Post by Fawn on Sept 17, 2016 17:54:37 GMT -5
LIONSTAR
leader of treeclan
Blinded by the light of a new sun
After three moons under Lionstar's tutelage, Firepaw's training was coming along in leaps and bounds. There were occasional setbacks—her energy tended to get the best of her sometimes, especially where stealth was involved, and her concentration during battle practice could use a bit of work—but they were working through them one at a time. Today's focus, however, would be on exploring the territory in a more engaging way than just a walk. Suspecting she'd find that a little too boring, especially given that she was an older apprentice, not that eager little kitten anymore. So he would treat her like she had matured, and use this opportunity to test Firepaw's knowledge, to see what she had retained over the pawful of moons they'd spent training together.
Scattered throughout the forest were five bird feathers. Sitting at the base of the great maple, Lionstar kept one of his oversized front paws on the small group of feathers he had trapped against the grass, his eyes glittering with anticipation for Firepaw's arrival. She had, like all apprentices, been given chores to complete, but he hadn't told her to help tidy up the nursery without giving her something positive to focus on; we're going to play a game, Firepaw. He'd told her before they'd parted ways. If you win, YOU get to decide what our next training session will be about. If Demon's attack on the Clan hadn't been so heinous and so recent, Lionstar would have rewarded her with a short trek into the mountains, letting her explore a little of uncharted wilderness.
"There you are," he mewed to the flame-pelted she-cat, standing and gesturing for her to come closer and see what he was holding.
"A grackle feather, a raven feather, a blue jay's feather, a finch feather, and a robin feather." Lionstar purred, pleased with his own idea. "I've hidden a matching one in each section of our territory. If you can find the matching feathers or ones just like it, then you win the game. If you manage to find two more feathers I don't have, then I might have an extra surprise in store for you."
He waited until she got her breath back before giving her the first hint.
"I think you'd have the best luck finding a finch feather in the meadow." Lionstar did not indicate which direction it was in; they had hunted there before. She would know the way. He had hid those feathers at dawn, checked them at sunhigh (they were still where he'd left them), and she now had until sundown to find them all.
If she could find his scent trails throughout the forest, then she might just find them all.
Lionstar's words were challenging, and full of energy. "You have until the sun sets. Ready?"
The finch feather had been hidden in the meadow under a clump of clover. The grackle feather he'd stuck in the hollow of a dead tree not far from here. The jay feather was pinned beneath a few wet pebbles alongside the bank of the sparkling brook. As a true test of her scentwork, he'd put the raven feather in the shallow marsh, and the robin feather in the hidden thicket. Eager to watch her get to work, Lionstar signaled for Firepaw to begin.
Scattered throughout the forest were five bird feathers. Sitting at the base of the great maple, Lionstar kept one of his oversized front paws on the small group of feathers he had trapped against the grass, his eyes glittering with anticipation for Firepaw's arrival. She had, like all apprentices, been given chores to complete, but he hadn't told her to help tidy up the nursery without giving her something positive to focus on; we're going to play a game, Firepaw. He'd told her before they'd parted ways. If you win, YOU get to decide what our next training session will be about. If Demon's attack on the Clan hadn't been so heinous and so recent, Lionstar would have rewarded her with a short trek into the mountains, letting her explore a little of uncharted wilderness.
"There you are," he mewed to the flame-pelted she-cat, standing and gesturing for her to come closer and see what he was holding.
"A grackle feather, a raven feather, a blue jay's feather, a finch feather, and a robin feather." Lionstar purred, pleased with his own idea. "I've hidden a matching one in each section of our territory. If you can find the matching feathers or ones just like it, then you win the game. If you manage to find two more feathers I don't have, then I might have an extra surprise in store for you."
He waited until she got her breath back before giving her the first hint.
"I think you'd have the best luck finding a finch feather in the meadow." Lionstar did not indicate which direction it was in; they had hunted there before. She would know the way. He had hid those feathers at dawn, checked them at sunhigh (they were still where he'd left them), and she now had until sundown to find them all.
If she could find his scent trails throughout the forest, then she might just find them all.
Lionstar's words were challenging, and full of energy. "You have until the sun sets. Ready?"
The finch feather had been hidden in the meadow under a clump of clover. The grackle feather he'd stuck in the hollow of a dead tree not far from here. The jay feather was pinned beneath a few wet pebbles alongside the bank of the sparkling brook. As a true test of her scentwork, he'd put the raven feather in the shallow marsh, and the robin feather in the hidden thicket. Eager to watch her get to work, Lionstar signaled for Firepaw to begin.
Take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
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