blind leading the blind [Oakpaw] Jun 13, 2013 21:19:14 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Jun 13, 2013 21:19:14 GMT -5
Wasn’t there a saying somewhere about the blind leading the blind? Usually he was not one to pay attention to such nonsense, let alone apply it to his own life, but he thought that in this case, the phrase was too fitting to ignore and brush aside. For all the talent he had at hunting, he might as well have been blind, and how they expected him to successfully pass on that knowledge to Oakpaw was beyond him. He had no hunting prowess to teach, and anyone in NightClan who was unaware of the fact either had to be deaf – even then, he doubted that such a disability would prevent knowledge like that from spreading, when simple observation would be just as effective as word of mouth – or living under a rock for the past 30 moons. If it was the latter, chances were they were no longer NightClan, for he doubted that Ravenstar would tolerate such a decision for 30 moons.
Beckoning to the apprentice – what with the hero-like worship he had received from the start, he knew without looking that the younger tom was there by his side – Ratfur led the other deeper into NightClan territory and farther from the camp and any popular hunting spots. Though ridicule had become a part of his life (Thanks, Blackwolf), he had no desire to publicize his failures and attract any more attention to them than he already would. Besides, in the event that they would make fools of themselves, they would not interrupt any other warrior’s hunting. And the forest was ripe with chances to humiliate.
Flicking his tail, the warrior came to a halt, allowing his green eyes to survey the surroundings with a critical eye. While he was not completely confident that the area actually had prey, he knew that, at the very least, they were alone. ”Hunting. I don’t doubt that Thornpaw has shown you the basics multiple times, and I know that we have covered it ourselves before,” He started, tail twitching behind him. The tom was fully aware of the apprentice’s enthusiasm and distaste for his brother’s mentor. ”But unless you have proven yourself to become unnaturally adept at the task overnight—“ Here he paused for a moment, as if waiting for some indication that his words were true despite knowing full well that they were not ”—then I think it prudent to cover them once more.” There was no need to linger on them, of course, not when he was about to repeat the instructions he had delivered numerous times before.
For all his eye rolling at the thought of teaching an apprentice a task that he could not complete himself, Ratfur had to acknowledge that he at least knew the theory behind hunting. That in itself was rather simple, and far easier to say than carry out. ”Keep your weight evenly distributed in your crouch,” He intoned, listing everything with barely a pause between them. It was to act as more a review after all, not a first lesson. They had had that already, and he avoided thinking about the event as much as possible. ”Keep your fur from brushing against the ground. You want your movement to be easy and fluid, well-balanced and unlikely to stumble. Focus on your surroundings as well as your prey, remember; stepping on that twig by your foot is a very fast way of ruining your prospects of bringing home food.” Perhaps, if he repeated the information enough, he could drill it into his apprentice’s skull. ”Try your crouch again.” It was doubtful, he decided a moment later, but he could dream.