added with a smirk. "So, Highpoint it is! Anyone up for a challenge? I bet I can catch more than any of you." Breezewhisker looked rather confident and his gaze flitted around to the members of the patrol. He was getting bored, and was itching to run out into the forest and do something fun.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 19:48:32 GMT -5
(If anyone cares, here's a comparison of Willowpaw to Breezewhisker as an apprentice! I meant for Breezy to be bigger but for some reason my pencil wouldn't let me. Consider this Bloomclan's first official fanart! )
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 23, 2017 21:17:30 GMT -5
(If anyone cares, here's a comparison of Willowpaw to Breezewhisker as an apprentice! I meant for Breezy to be bigger but for some reason my pencil wouldn't let me. Consider this Bloomclan's first official fanart! ) Aww that’s great!! Nice work) Duskpaw felt a pang of stupidity before it quickly melted into anger towards Willowpaw. Besides being forgetful and excited, he had done nothing wrong. Whatever, Duskpaw thought, I’m on a real hunt! With real warriors! He approached Breezewhisker, appreciative of how the warrior stuck up for him in the moment. He spoke aloud to Breezewhisker, but privately: “Thank you for that. I don’t know what I did wrong...”
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 23, 2017 21:53:07 GMT -5
» NETTLEFLY" Be quiet," Nettlefly whispered with his mind as he slipped his tail over Breezewhisker's muzzle. " Keep alert for any sound, any scent of prey. Bringing home food for the clan is more important than any challenge should you propose." The warrior pricked his ears, demonstrating his point. He inhaled, trying to pick up the smells of anything worth stalking. He also felt that he should answer Duskpaw's question. Turning to face the apprentice, he answered. "Like Breezewhisker said, we are going to the Hillpoint Downs. Thank you Breezewhisker." The brown pelted warrior dipped his head to Breezewhisker and brought his tail to the ground. "BloomClan is prey rich almost everywhere, but all that changes when the weather turns cold. I prefer to hunt at Sundown or Treelark, due to their location close to camp. However, Hillpoint is a better location for leaf-bare hunting." @negatorri -bluestorm-
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 23, 2017 21:54:35 GMT -5
@negatorri ||The art looks great! I like your style. ||
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 22:28:15 GMT -5
When Flaxtrill had arrived, Spottedpaw jumped with excitement. “You don’t have to be sorry!” She said. She really wanted to impress Robinstar and Flaxtrill with her... ‘border patrol’ skills. “Let’s go!” She said, marching forward.
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 23, 2017 22:34:55 GMT -5
» NETTLEFLY" Be quiet," Nettlefly whispered with his mind as he slipped his tail over Breezewhisker's muzzle. " Keep alert for any sound, any scent of prey. Bringing home food for the clan is more important than any challenge should you propose." The warrior pricked his ears, demonstrating his point. He inhaled, trying to pick up the smells of anything worth stalking. He also felt that he should answer Duskpaw's question. Turning to face the apprentice, he answered. "Like Breezewhisker said, we are going to the Hillpoint Downs. Thank you Breezewhisker." The brown pelted warrior dipped his head to Breezewhisker and brought his tail to the ground. "BloomClan is prey rich almost everywhere, but all that changes when the weather turns cold. I prefer to hunt at Sundown or Treelark, due to their location close to camp. However, Hillpoint is a better location for leaf-bare hunting." @negatorri -bluestorm- Duskpaw realized the foolishness of continuing to speak aloud and hushed himself. His telepathy skills were subpar at best, and perhaps his reluctance to use them was a result of shame. Scanning the area as the party of cats continued toward Hillpoint, Duskpaw made himself aware of his surroundings. The grey tom had a natural affinity towards the cold seasons. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Duskpaw noticed frantic movement in a tangle of brown shrubs. Restraining his urges, he hailed his clanmates telepathically, " There! In the bushes!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 9:30:10 GMT -5
Breezewhisker chortled to himself. Yes, I know... I’ll stop talking. He switched over to telepathy after he heard Nettlefly. He continued to pad along confidently but then halted when he heard Duskpaw. Hmm? Following the apprentice’s gaze slowly, he sniffed the air. Breezewhisker gave a short nod and looked over at Duskpaw. It’s your prey, you found it. Go and catch it now! He quickly smiled. He shouldn’t ruin the apprentice’s hunt, even though he knew he might have a better chance of catching whatever was in the bunch of shrubs.
Willowpaw continued moving on, pawsteps eerily quiet. She really hated going on hunts and as soon as Duskpaw telepathically told everyone about the thing in the bushes, she inwardly sighed. It was obvious that she wouldn’t catch it, why should she even make a move? What even was in those bushes? She strained to catch a scent but her terrible sense of smell seemed to be failing her once more. Willowpaw decided to not even attempt to do anything.
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 24, 2017 9:52:02 GMT -5
Breezewhisker chortled to himself. Yes, I know... I’ll stop talking. He switched over to telepathy after he heard Nettlefly. He continued to pad along confidently but then halted when he heard Duskpaw. Hmm? Following the apprentice’s gaze slowly, he sniffed the air. Breezewhisker gave a short nod and looked over at Duskpaw. It’s your prey, you found it. Go and catch it now! He quickly smiled. He shouldn’t ruin the apprentice’s hunt, even though he knew he might have a better chance of catching whatever was in the bunch of shrubs. Willowpaw continued moving on, pawsteps eerily quiet. She really hated going on hunts and as soon as Duskpaw telepathically told everyone about the thing in the bushes, she inwardly sighed. It was obvious that she wouldn’t catch it, why should she even make a move? What even was in those bushes? She strained to catch a scent but her terrible sense of smell seemed to be failing her once more. Willowpaw decided to not even attempt to do anything. At Breezewhisker’s psychic encouragement, Duskpaw readied himself into what he could only imagine looked like the wimpiest striking pose in the clan. But before he lunged toward whatever poor prey was in the shrubs, he stopped suddenly. He turned his head to face Willowpaw with a kind expression. In a strong, focused bout of telepathy, he reached out to her: “Hey, why don’t you go for it? I’ll get the next one!”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 10:00:35 GMT -5
Willowpaw’s eyes widened. She looked carefully at Duskpaw, suddenly breathing quickly. I can’t... Go for it! It’s yours, Duskpaw. Maybe next time. Her telepathy resonated perhaps as strongly as his, and she took a large step back. Willowpaw looked down at the ground, overcome with embarrassment. I wouldn’t be able to do it and you know that. She sighed and moved back further.
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 24, 2017 10:15:43 GMT -5
Willowpaw’s eyes widened. She looked carefully at Duskpaw, suddenly breathing quickly. I can’t... Go for it! It’s yours, Duskpaw. Maybe next time. Her telepathy resonated perhaps as strongly as his, and she took a large step back. Willowpaw looked down at the ground, overcome with embarrassment. I wouldn’t be able to do it and you know that. She sighed and moved back further. Still wanting to let Willowpaw have the privilege, Duskpaw was about to encourage her once more but stopped himself. Clearly, he thought to himself, she isn’t up for this. Duskpaw felt a profound sadness which surprised him, but was quickly brought back to the situation at hand when the rustling in the bushes intensified. He braced himself. He had tried to better his technique but had never caught prey. This was it. In a series of deliberate, determined moves, Duskpaw brought himself down onto the bushes, claws bared, with a kind of ferocity unknown to even himself. After a few second, he had mauled his prey to death: a rather plump white mouse. Shakily, the grey-haired apprentice picked up the creature in his mouth, then returned to the hunting party on the path, mustering every ounce of triumph he could.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 10:54:00 GMT -5
(Will reply in a few hours, gotta go!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 16:21:33 GMT -5
Willowpaw stayed back as Duskpaw managed a clean hunt. She nodded approvingly at him. For a second, the smallest flicker of a smile crept through her stone-cold face but she managed to keep it mostly hidden. She waited for others to give their little insignificant words of praise, perhaps just as quick as a word. Soon the hunting party would move on and everyone would mostly forget about his catch. At least that mouse wasn’t one of those scrawny ones that Willowpaw always caught... If she ever did catch a mouse. How unfortunate. She should brush up on her hunting, or embarrassment would surely follow. Hunting was stressful.
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 24, 2017 16:50:35 GMT -5
Willowpaw stayed back as Duskpaw managed a clean hunt. She nodded approvingly at him. For a second, the smallest flicker of a smile crept through her stone-cold face but she managed to keep it mostly hidden. She waited for others to give their little insignificant words of praise, perhaps just as quick as a word. Soon the hunting party would move on and everyone would mostly forget about his catch. At least that mouse wasn’t one of those scrawny ones that Willowpaw always caught... If she ever did catch a mouse. How unfortunate. She should brush up on her hunting, or embarrassment would surely follow. Hunting was stressful. Duskpaw smiled as he received the praise he had earned for his kill. Then, he glanced down at the white body that lay still in his mouth. Its face was that of a silent scream, a permanent horror that immediately etched itself into Duskpaw’s consciousness. The young tom nearly dropped the mouse, visibly nervous from the mental episode he had just experienced. As he recovered, he shot quick glances to the other cats, first to Breezewhisker, then his mentor Nettlefly, his eyes finally landing on Willowpaw. Out loud, Duskpaw let out a few pained words: “I-I need to go back to camp.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 17:05:06 GMT -5
Breezewhisker nodded along with Willowpaw. “You did well. I think Nettlefly should be proud. What a clean kill!” He quickly mewed. Getting ready to keep on going, he waited for Duskpaw continue. Perhaps he would hunt more! Breezewhisker decided that he would try to catch more than Duskpaw this hunting trip. A challenge.
Suddenly he saw Duskpaw’s face fall and felt confused. Why had he suddenly almost dropped his mouse? Wasn’t he happy? Confusion slowly darkened Breezewhisker’s face and as he heard the apprentice ask to go back to camp. “Why? We’re just getting started, I don’t get it... You’re doing amazingly. Come on, you don’t have to do this!” His answer was more for himself and not Duskpaw, but he knew that. He liked hunting with those younger than him, as it made him feel important. If Duskpaw left he would be awfully bored.
Willowpaw’s smile suddenly became visible for a fraction of a second. She looked at Duskpaw, standing over his catch proudly. He deserved it, not her. She probably would have let it go accidentally. It was good that he pounced on his opportunity and didn’t let her ruin it for him. He had the right to be a bit happy about it, she supposed. Willowpaw’s gaze followed Duskpaw’s as he looked down at the soft-furred white mouse with horror in his eyes. She winced at its’ open mouth and glassy eyes that kept the permanent memory of fear. That was rather disturbing... but nothing more than the usual. Duskpaw looked at her for a quick while as his gaze flitted around the members of the patrol. Soon he spoke and then Breezewhisker spoke. How inconsiderate he was... Always so kind but immature at the same time. Shallow. “Take your time, I suppose.” Willowpaw said no more.
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