Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 10:39:14 GMT -5
SWANPAW
RainClan || Apprentice
RainClan || Apprentice
Though curt, Violetclaw’s nod of approval gave the silky-furred silver feline a little hope for the moons ahead that she would have to spend training in the company of the silver tabby. Drinking in the scents of the sparsely forested land, Swanpaw found her senses overcome by a confused mix of scents and smells. As the rain began to settle on RainClan’s territory, steadily growing in the number of droplets, it was becoming increasingly difficult to make out any scents of prey, let alone track them.
Scowling, the plush-furred apprentice tried drawing in another breath, flicking several water droplets from ivory whiskers. So many confusing scents! Stupid rain. For a moment, the silver feline thought she caught the scent of a water vole, but the rain was smothering the scents and made it hard to tell whether it had actually been the scent of a water vole, or purely the RainClan apprentice’s imagination.
Wrinkling up her nose in annoyance, Swanpaw in took a final breath, a deep one this time. For a moment, her senses were dull with the scent rain, but then… Is that… a mouse? It was very stale, almost to the point that Swanpaw dismissed it entirely, but then the image of her sitting in camp, sheltered from the cold and wet, tucking into a freshly caught carp, sprang to mind. Well, I might as well try.
With the rain confusing her senses, the silky-furred she-cat couldn’t make out where the mouse scent was coming from, so she decided to go with her instincts and head into the thicker covering of willow trees. Where would I go if I were a mouse? Her bright amber orbs landed on the tangled roots of a withered willow tree, bent over and castings shadows across Swanpaw’s path.
Swanpaw padded over to the withered tree and sniffed about amongst the roots, hoping to detect mouse scent. After a few heartbeats, the silver tabby feline gave up, snorting in annoyance, Who am I kidding, I’m not a TreeClan or NightClan cat! I don’t sniff about for mice, I'd rather be fishing, even if it does mean getting my paws wet.
The young apprentice sat down with a thud, scowling, “I give up! How can I find prey in this rain, it washes away all the scents, it’s impossible!”
Scowling, the plush-furred apprentice tried drawing in another breath, flicking several water droplets from ivory whiskers. So many confusing scents! Stupid rain. For a moment, the silver feline thought she caught the scent of a water vole, but the rain was smothering the scents and made it hard to tell whether it had actually been the scent of a water vole, or purely the RainClan apprentice’s imagination.
Wrinkling up her nose in annoyance, Swanpaw in took a final breath, a deep one this time. For a moment, her senses were dull with the scent rain, but then… Is that… a mouse? It was very stale, almost to the point that Swanpaw dismissed it entirely, but then the image of her sitting in camp, sheltered from the cold and wet, tucking into a freshly caught carp, sprang to mind. Well, I might as well try.
With the rain confusing her senses, the silky-furred she-cat couldn’t make out where the mouse scent was coming from, so she decided to go with her instincts and head into the thicker covering of willow trees. Where would I go if I were a mouse? Her bright amber orbs landed on the tangled roots of a withered willow tree, bent over and castings shadows across Swanpaw’s path.
Swanpaw padded over to the withered tree and sniffed about amongst the roots, hoping to detect mouse scent. After a few heartbeats, the silver tabby feline gave up, snorting in annoyance, Who am I kidding, I’m not a TreeClan or NightClan cat! I don’t sniff about for mice, I'd rather be fishing, even if it does mean getting my paws wet.
The young apprentice sat down with a thud, scowling, “I give up! How can I find prey in this rain, it washes away all the scents, it’s impossible!”