Chasing Rabbits [Mudpaw] Dec 31, 2014 23:47:04 GMT -5
Post by Fate of Five Admin on Dec 31, 2014 23:47:04 GMT -5
The Hunting Contest during the Apprentice Games had actually done quite a lot to boost her confidence, about her hunting ability at least. She hadn’t won, but she had done very well, only four of the other apprentices had done better! Gorsetail had been proud of her and it had made her feel warm inside. She had even beaten Bluepaw, which she of course apologized for and felt awful about but Bluepaw was equally as proud of her as Gorsetail had been and had seemed genuinely happy about it. It did a lot to assuage her guilt over it. She knew Bluepaw would never be mad at her over something like that, but she couldn’t help but feel bad about it anyway. Bluepaw did so much for her, she deserved to do well. And she was normal… freaks like her weren’t supposed to beat normal cats at things like that.
Still, she was happy that she had proven Gorsetail to be a fantastic mentor, because training her wasn’t always the easiest thing to do. She did her best to listen and learn of course, but the sun caused problems that she just couldn’t help and had a very hard time overcoming. She’d been doing better since she saw Whiteshade though. Whiteshade was like her, and he lived in LightningClan, without the comforting shelter of the trees. If he could survive out there, surely she could do fine in TreeClan. She had been doing secret training herself, trying to stay out longer in the sun and not squinting so much. She was pretty sure she was getting better at it. It was still uncomfortable, painful at times, but she was determined to learn to live with it so she could be the best she could be for her Clan. Just as it wasn’t her fault she was born like this, it wasn’t her Clan’s fault either, and they didn’t deserve to carry her along like a helpless kit for the rest of her life, a useless mouth to feed who couldn’t contribute.
She and Gorsetail had been assigned to a hunting patrol with two other warriors and Pinkpaw found herself near the LightningClan border. Gorsetail had tried to suggest they go the other way but she had insisted. There was more sun here, not that it mattered too much today, with the rather overcast sky, a dull gray above. She’d assured him she would be okay so he had relented. She knew he wasn’t far as she stalked forward; like Bluepaw, he had grown to watch over her. Her whiskers twitched happily as she thought about him. She was very glad Lionstar had chosen him as her mentor. She focused on the rabbit nibbling grass a few fox lengths away and crept forward another few paces until it suddenly stopped and lifted its head, scenting the air and looking wary. She crouched low and kept still until it resumed its meal, knowing very well the wind was with her, blowing her scent safely away rather than toward her prey.
Judging the distance, she tensed, extending her claws, and took off toward the rabbit, low to the ground, steps light and swift. The rabbit took off toward the LightningClan border, but she had already closed in on it and leaped onto its back, sinking claws and teeth in, snapping its neck quickly. She raised her tail triumphantly, still several tail lengths inside her own border, and licked the blood from her muzzle. She loved rabbit. If there was anything to be said about LightningClan, they had a good choice in prey. Rabbit wasn’t quite as common on the TreeClan freshkill pile as she would like, though TreeClan’s forest rabbits tended to be plumper than LightningClan’s meadow rabbits. This was one clearly a LightningClan rabbit, crossed over the border, but prey didn’t have borders. She dragged the creature’s limp body over to the base of a tree where a fern was growing, stashing it beneath the arching leaves for now and glancing over the border, hoping she might catch a glimpse of Whiteshade.