Post by Deleted on May 23, 2013 18:38:42 GMT -5
Leaves dripped water down as the last of the small sprinkling rain decided to stop, leaving the ground slightly wet and the grass smelling like fresh rain. Dull green eyes watched from among the high stalks of grass, their prey, a dark pelted tom who attempted to preform some sort of battle move on his own. Holding back a hiss of discontent, the red pelted she-cat slithered among the high grass. She was somehow able to keep her bright fox-colored pelt from behind notice from the young apprentice, but she was older, and far more expereninced, along with being down wind from his nose.
Those dull gree eyes narrowed as she watched him pounce on a leaf before hissing at it like it somehow offended him in some way, shape or form. Her scent was currently washed away by mud and rain water, giving her the perfect cover, maybe a rogue or loner attack. With a low hiss and a feirce screech, Timberwing launched herself onto the unexpecting Crowpaw. Her large paws, slammed him into the ground, where her teeth found a nice spot on his shoulder fur, a paw on his neck, letting him squirm underneath her heavy body.
"Pathetic that you couldn't scent me comming." She snarled through his fur. Her tail whipped around behind her, making the still air whistle. The former Nightclan warrioress was going to make this young tom listen to her, and would like it, no matter what. If he wanted to learn, if he wanted to become Rainclan's next top warrior, he would take her as a mentor, sour or not. She let her claw peak out of her graying-red paws as she pressed into him some more, "Poor little apprentice." She growled, trying to rill Crowpaw up into attempting to get her off. The manuvre to remove Timberwing was a hard, advanced move, and she knew it, which was why she had placed Crowpaw in such a position.
What had he learned on his own?