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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 19:43:14 GMT -5
Wrenpaw - She-cat - 6 Moons
Morning was fast approaching in Lightningclan. The sun's brilliant golden rays just barely starting to tickle the horizon. Giving off a small bit of light that shined between the grasses of the Apprentice den into Wrenpaw's eyes. Causing the delicate looking she-cat to turn over in her sleep, burying her face beneath her tabby colored tail. Her narrow chest rising and falling softly as she dozed back into a gentle slumber. The warmth of her clanmates keeping her cozy. However she didn't remain asleep for long, something causing her to stir. Her tail lifting from her maw, she raises a dainty white forepaw to rub at her eyes.
Blinking she wonders what could of possibly woken her so early. As she glanced around however she remembered. She wasn't a kit anymore, no she was an apprentice. These were her fellow apprentices all around her. Their chests rising and falling rhythmically. The scent of milk now replaced with that of foreign scents. Ones she wasn't accustomed to. Suddenly feeling cold, Wrenpaw yawned. Her pink tongue curling as she stretched out her delicate frame. Mind wondering to the cat assigned to be her mentor. Cherrypool. The albino she-cat was a bit odd in appearance. Her red eyes a tad bit off putting to the young apprentice. However despite being a little nervous, Wrenpaw was eager to prove herself to the she-cat. Slowly sitting up, Wrenpaw went about grooming her soft calico pelt. Every stroke of her tongue placed with delicate care. Working to get her fur to it's usual gleam. She had to look her best for Cherrypool.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 1, 2016 7:42:56 GMT -5
71 Moons. LightningClan. Senior Warrior. A beetle crawled up the wall of the warriors' den. Cherrypool watched it through narrowed eyes, charting its progress around the roots and solid earth that made up the interior of what had once been a badger set. She could see the dawn light creeping in through the den entrance, falling over the mottled pelts of her Clanmates; many were still asleep, but more than enough of them had stirred, yawning into the light of the new day to begin their warrior duties.
I have an apprentice.
When Firestar had given her Wrenpaw to mentor, Cherrypool had felt a sharp, nauseating pain in her stomach. She did not want to replace Goldenflower; she did not want another Goldenflower. There was always the risk that their Clanmates would die, whether as a side effect of their own stupidity or as a direct result of nature just having one of those bad days, and taking it out on LightningClan.
Which one would Wrenpaw be? Another accidental victim of Rookfrost's or Whiteshade's? Small-boned prey for the monstrous lynx? Or would she be butchered in a border patrol with StoneClan?
These dreary, death-filled thoughts bounced around Cherrypool's skull like bees until she rose, ignoring her surroundings, to finally leave the stifling confines of the warriors' den. Her brother, who did not have an apprentice at the moment, slept on. Cherrypool glimpsed him, and felt her stomach twist. How can you sleep peacefully? Because he had been born without guilt, that's how.
Blinking into the new dawn, Cherrypool stretched, washed, and continued to ignore the usual morning chatter of the camp. Redscar briefly passed by; he was overlooking her for the dawn patrol? Why... She preferred the dawn patrol and the dusk patrol, when given the liberty of choosing. High noon was a painful time for an albino she-cat with sensitive eyes.
Combating the urge to hiss, the snow-furred senior warrior followed Redscar's path with the same crimson focus as she had the beetle in the den. Then her gaze fell across Wrenpaw, the little calico-tabby seemed to be done washing herself. She's up early. Cherrypool's thoughts slithered down the rivers of nostalgia like an eel, going with the current back to the days when Goldenpaw would curl up beside her, hiding from his nightmares by cuddling up to a creature who was a nightmare.
Cherrypool's throat tightened, and she approached, feeling as if there were shards of ice in her chest. "We're hunting." That was all she said to her. That was all she needed to say to her. She didn't want to get close to this new little life; she did not want a new way to feel pain.
MY FRIENDS DON'T WALK, THEY RUN I'M PEELING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE 'CUZ I REALLY HATE BEING SAFE Word Count: 455 WordsTags: @teeks , @poptart (Goldenflower!) Phoenix (Whiteshade!)Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 10:59:09 GMT -5
Wrenpaw - She-cat - 6 Moons
Wrenpaw wasn't awake very long before the white form of Cherrypool appeared in the den entrance. Her red gaze picking Wrenpaw from the group quickly. Wrenpaw promptly finished grooming sitting up straighter. Her greenish yellow gaze twinkling in the small bit of sunlight which trickled through. Expecting a formal greeting of hello, Wrenpaw blinks in shock when Cherrypool cut in curtly. 'We're hunting.' She announced sharply. Leaving Wrenpaw to feel like she'd done something wrong. Recoiling some, she flicks her ears back. Then she wondered if perhaps Cherrypool just wasn't one for mornings. Plenty of cats weren't all too chipper before sunrise. Maybe.... She thought as she nodded. She graces the older she-cat with a sweet smile, getting gracefully to her paws. She winds through her sleeping clanmates, exiting the den. Once outside she turned, looking up at her red eye'd companion.
" Where shall we hunt?" She asks quietly. Wanting desperately to put her mentor at ease. Please don't hate me.... she thought. Her mind wandering painfully to her mother. Does nobody like me? She wondered trying to understand what she could of done wrong. Her belly twisting and writhing. She has to take a slow deep breath and pause. Stop that! She colds herself mentally. Your being mousebrained! Cherrypool doesn't even know you, show her your worth her time! With this in mind, Wrenpaw flickers her tail determinedly. She would make Cherrypool her friend if it was the last thing she did.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 2, 2016 14:53:13 GMT -5
71 Moons. LightningClan. Senior Warrior. Wrenpaw's sweetness was like a thorn embedded in her paw; she wanted to wince with every step, reminded so sharply of Goldenpaw. He hadn't been frightened of her, he had even liked her,which was more than any other cat ever had, the sole exception being her foster mother right after Snowbird had died kitting them. That's why their eyes are red, the other kits used to whisper. Because they killed their mother just by being born.
Cherrypool almost spat on the ground, turning coldly to lead Wrenpaw out of camp; her crimson gaze settled fleetingly on Gorseblossom—they had never gotten along—before she quickly brushed past, forcing Wrenpaw to either trot or run to keep up with her albino mentor.
"We're going to the crystal creek. What kind of prey can you catch near water? The answer isn't fish." It's water voles. Cherrypool's question was curt, and to the point. There was nothing personal about her dislike for Wrenpaw (er, nothing specifically about the pretty little she-cat that she disliked), she just... reminded her of someone.
Until she could separate Goldenflower from Wrenpaw, it was safer to hold the she-cat a foxlength away. Besides... If Wrenpaw really knew what her mentor was like—a flash of tawny feathers, an owl's screech, her brother's wicked smile that curved like tiger's claws—she wouldn't like her very much. Cherrypool shivered at the memory of her hunting trip with Whiteshade; it wasn't their behavior that disturbed her.
It was the fact that she enjoyed their little hunting trips.
MY FRIENDS DON'T WALK, THEY RUN I'M PEELING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE 'CUZ I REALLY HATE BEING SAFE Word Count: 252 WordsTags: @teeks Notes: She'll warm up to her eventually, it just takes a bit of time.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 17:12:35 GMT -5
Wrenpaw - She-cat - 6 Moons Wrenpaw had barely set paw outside the apprentice den, when Cherrypool took off. Leaving Wrenpaw to trot along behind her in a desperate battle to keep pace. Luckily her light form and swift paws soon fell into a rhythmic trot. By the end of this training she would however be exhausted. Hoping this wasn't the pace Cherrypool always took so early in the morning, Wrenpaw hurried after her. Soon she caught up enough that she walked at the older cat's shoulder. Feeling small compared to the senior warrior, Wrenpaw wished the she-cat would look at her. However she seemed too busy staring anywhere else.
Holding back a sigh, Wrenpaw is surprised when Cherrypool finally answered her inquiry. Her sharp tone filling Wrenpaw's ears making her wish to recoil again. Sucking up a breath of air, she fights the urge. " Oh um..." She stammers, trying to think on the fly. C'mon you know this! She thought. Trying to think back to before her mother had withdrawn from her life. When she used to tell her all about the territory, prey and clan. What had she said? Ducks? No, they weren't a very common source of prey for Lightningclan. Realizing she was running out of time, Wrenpaw's eyes dropped. Then it came to her. " Water voles!?" She exclaimed rather loudly excited that she'd remembered. Wincing she hopes Cherrypool wouldn't mind her over exuberant answer. Her tail however swooshed through the air happily behind her.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 2, 2016 21:16:29 GMT -5
71 Moons. LightningClan. Senior Warrior. Cherrypool's ears flicked back both in acknowledgment of the right answer and in dislike over the she-cat's volume. "That's right, but you're going to scare them away if you keep that up!" Her tone came out snappier than she initially meant it, but many many moons of having to defend herself from harsh criticisms and nasty looks had honed Cherrypool's tongue into a sharp instrument. Perfect for letting any cat know when she no longer wanted them around.
Pelt prickling, it became clear to the albino that Wrenpaw didn't deserve her irritability. Before they went much further into LightningClan territory (the crystal creek was very close, only a low hill separated them from their Clan's main source of water), Cherrypool turned and paced somewhat anxiously around the kitten.
"Sorry. Let's make something clear, Wrenpaw. My last apprentice, he—" It took effort to breathe past the raw burning lump in her throat, trying to make her eyes water—"He died. I told Firestar I didn't want another apprentice, but she didn't care."
Crimson eyes fell on Wrenpaw, studying the she-cat in full this time. "You probably don't want me for a mentor either. Let's just get through your training. You do what I tell you, and you don't ask me silly questions, you'll be a warrior and then we can all act like these six moons of training never happened." A while tail swished, her stomach threatening to turn over, disliking the detached sound of her own voice. "Deal?"
It's for my own good. I can't go through that pain again. I don't want to get close to you and you definitely don't want to get close to me. The sooner they got this over with, the better. She would be a mentor, but only in the sense that she was going to be the cat who taught Wrenpaw how to hunt, how to fight, how to track. She wasn't going to be the kind of mentor whose apprentice could wake up in the middle of the night whimpering about nightmares, or have awkward conversations about toms, flirting and other social interactions.
Or share a rabbit with after a hard day's training. Or simply go for a walk because they enjoyed one another's company.
She couldn't be that kind of mentor. Not again. Not when she had no interest in digging her own claws into wounds that were still trying to scab over.
MY FRIENDS DON'T WALK, THEY RUN I'M PEELING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE 'CUZ I REALLY HATE BEING SAFE Word Count: 402 WordsTags: @teeks Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 11:10:11 GMT -5
Wrenpaw
Wrenpaw had never felt so torn about being right before. Her mentor's snappy answer causing her to recoil, her pace slowing her ears flickering back against her skull. " I'm sorry..." She mumbles head dropping in shame. She starts to drag her paws along the ground, her long tabby colored tail drooping. Now she really hates me... she thought glumly. Wondering how she had managed to screw up before their lesson even began. Feeling as though she had let Cherrypool down, Wrenpaw nearly walks into the older she-cat when she jutted out to pace before her. Seemingly agitated, her voice causing Wrenpaw to glance up. Her eyes going round as she apologized explaining her behavior.
" Oh! " Wrenpaw stammers shocked. " I-I didn't realize... I'm s..." She starts to say 'sorry' however she stops as Cherrypool continues on. Her voice cutting into Wrenpaw like a blade. Crushing all the hopes she had of ever becoming friends with the albino she-cat. Just pretend it never happened? How could she do such a thing? Hurt but not wishing to come off as a little whiney kit, Wrenpaw nods slowly. " D-deal..." She whispers, her gaze dropping to her white paws.
Her tail still drooping like a wilted flower. Wrenpaw tried her best to hide how she felt. Raising her skull, she squares her shoulders. Shoving her confused emotions down, she nods some. " So h-how do you catch water voles?" She asks, her voice only slightly shaky, her greenish-yellow eyes looking into Cherrypool's off putting red ones.
Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Sept 4, 2016 17:02:03 GMT -5
71 Moons. LightningClan. Senior Warrior. She had gained Wrenpaw's dismayed agreement, and had likely lost any chance she ever had to make a positive impression on the kitten. Fine. That was the way this had to be. Turning on white feet to gaze at the crystal creek, her gaze narrowed against the subtle reflections off the water, able to feel the sunlight bothering her sensitive vision even from here. "The same way you catch mice. Slowly. The creek will mask the sound of your paws, but it won't hide your shadow. Or the vibrations when you step too hard."
Suppressing a low hiss of irritation at the rays, Cherrypool raised her muzzle upward, checking the sun's position. Their shadows were falling behind them, and if they stayed on this side of the creek, it wouldn't be a problem. Any mistakes made would be due to heavy footing, slipping, or otherwise frightening the creatures away.
Cherrypool's jaws parted, letting the muddy scents of the creek waft over her scent glands. Vole. And frog. She ignored the amphibian; LightningClan did not eat frogs. They were not so desperate for prey that they would start feasting like NightClan cats.
"What do you scent?" The question directed at Wrenpaw, she spared a brief glance at the kitten's dejected posture before looking away, disliking the guilt that surfaced.
MY FRIENDS DON'T WALK, THEY RUN I'M PEELING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE 'CUZ I REALLY HATE BEING SAFE Word Count: 224 WordsTags: @teeks Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 20:04:21 GMT -5
Wrenpaw
Keeping quiet, Wrenpaw followed alongside her mentor as they reached the Crystal Creek. Her pink nose twitching as the smell of the creek and its creatures met her nose. Her trot slowing to a curious walk, as her eyes roved over the glimmering water. Ears perking at the older she-cat's voice, she tried not to think about the words of moments ago. It doesn't matter... she's still gonna teach me... She thought trying her best to stay positive. Her greenish yellow eyes catching in the sunlight as she looks to Cherrypool. " Right slowly..." She mumbles, eyes drifting back to the water.
I wonder what it's like swimming? She thought absentmindedly. Forgetting momentarily that she was suppose to be learning how to hunt. Her attention snaps back to Cherrypool when she speaks, voicing a question. " Oh well I can smell..." She parts her jaws, drawing the scents in deeper. Her mind whirling as she tries to separate them. " Something gross... " She starts not realizing it was a frog she scented. Nose wrinkled at the stink she, tries to ignore the reek. " Oh... and a vole... I think." She says hesitantly, not wanting to get snapped at again. It would however make sense that she scented a vole. Considering they'd spoken of water voles living by the water earlier.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 5, 2016 20:28:06 GMT -5
74 Moons. LightningClan. Senior Warrior. "Frog." She replied, adding a name to the brackish watery smell Wrenpaw had likely detected. At her words that she scented vole, Cherrypool nodded. That was correct. Gesturing with a soft flick of her tail, the albino feline dropped into a hunter's crouch, glancing back at Wrenpaw with the assumption she would do likewise. "Keep quiet." She whispered, no warmth in her tone as she began a slow, predatory stalk to the water's edge. The scent of vole was fresher the closer they got, and Cherrypool's mouth watered, picturing herself tearing into the hapless creature with needle-like claws.
Breaking free of the siren song of rodent blood, Cherrypool lowered her body further into the tall grasses, gaze narrow to peer past the sun-brittled blades to the small brown creature nibbling a water chestnut near the creek's edge. "See it?" She whispered again, voice barely audible. In case Wrenpaw chose to nod over responding verbally, Cherrypool glanced at her again, blood red eyes meeting innocent green.
The senior warrior was suddenly at a loss. How did she teach Wrenpaw? She had been patient, and awkward with Goldenpaw. However with her earlier, clipped speech about wanting to keep her emotional distance from Wrenpaw, she did not yet know how to talk to her now that that boundary line had been drawn in the sand. Did she order her to hunt the vole? Or did she catch the vole herself as an example?
Cherrypool's ears flattened, indecisive and hating it. Her mentor had not been a kindly tom; he would order her to hunt the vole without a second thought. But did she really want to follow in the paw steps of her predecessor? No, she didn't. Yet being Cherrypool seemed like the only other option. She had no positive examples to go off of. What did normal mentor and apprentice pairs do?
"Just watch," she muttered. "I'll catch it, then you will try with the next vole." Wrenpaw would have to wait, like any other cat who knew how dreary the mornings could be when the prey was moving slowly.
MY FRIENDS DON'T WALK, THEY RUN I'M PEELING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE 'CUZ I REALLY HATE BEING SAFE Word Count: 356 WordsTags: @teeks Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 14:11:45 GMT -5
Wrenpaw
Wrenpaw tilted her head as Cherrypool put a name to the gross smell she'd scented. Oh that makes sense! She thought, wondering why anyone would want to eat one of those slimy creatures. Blinking, she realizes she had answered Cherrypool's question correctly. The only sign was a curt nod from the frosty white feline. Blinking some Wrenpaw nods back, copying Cherrypool's stalking position the best she could. Her slender form held low, her dainty paws lifted with care as she stalked after her mentor. Her heart fluttering as they got closer to their quarry. Her nerves getting the better of her. She sucks down a calming breath, hoping it wouldn't be noticed. However her dark tabby colored tail tip fidgeted as they paused. Cherrypool's whispered breath tickling her ear. She flickers them, trying to focus. Her greenish yellow eyes narrowing as she looked towards where Cherrypool indicated. Eyes widening as she spots the creature. Small, furry with beady little eyes it nibbled something unaware of its current company.
" I see it." She mouths to her mentor. Their conversation of earlier forgotten for the moment. Eagerness to learn overriding her disappointment over Cherrypool's heart crushing words. At her mentor's next command, she nods some. Not minding in the slightest that Cherrypool wished to capture their quarry. Feeling as though she needed to see the older cat in action, in order to know what in starclan she was doing. Remaining silent, Wrenpaw crouched even lower, eyes fixed on her mentor now. Watching in trepidation as she started towards the unwitting vole.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 8, 2016 9:00:58 GMT -5
74 Moons. LightningClan. Senior Warrior. With confirmation that Wrenpaw was paying attention, Cherrypool lunged. She took the vole by surprise, and with a skillful latching of her claws into the creature's pelt as it tried to escape, she dragged it close and bit it in the back of the neck. It was over in seconds, and it was one of the few thing Cherrypool knew how to do correctly. Killing things was something she was good at.
She could taste vole blood on her tongue, and it reminded her that she had left this morning without bothering to feed herself. As a senior warrior (a, uh, very senior warrior) she was expected to ignore the hunger pangs and hunt before she allowed herself any sort of morning meal. Cherrypool could handle that kind of task, yet that did not make her immune to the taste of the things she caught.
Returning to Wrenpaw, she slipped in amongst the tall grasses, satisfaction fading as reality set in, and the dead vole was laid down before the apprentice. "Always bite the back of the neck. They're not like rabbits where it's easy to find their throats." Cherrypool gestured with her paw to the exact place she had bitten, fur plastered to the thin bones of her paw as alabaster hair stood out next to the murky brown of the vole's.
After Wrenpaw had gotten a good look, Cherrypool buried her kill for later. It was time to wait again. The vole had not gotten its chance to escape or squeak in shrill alarm, so the crystal creek would remain a viable hunting spot as long as the prey in this part of the territory were none the wiser to their company.
Was that fine? With Goldenpaw, she had encouraged the tom to try everything first, not wanting to lead as much by example. But every apprentice was different, and probably needed a different teaching method...
Foxdung, how did cats actually look forward to being mentors? To dealing with different personalities and learning styles each time? They either were very good at it, or they knew something she didn't. Given Cherrypool's ostricism within the Clan, both were highly likely. To the albino feline, she found it stressful. Almost unnecessarily so, though her grief from Goldenflower was likely contributing to her...overly negative views.
MY FRIENDS DON'T WALK, THEY RUN I'M PEELING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE 'CUZ I REALLY HATE BEING SAFE Word Count: 389 WordsTags: @teeks Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 13:53:02 GMT -5
Wrenpaw
Crouched low, her belly brushing the ground practically Wrenpaw watched Cherrypool. Her heart pounding as the older she-cat launched forward suddenly, latching the unsuspecting vole up in her claws. Before dragging it swiftly to her jaws where she disposed of it with a quick nip to the neck. Impressed, Wrenpaw bounced up from her hiding spot her jaws parting to compliment her mentor. But they quickly close when she remembers they weren't suppose to be friends. Tail drooping some, Wrenpaw draws closer as the red eye'd she-cat spoke. Peering down at the lifeless vole Wrenpaw nods some.
" Right, go for the neck." She repeats, her eyes drifting to Cherrypool's. She suppresses a shiver. There was something unnerving about those eyes. Blinking she realizes she was staring. Recoiling, she shrinks down, her gaze flickering around them. Right I guess we have to find more prey... She thought. Feeling nervous, Wrenpaw parts her jaws seeking the musty smell of another water vole. Her pointy ears swiveling to catch any noises. However she found the only notable sound to be that of her mentor's breathing. Shoving this from her mind, she focuses on what she smelled.
Umm... lets see... Cherrypool, the dead vole, that disgusting frog..... Stalking forward she moves a little ways from her mentor who was burying her catch. Oh wait! What's that? Whiskers twitching wildly, Wrenpaw stalks closer to the musky scent. Then through the reeds up ahead she saw it, another water vole! "Cherrypool!" She whispers, waving her tail to cat the albino cat's attention. " I found another." She mouths back towards the she-cat hoping she would get what she was trying to say.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 9, 2016 22:30:20 GMT -5
74 Moons. LightningClan. Senior Warrior. The kitten reacted to her like all the others did. With fear. With distaste. Watching her recoiling, Cherrypool’s lip curled, the gesture unseen as she quickly left to bury the water vole for later.
Why had she expected anything different? Truth was, she hadn’t. The albino she-cat took her time burying the vole, not so ready to face Wrenpaw again; instead, she watched with disinterest as dirt and grass staining her paws dingy shades of brown, green and off-white.
A waving tail caught Cherrypool’s deep crimson gaze, and she turned just in time to catch Wrenpaw’s words. Or rather, see the words Wrenpaw was forming. ”Then catch it!” she mouthed back, nodding once broadly to give the kitten permission to pursue the second water vole.
Supposing she ought to actually watch and study Wrenpaw’s hunting techniques, Cherrypool crept closer, lithely sliding through the tall grasses without alerting the water vole to her presence. Watchful and unfriendly, Cherrypool waited. If Wrenpaw hunted poorly, then she would have to spend more time teaching her a proper hunting crouch; if she actually succeeded in catching the water vole, then maybe their time together wouldn’t be absolutely forgettable.
Briefly, it occurred to Cherrypool that having an apprentice who performed basic techniques in a slipshod manner would reflect terribly on her, Cherrypool’s gaze narrowed, aware of the stakes now. With one apprentice trained to warriorhood, obviously the Clan expected her to do even better with the second.
MY FRIENDS DON'T WALK, THEY RUN I'M PEELING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE 'CUZ I REALLY HATE BEING SAFE Word Count: 250 Words Tags: @teeks Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 22:41:40 GMT -5
Wrenpaw
Wrenpaw didn't want to mess this up. No, she really wanted this hunt to go good, to prove to Cherrypool she wasn't a useless lump of fur. Even though she might already believe that. Her nerves however weren't helping. For as Cherrypool gave her permission to go for the vole, her heart started pounding in her chest. It was so loud she was starting to wonder if the vole could here it. (and perhaps all of Lightningclan) Shoving this thought out of her head, she tries to focus. Crouching low like she'd seen Cherrypool do she starts to creep along on her delicate paws. Her every pawstep careful and thought out. Meanwhile ahead her target sat amongst the grass nibbling at something on the ground. Oblivious to the predator that was inching closer and closer.
Suddenly Wrenpaw's hind paw brushed a twig. The action causing the twig to make a slight rustling sound in the grass. Wrenpaw froze like a deer in headlights. Her eyes wide as she stared at the vole, it had sat up to glance around. However with poor vision it couldn't see her from her position. Releasing the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, Wrenpaw started gingerly forward once more. Her tail tip twitching nervously behind her as she went. Eventually she was close enough to make her move. Her dainty form bunching before she leapt forward straight for the vole. Her claws coming out to swipe, hoping to snatch the creature's skin. To her utter surprise it worked. Her claws meeting the soft flesh of the vole, she hastily brings it to her jaws. Sinking her teeth into it's neck as it let out the smallest of squeals. Then with a crunch it was all over, Wrenpaw standing there with the dead vole dangling from her maw. Her shock over her success making her freeze in place.
Fawn
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