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Post by Fawn on Aug 18, 2014 18:54:17 GMT -5
HUNTING CHALLENGE!
Lionstar had given the signal, and the Medicine Cats escorted the participating apprentices into their respective Clan territories for the first official hunting challenge in known history.
The challenge will be broken down into three rounds, with everyone posting ONCE per round! Wait for my post to announce the end of each round before starting the next one. Remember, in each round you are to decide if your character has either hit or missed, and you must select one color.
For those of you playing multiple apprentices, you must state whether they hit or missed and select one color for each apprentice you play.
The medicine cats will be in charge of tracking the apprentices from their own Clans and making sure they aren’t cheating or trying to sabotage other apprentices. If you are playing an apprentice you can FEEL FREE to have them find a stash of some other apprentice's prey and try to either steal from it or whatever, but they WILL get caught by the medicine cat and immediately disqualified and sent back to camp.
The Colors: Lemon Kiwi Pomegranate Blueberry Grape Orange Cherry Lime
Hint: 3 out of 8 are NOT your friends, and 1 out of 8 is neutral.
Also, don't be afraid to pick three of the same colors, you can be all Lime if you want, but I'd personally play it a little safer and pick three different colors, just in case you end up picking three Misfortune Colors in a row!
All scores will be tallied at the end of the third round and the winner announced shortly after!
Happy Hunting Everyone, and may the odds be ever in your favor~
Note: If you have not signed up for the hunting challenge do not post in this thread!
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Post by Fawn on Aug 18, 2014 19:19:15 GMT -5
Mudpaw of LightningClan 7 Moons. Tom. The stocky brown tom, the color of wet earth, separated from the small group of participating LightningClan apprentices. Having already wished his siblings and his Clanmates luck, Mudpaw left behind Blazepaw's bragging about how many prey he'd catch and Gustpaw's verbal proclamations of besting him, breathing a soft sigh of relieved stress once he was out upon the moorlands again. He could leave his troubles behind when he focused on hunting, and it was an area where he excelled far better than Gustpaw or Blazepaw did, though he'd never brag about it to them; he didn't believe in doing all of that showboating and 'my fangs are sharper than yours' bickering that seemed to cause more negative feelings than actually boost any egos.
It wasn't long before he had spotted what he intended to make his first catch of the day; a young rabbit nibbled at the new plant growth nearby, before the small creature froze as if turned to petrified wood. Mudpaw, aware that the scents of so many cats just starting out would likely make hunting a bit of a challenge at first (perhaps that was the point of the competition, you had to be smart about this as well as a little lucky), until he and his Clanmates became better aware of one another and kept a reasonable distance, spreading out as the sun steadily rose above them.
Holding his breath, he waited until the rabbit mistook the silence for security, unaware of the earthen tom crouched low within the lush green grasses, the clean scent of rain surrounding him. At last, Mudpaw sprang, catching and killing the rabbit before it could utter that shrill, tell-tale death-shriek so many of it's kind were known for. Even if it was a competition, he wouldn't ruin the chances of the other apprentices, at least not on purpose. A pleasant flowery scent from the meadows wafted in on the breeze (along with the smell of field mouse), and for a moment, Mudpaw's thoughts traveled to the pretty rose-eyed she-cat he'd learned to be called Pinkpaw. How was she fairing, in this hunting competition? Good luck, Pinkpaw.
As he buried his kill, Mudpaw quietly hoped that TreeClan's territory was well-shaded.
OOC: Round One. Hit. Color: Bronze
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Post by Fate Admin on Aug 18, 2014 21:50:30 GMT -5
Blazepaw of LightningClanBlazepaw trotted along after Snowheart as his older brother led the LightningClan apprentices back into their own territory to begin hunting. Finally! Meeting the other Clans had been fun and all, but he was ready to win this and rub Gustpaw’s nose in it! His tail flicked arrogantly behind him, straight up in the air as he padded along beside his littermates. He gave them both a nudge with his shoulders as they came to a point at which they would part ways. He became uncharacteristically somber for a moment, dropping his voice to make sure no one else would overhear, “Make sure to catch a rabbit for Pigeonpaw, all right? Make it a big fat one.” Anger flashed in his pale green gaze, so much like his mother’s, that they had lost another family member, that Pigeonpaw couldn’t be here to catch his own prey for the competition.
With that he turned reluctantly away from his two remaining littermates, glancing back at them as they disappeared into the tall grass. Snowheart would be watching… nothing would happen to them. His claws sank into the ground briefly before he finally padded on, jaws parting to taste the air. Mouse was the first scent that came to him. He lowered instinctively, watching his steps more carefully as he pulled himself forward through the grass stalks, the scent growing stronger. A field mouse was nibbling some seeds in the shadows of the tall grass. Blazepaw crouched, his tail swished behind him, rattling the tall stalks and sending the mouse darting away to a nearby hole. Blazepaw let out a hiss of frustration. That was stupid! He turned around to glare at his tail briefly before turning away and scenting the air again. The mouse wouldn’t be coming back out for a while.
OOC: Round One. Miss. Color: Orange Pinkpaw of TreeClanLittletimber let the TreeClan apprentices away and Pinkpaw slunk along beside her sister, taking shelter in the shadow her sibling offered and squinting until they reached the shelter of the trees. She straightened out a bit then, back in familiar, shaded territory, her eyes not watering so much. She brushed her cheek gratefully against her sister’s shoulder, but then it everyone started going off on their own. Her plumed tail twitched nervously behind her as she looked first one way and then another, wondering where to start. Before she forgot, she turned back to Bluepaw, speaking in her normal quiet tone as if afraid to offend someone with the simple sound of her voice, “Good luck, I know you’ll do great!” And her? She wasn’t so sure.
She turned the opposite direction from her sister, padding among the shadows and scenting the air like Gorsetail had taught her. Her paws carried on, steps light and silent as a ghost. Pinkpaw had many disadvantages in this life as a warrior, but where she had the ability to do well, she always did her best. She had learned early on while Gorsetail trained her that if she was ever to catch anything she must be as silent as possible, for her bright white fur gave her away so easily in the shadowy undergrowth of TreeClan’s territory. She spent time, when she had it, simply practicing keeping her steps as light as she could, moving quickly and efficiently, and also silently. She was still improving, but she was already pretty good at it. She had begun to keep conscious of her movements even in everyday interactions, to keep as silent as possible at all times so it would become second nature, a habit she would never have to think about again. She wasn’t there yet, she had to think about it, but she was determined to make it so.
She paused as the flutter of wings perked her ears. She dropped into the hunter’s crouch, edging forward slowly and keeping to the cover of the forest’s undergrowth, as hidden as she could be with her glaringly obvious coat of white. A bright yellow finch was fluttering around at the base of a tree, plucking worms from the ground. Pinkpaw stilled, waiting for the bird to pause to devour its own prey. As it was occupied she bunched the muscles of her hind legs and leapt, catching the finch between outstretched forepaws and nipping its neck quickly. Her tail curled over her back triumphantly and she purred happily. She’d caught one thing at least! She buried the catch quickly and returned to the shadows, scenting the air once more.
OOC: Round One: Hit. Color: Cherry
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 21:51:28 GMT -5
REDPAW of StoneClan 06 Moons. Tom. Apprentice
It was time. The ginger tom stepped away from the other StoneClan apprentices and he headed in his own direction. He was going to do his best on this challenge. He was going to show Eagletalon that he really was paying attention during training. The young tom walked a few fox lengths before he stopped in his tracks. Right before his eyes, there was a squirrel climbing down from a tree.
The tom lowered himself to the ground and he maneuvered so that he would not be seen nor scented by the squirrel. The ginger tom stopped and he watched the squirrel quietly. After a few long moments, the squirrel finally left the tree and was headed away from them. Redpaw started to move after the squirrel then.
The tom picked up his pace a little and he froze when the squirrel did. When Redpaw was sure that the squirrel was not going to move, he inched forward. Once he was in the right spot, he pounced. The squirrel was fast, but Redpaw was quicker. The tom was soon putting all of his weight on the critter and soon enough, Redpaw had the taste of metallic blood in his mouth.
Redpaw took a moment to be sure that the critter was dead before he buried it. I hope this will be a good start.
OCC: Round 1 Hit Color: Lime
SNOWPAW of RainClan 06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
The white she-cat broke from the clan and she went on her hunt. She wanted to show that the new Deputy did not have a waste of an apprentice. She did not know where to go though, so she just wandered. The alabaster she-cat wandered and wandered and soon she caught the scent of a rabbit. She lowered herself and she stalked toward the busy rabbit. She waited until she was sure that she was close enough to pounce and that the rabbit was not about to move on her.
The she-cat bunched up her muscles and she pushed off. She landed on the rabbit clumsily but it was not a fast rabbit. She quickly sunk her teeth into it's neck and she waited until it moved no more. She quickly buried it and went on her way to catch more prey.
OCC: Round 1 Hit Color: Grape
EMBERPAW of TreeClan 06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
She was not prepared at all. She had not gotten sleep because her brothers had been making a lot of noise that night. She was tired and she was irritated, but she hoped that this would still work for her. She had left the group of apprentices a while back. She has seemed to have forgotten to use her senses because she would have seen three critters already if she would have been. But she soon caught sight of something and she jumped down into a crouch quickly.
She watched a small mouse. She had already decided that it was better than nothing. The calico she-cat stalked forward, but she stepped on a twig. She then dashed the get to the mouse, but the burrow for him was closer than she could run to stop him. She stared at the retreat for the mouse and she spat. "Mousedung!" She was not starting off very well for this competition, and she was getting angry.
OCC: Round 1 Miss Color: Kiwi
NIGHTPAW of NightClan 06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
Her black and white body moved quietly and swiftly through the NightClan forest. She was ready and she was excited, but she hid these factors very well. She slowed to a stalking walk when she caught the scent of something. It seemed to be a bird of some sort, and she watched it intently. There was a small water hole a few yards away from herself and the bird and she smirked lightly. She watched the birds movements and she smiled as it went to the water.
The she-cat lowered herself to a crouch and she stalked forward. When there was a twig in front of her, she stepped over it. Once she was the perfect distance away from the bird, she pounced. It tried to fly when it heard her leap, but Nightpaw had managed to sink her teeth into the bird's wing. She then slammed a paw on its body before she removed her teeth. Once her teeth were gone from the birds wing, she sunk them into its neck.
She waited and waited until it stopped moving and once it was still, she buried it away from the water. I think I will come back here later. She thought as she walked from where she was. She soon looked over to where her mentor would be standing with the other clans and she set off determined once more. She was going to make Blackwolf proud.
OCC: Round 1 Hit Color: Pomegranate
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Post by Hellion on Aug 19, 2014 5:52:58 GMT -5
Loose ends, they tangle down And then take flight But never tie me down He had grown very eager while waiting for Swanfeather to lead the way. It was nice to be given the chance to prove to his clan that despite his grief he would be of some value to them. With last minute pointers from his mentor and a fond good luck from his elder brother Hawkfall, the tabby tom followed after Swanfeather toward RainClan territory. He tasted the air as soon as his paws found familiar ground and darted off into the mixture of undergrowth of reeds. He found a creek that would hopefully carry a few fish and allowed his instincts to guide him into the shadows of the reeds to better see the fish and not warn them of his presences.
Just as his paws skidded over a few broken reeds he paused mid-stride and tasted the air. Fresh in the air was the warm scent of water vole it would be an easier catch than the fish and changed his mind and started to track the rodent. He lowered himself closer to the ground and was able to peer around some reeds to see the young vole trying to eat some grass. Lowering himself down to the ground he gathered himself up and launched himself up and over the low growing reeds to land on the vole and give a quick bite to the back of the neck, kill it. Perking his head up after his kill he beamed with pride and quickly covered it up, before heading off across the creek this time maybe get some bigger prey.
[Hit] [Grape] words: amount • tagged: whoever •
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Post by Insidious on Aug 19, 2014 14:00:16 GMT -5
B L U E P A W Would she be able to remain focused on her own hunting for the duration of the competition? Having returned to TreeClan territory in the wake of their respectable medicine cat, Littletimber, with her younger sibling ducking her head beneath her shoulder for protection from the sun’s rays had given the bluish-gray apprentice time to ponder it. She knew that Lionstar wouldn’t want her to jeopardize her chances for the sake of making sure that Pinkpaw did well, for certainly Gorsetail would have given her some helpful tips to make sure that, for occasions such as this, she could maneuver through TreeClan territory without having to go out into the sun too often. Smiling warmly at her sibling, she gently pushed her nose into the space between Pinkpaw’s shoulder and neck for encouragement, staying put for a few extra seconds, watching as she vanished into the foliage to begin.
Good luck.
Bluepaw took a deep breath, noting her surroundings and the various directions that she knew the other TreeClan participants to have broken off into. She didn’t want to hunt too close to anybody else, for doing so would decrease both her chances, as well as the other apprentice’s, of finding enough prey to be declared the winner. Despite knowing that Lionstar would be just as happy with her should she win or lose today, it didn’t lessen how much she still wanted to win for him - to make sure everybody understood how he was a great mentor; how she didn’t take learning from her leader for granted. Even though she had to push down her instincts to go off and help everybody else, and to make sure that they all had a good chance at winning this, she refused to forget about herself. This whole competition was strictly friendly, so it really didn’t matter who did or didn’t do well.
Stalking on silent paws, the apprentice heard the distinctive sound of a squirrel fiddling with an acorn. She immediately lowered her body into its hunting stance, recalling every detail that her and Lionstar had went over, recalling every training session that they had put into perfecting it. She took a daring step closer, and the squirrel froze mid-chew, glancing in her direction. Thankfully, her small frame was concealed by the greenery in which she was enclosed, so after a few seconds of her trying to calm her heartbeat and the squirrel searching frantically for its pursuer, it returned its utmost attention back to the acorn, the former threat having subsided. Bluepaw released the breath that she had been clutching tightly inside of her lungs, calculating the distance sprawled between them and her chances of reaching the squirrel before it could get its way back into the tree. Overcome by a new surge of confidence, and reminding herself that she wanted to impress the other Clans by making them see how thoroughly trained TreeClan’s apprentices were, she sprung forward with remarkable speed. By the time the squirrel could even register that the threat had returned, she was too close for it to react. Pinning it under the weight of her forepaws, she delivered a swift killing bite to the back of its neck as to not prolong its suffering or its fear, taking a moment to dwell within the success of her first hunt before she buried it and pursued the scent of a rabbit in the near distance.
OOC: Round One. Hit. Colour: Blueberry.
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 19, 2014 20:33:45 GMT -5
THIS IS FOR THE ONES WHO STAND Excitement raced through his veins, in time to the rapid tattoo of his heart as it beat in both eagerness and anticipation. Snowheart, who had never seemed to have an issue with speed, suddenly seemed to slow to a crawl as he led the LightningClan apprentices out onto the moorland. Didn’t his older brother know that Gustpaw had a competition to win? Blazepaw was under the misconception that he could catch twice as many rabbits as him, and the young tabby tom was keen on proving his brother wrong. However, the white Medicine Cat in front of them seemed to have none of the urgency that had infected his younger brother and no knowledge of just how important the hunting competition was; perhaps he had spent too much time breathing in the putrid fumes that always hung in the air around the Medicine Cat’s den.
Finally they arrived at their destination, and unwilling to waste any more time or give Snowheart the opportunity to call them back to go over the rules again, Gustpaw made to disappear into the undergrowth. A nudge to the side, however, had him pausing and turning back to see Blazepaw standing there, eyes burning with something other than competitive determination. His words, murmured softly so only the tabby tom would hear, jolted him rudely back into reality, where a hunting competition was the least of his worries. Swallowing, he nodded, heart far heavier than it had been moments before. “As long as you catch one for Galekit.” Though she thirsted for the day when she could take the first steps toward becoming a warrior, their sister had never had the chance to catch one for herself.
They shared a look before each turned away, and Gustpaw knew it was settled. Wherever they were, Pigeonpaw and Galekit would be feasting well, unforgotten by their brothers.
With a new purpose in his step, he loped away from the splitting point, knowing that such an energetic group of apprentices would have chased away all of the prey. Slowing to a walk and crouching low, he scented the air just as Darkcloud had taught him. Rabbit! The trail was fresh; his prey had recently passed by. Ears flicking, he turned to follow it, stepping carefully as the anticipation began to build once more. Plump and healthy from successful foraging throughout the warm, Green-Leaf days, it snuffled around utterly oblivious to the danger lurking just around the corner. Gustpaw grinned; it was perfect. Here was the plumpest rabbit he had seen in quite a while, so big that he could catch it for both Galekit and Pigeonpaw. Inching forward, he forced himself to take a deep breath and count to five – Darkcloud had said that he had a habit of rushing and had hoped that such an exercise might urge him to take his time – before he sprang forward, claws outstretched and ready to sink into the plump rabbit.
For a wonderful moment, he thought he had it; instead, his paws had pinned thin air. With a sudden burst of speed, it disappeared into the undergrowth off to his side. Yellow-green eyes watched it go, bitter, as he stood, claws sinking into the soft soil instead.
Round One: Miss Color: Pomegranate Gustpaw | LightningClan | Apprentice | Comes and Goes (In Waves) – Greg Laswell FOR THE ONES WHO THINK THEY CAN
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 20:55:56 GMT -5
Wrenpaw was very grateful when the competition started and she could get away from Dawnpaw, though the feeling banished as soon as she got back to her own territory with the rest of the LightningClan apprentices. They all looked so eager, and sure of themselves.
The tan apprentice shook herself and then padded off, away from the others. She headed deep into LightningClan territory, where rabbits may fled.
She took her time, not particularly confident she would find anything anyway, and was pleasantly surprised when she happened upon a young rabbit. It was a scrawny, young thing, but Wrenpaw leapt for it anyway. It moved a second too slow and fell to her, a quick bite and wrench of her head snapping its neck and killing it. She crept to a place where the grass was thinner and hid it among the stalks, scarping as much earth over it as she could before setting off again.
That was great! she thought to herself, and then a moment later added, Not that it matters. That was just lucky. Feeling a bit of her exuberance drain away, she kept her nose forward and senting, and went off for more prey.
Round One: Hit
Color: Blueberry
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 20:28:40 GMT -5
As Dawnpaw was lead back to Stoneclan, she already had in mind a route planned out. She had been recently scouting around in her free time for any bird nests or prey in general. After doing this for a few days the apprentice had decided on the best place to use her abilities. Walking with the group she took deep breaths. Now was the time to prove to her mother and father that she was something great. Now was the time to show Cricketleap what she was made of.
With the nod from the medicince cat, Dawnpaw was off. She moved quite enough so that, with luck, none of her intended prey would hear her coming. The apprentice soon came to the spot and smiled. As she had thought there were birds. A group of thrush were pecking at the ground. The sheer ease of this hunt made Dawnpaw more confident.
Lowering herself to the ground the she-cat stalked her prey. When she knew she was in range, the readied herself to spring. Gathering her strength, Dawnpaw pushed herself off straight towards the group of thrush. She easily grabbed one, snapping it’s neck before it could flap it’s wings twice. Reaching she tried to grab a second one, but only got some of the feathers from it’s wing.
Sighing, Dawnpaw buried her trush, wishing she had been able to use her energy to catch that second thrush. Either way she reasoned that at least she had caught something. Noting where she had buried her bird, she moved on to her next hunt.
OOC- First Round. Hit.
Color- Grape
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Post by Fawn on Aug 20, 2014 21:15:22 GMT -5
THE FIRST ROUND IS NOW OVER, PROCEED TO THE 2ND ROUND! Mudpaw of LightningClan 7 Moons. Tom. On two separate occasions, Mudpaw ran smack-dab into one of his siblings or another apprentice out hunting; rather than get annoyed, there was some sort of mutual awkwardness about it. As if both were afraid the other would discover their secret cache of prey and take it for themselves; Mudpaw did find Gustpaw's, or at least what smelled like Gustpaw's, but, in the name of good sportsmanship, he left it well enough alone.
Just to be sure, he doubled back towards his own a second and third time throughout the day; clutching a thrush by the neck, the stocky brown tom almost dropped it in surprise as he saw a smaller apprentice poking around the exact spot he'd buried his other kills. Setting aside his thrush, he charged forward aggressively, face fixed in an expression of surly dismay and disapproval. "That's mine, go away!" It wasn't like him to be so rude, but he trusted Foxpaw about as much as he trusted a fox in general. Grouchy, Mudpaw took the time to painstakingly move his cache, which involved several trips back and forth in the heat of sunhigh - but it was worth it. He wasn't about to have a dishonorable cat ruin his turn at the challenge; even if he wasn't intent upon winning, he was intent upon fairness. OOC: Ruby for Pinkpaw. Hit.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 22:00:31 GMT -5
REDPAW of StoneClan 06 Moons. Tom. Apprentice
The tom moved and moved and he just could not seem to find anything yet. He had made a few good catches already, but he was scared on not being able to find anymore. His worry was starting to take over his senses. The ginger tom stopped soon enough though and he stared at a rabbit. It was plump and well fed, and it looked good. It looked so good, that it was making Redpaw's mouth water. He lowered himself to the ground and he started to stalk forward. He remembered what Eagletalon said about not moving so close to the ground.
Well, right as he was about to pounce, he stepped on a twig. The rabbit was fast, ad so was Redpaw. Redpaw darted after the moving rabbit and he dodged the bushes and trees. But, as StarClan would have it, Redpaw ran smack dab into a tree when he looked in the opposite direction. He sat on his rump and stared blankly at the tree that he just ran into. "Ouch..." He sighed then and she shook his head lightly. As he did that though, he had a pang of pain shoot through his head.
He sighed once more and he walked on. He may have lost that rabbit and hurt himself, but he was not about to give up just yet.
Round 2 Miss Color: Lemon
SNOWPAW of RainClan 06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
She knew that she had gotten lucky with that rabbit before, and she did not want to miss another piece of prey, but she was not much of a hunter just yet. The white she-cat moved silently through the RainClan lands. She wanted to catch something. So far, she has had very bad luck, but she has still got something. The she-cat sighed lightly and she sat down on the ground. She had half of a thought to just quit, but she did not want to disgrace her mentor like that. The she-cat let her eyes wander the lands and they stopped on a critter. It was a mouse. She wanted that mouse to add to her slowly growing pile.
She watched it and she moved slowly to a crouch from her sitting position. But something made a noise and it was not her. She looked to her right and there was an apprentice who had stepped on a twig. She sighed as she watched the mouse run away from the predators and she hung her head. She was starting to feel defeated. "Timberwing, I am sorry, I have failed you so far." She let her thoughts become vocals and she got up once more and started to move on.
Round 2 Miss Color: Cherry
EMBERPAW of TreeClan 06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
She thought her luck was starting to get better. She was starting to catch some kind of prey. She was currently counting the prey in her pile, but she frowned as she saw that it was short two pieces. Mousebrains... She shook her head and she took the time to move her pile. She was not about to lose anymore prey to a sore loser or cheater. Once she had relocated her pile. She started off toward the gathering place once more and she caught scent of a rabbit. She looked around her and she saw the white furry critter. She drop herself into a crouch, and she stalked toward it.
The calico she-cat stalked and stalked and soon she was just about to be towering over it. Mousebrained rabbit. She thought then. She pounced, but she lost her footing as she landed on the ground. She actually landed on the right side of the rabbit. She stared at her paws in disbelief as she heard the rabbit curry off. She hissed at herself then and she flicked her tail irritably. She was not about to admit defeat though, she was going to keep trying. She was going to catch more and win this competition.
Round 2 Miss Color: Grape
NIGHTPAW of NightClan 06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
She was doing good in her mind. She was able to show that she was learning something from Blackwolf. The black and white she-cat moved through the forest and she soon spotted another critter for her to claim. She looked at the mouse and she dropped into a crouch. It was a nice and plump mouse, it looked like it had just finished stuffing it's own face. The she-cat stalked forward, she froze when she pushed a pebble though and she watched the critter for any movement. When it did not move, she stepped forward once more, and she made sure that she picked up her paws. The she-cat stopped a few yards away and she jumped.
Her front paws landed on his back and she sunk her teeth into it's neck. Once she was sure that it was dead, she walked back to her pile and she decided that it was time to move it. She then took the long amount of time to move her kills from once spot to another. This she-cat was proud of herself and she knew that Blackwolf would be proud as well, or at least, she hoped.
Round 2 Hit Color: Orange
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Post by Fate Admin on Aug 20, 2014 23:37:21 GMT -5
Blazepaw of LightningClanBlazepaw had slowly worked his way toward the star field, stalking through the tall grass with his jaws parted for prey scent. He had at one point chased a rabbit unknowingly toward another apprentice lying in wait and the foxheart had snatched it up and taken off with it. He would remember that later, that’s for sure. He’d turned in the opposite direction, tail lashing, nearly spitting rage. Just wait until they had battle training together, he’d shred that dumb Buzzardpaw! He hadn’t much luck since then, owing mostly to the apprentices being in too close proximity to each other, which had sent him wandering off toward the star field to begin with.
The gentle rustling of feathers caught his attention and he paused. He lowered slowly, creeping forward. There was a bird of some sort pecking at the ground up ahead. He didn’t waste much time, darting forward and flinging himself at the creature, only to sheathe his claws mid leap as he recognized the bird as a dove. He twisted awkwardly in the air, landing only a few mouse lengths away from where the bird had been, now flapping rapidly into flight to escape the threat he had posed. He stood there watching it fly away, calling alarm to any nearby prey. He cursed himself silently. If only he’d figured out it was a dove before he’d leapt for it… but he’d just been so desperate to catching something! He ducked his head, pushing back into the tall grass to resume his search elsewhere, where the dove’s call hadn’t alerted prey to hide. He would never kill a dove, instead each one would continue to live… even as she could not.
OOC: Round 2: Miss. Color: Orange Pinkpaw of TreeClanPinkpaw slid through the shadows, keeping aware of her every movement; how her tail twitched and swayed and where each paw was placed. Her ears remained angled forward, all the better to funnel in any sound of prey up ahead. The distinctive chittering of a squirrel soon reached her ears and she paused, scenting the air and focusing on the sound, determining the best way to approach. She circled around, making sure the wind blew her scent away from the squirrel, but paused when a stretch of sunlight fell between her and cover of shadow she was trying to reach. Her ears flicked back and she turned back to look at the squirrel, nibbling an acorn in the middle of a small clearing. It hadn’t noticed her yet.
She moved forward, through the undergrowth, until it thinned and left nothing but bright sunlight between her and her prey. Her pale pink gaze narrowed painfully and she thought about turning back, leaving the squirrel altogether. She took a slow, deep breath. Whiteshade could walk around in the sun. He lived in LightningClan without the comforting cover of the trees over his head. Maybe she just had to get used to it. She braced herself, crouching, muscled tensed, and sprang forward, claws digging into the earth to propel her forward through the sunlight. But her eyes watered painfully, blurring her vision, and her pounce was badly timed, the distance poorly judged. The squirrel scampered up the nearest tree while Pinkpaw raced for the shade. She crouched in the undergrowth, pawing at her burning eyes and wondering how Whiteshade did it.
OOC: Round 2: Miss Color: Lemon
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Post by Insidious on Aug 22, 2014 11:26:30 GMT -5
B L U E P A W The rabbit that she had next went off to pursue had wound up being just as unlucky as the squirrel from before. Rabbits were a trickier species of prey to successfully hunt, what with their fine tuned hearing. She recalled a heavier lesson from Lionstar taking place on rabbits alone, and having been able to put all of his helpful tips to good use, the hunt had been a breeze. The rabbit was hanging from her jaws, confidence glistening in her pale blue eyes, as she searched for a good place to bury it so that no other snoopy TreeClan participants would be able to find it and try and claim it for themselves. She thought better of the other TreeClan apprentices, but she knew as well as anybody else that, sometimes, competition could get inside of somebody’s head and make them do mousebrained things.
Settling for a spot not too far off from her previously buried squirrel - she wanted to be able to find all of the prey she was catching when it was time to collect everything - she set off once again, on the hunt for a mouse that she had smelled a while back when focused on the rabbit.
Briefly, her mind wandered to the Gathering that she had been at before all of the participating apprentices returned to their designated Clan territories. She had been with Rushwhisker, whom had wished both her and her sister good luck. Flushed with embarrassment by the fondness with which she recalled such a name and a face, she tried to dispel her head of its thoughts of Rushwhisker and, instead, remain entirely attuned to the hunt. Somewhere out there, in these territories, Pinkpaw was doing the exact same thing as she was, and she hoped with all of her heart that she was having the same kind of luck - StarClan knew that she needed it on her side more than most, what with the sun having recently come out from hiding.
OOC: Round Two. Hit. Colour: Pomegranate.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2014 20:37:10 GMT -5
Wrenpaw, despite her best efforts, still felt pretty good about her first catch. She headed deeper into LightningClan territory, careful to change direction whenever she came upon scents of other apprentices. It wasn't easy; there were many apprentices out, and very eager to catch prey.
She faced herself into the wind and tilted her head back, letting her jaw hang open. The breeze drifted past her scent glands and told her the territory's story. She let her jaw close and bounded forward as quietly as she could, heading toward a fresh rabbit scent.
She found it in a patch of tall, golden grass, carefully snuffling around, its back to her. Wrenpaw took a slow step forward, her ears pricked forward and every sense focused. With one push of her strong back legs she leapt... Moments after the wind changed direction and the rabbit scented her. It turned, and with a sharp squeak of fear it bolted into the grass with the brown apprentice hot on its heels.
She stretched, concentrating, her claws outstretched to kill.. and missed by a hairs breadth as the rabbit ducked into a hole. Wrenpaw growled, pacing outside of the hole for a moment before she turned to hunt elsewhere. Disappointment was bitter in her mouth. Stupid, she chided herself. You just got lucky last time. With that last thought she left, casting one last angry glance at the hole the rabbit had ran into. It'd be long gone by now. Hopefully, at least, another apprentice would catch it, and that would teach it to get away.
Round One: Miss
Color: Cherry
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 16:38:45 GMT -5
Her own excitement was hard for Dawnpaw to quell. She knew that when hunting she couldn’t let the excitement of a previous kill get to her. Taking a deep breath the apprentice focused on what her mother had told her. Letting her mind fill with Success is the only way, the only way to success is controlling your energy Dawnpaw calmed down. After a few seconds of reciting and breathing Dawnpaw had mostly calmed her twitching tail.
Moving on from her brief rest, Dawnpaw continued to her next spot. Often she had seen squirrels around here, scurrying around for nuts and seeds. Quietly moving around she perked her ears for any noise. In the distance she heard a bird, but it was too far away to tell where the bird was. Then Dawnpaw heard a rustling. Taking a deep breath with her nose she could smell the squirrel and moved forward slowly. She was in luck with the wind, as she was downwind and didn’t have to reposition.
Approaching the squirrel, Dawnpaw readied herself. Coiling her hind legs to pounce the apprentice tensed up. Suddenly the squirrel looked up, no longer engrossed in it’s scavenging. Dawnpaw knew time was up and leapt towards her prey. Unsheathing her claws, she grabbed at the startled squirrel. Sharp claws sunk into the squirrels neck, killing instantly.
A smile spread across the apprentices face. She was two for two, and as long as she kept her excitement in check it would be an easy third kill. Looking down at her bloody squirrel she buried it, covering the blood she had left behind with some dirt. Dawnpaw then scampered off to her next place.
OOC: Round 2: Hit Color: Lemon
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