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HE'S GOT LIONS IN HIS HEART, A FIRE IN HIS SOUL

HE'S GOT A BEAST IN HIS BELLY THAT'S SO HARD TO CONTROL

NOW LIGHT A MATCH, STAND BACK, WATCH HIM EXPLODE

The skinny black tom ghosted noiselessly through the meadows he called home. Despite being early morning, the sky was dreadfully dark. Heavy clouds hung low over the valley, casting frightful shadows over what should've been a bright day. Paired with the eerie cloud cover, an unnerving quiet lay thick over the valley, promising what could be a wicked storm to come.

Weaselpaw's steps were light as he wove his way through the tall grasses toward LightningClan's main source of water. The water of Crystal Creek was cool and clear and it was a good place to hunt some of the moor's slower prey. As he neared the creek, he slowed, parting his jaws briefly to taste the air.

He was careful not to breathe in too deeply; his lungs weren't quite up to the challenge and he didn't want to risk breaking down into a coughing fit so soon into his hunting trip. Closing his jaws quietly, his eyes and ears scanned for any signs of prey lurking nearby. A rustling sound caught his attention and he instantly crouched, head swiveling to the source of the sound.

A water vole was hunched over not far away, crunching on the reeds at the edge of the creek. The wind was blowing his scent away from the vole, so Weaselpaw slipped into a deeper crouch, focusing all his attention on the creature. He stepped forward cautiously, creeping closer. Once close enough to pounce, he did, landing squarely on the vole's back. Before it could let out a warning cry, alarming any other prey in the vicinity, Weaselpaw delivered a quick bite to its throat, fangs sinking into the flesh and snapping its neck with a gruesome pop.

Fawn, @poptart
either one of you (or both of you) can hop in if you'd like. thread is also open to everyone else, if anyone's interested.
Spooky words: dreadfully, frightful, shadows, eerie, unnerving, wicked, alarming, fangs, gruesome

WEASELPAW

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6 Moons. LightningClan. She-Cat.

Weaselpaw wasn't alone out in the territories. Unaware of his presence, another apprentice had sneaked out to practice her own hunting technique. Minkpaw kept low to the ground, dark brown fur blended well with the shadows as she crept forwards. She lacked the grace or experience of an older cat, having had little hunting training to date, and so was erring on the side of caution as she moved painfully slowly over the cold earth and scattered dead leaves. She glanced up at the sky, ears panning to the side with uncertainty as she tried to judge if it was going to rain. She was no fan of getting soaked, especially as the days grew colder, but the clouds hung there in a pregnant silence, not giving her any hints, and so the she-cat moved on.

She brushed quietly through the grass, concentrating on keeping her feathery tail low and out of sight, and peered out at the creek ahead of her. She couldn't see anything, and was unsure of exactly what to do next until a memory flashed in her mind of her training with Robinflame in the tunnels. Down there she hadn't been able to see at all, but there were other senses available to her and she took a deep breath in the crisp morning air, catching the familiar scent of a vole and... Weaselpaw?

The she-cat cast around as she heard the vole in question rustle about on the bank, trying to pinpoint her gangly black clan mate, but there was no sign of him.

I must be downwind of him? Maybe he's near the vole if I scented them together?

She peered at the vole from behind her cover of grass, once again trying to spot the other apprentice.

THERE!

The black cat was off to the side of the vole, with Minkpaw being the third point in the triangle of the vole, Weaselpaw, and herself. The wind was blowing towards her, and so therefore neither the vole nor Weaselpaw would have scented her or each other. Minkpaw felt herself holding her breath, staying quiet and willing her clan mate to make a successful kill as she watched with wide eyes and perked up ears.

As he dealt the final blow, Minkpaw stepped out of the grasses with a massive grin on her face, padding up to Weaselpaw with her tail and head kept low for secrecy,

"Nice job!"

She mewed, keeping her voice hushed so as not to spook any nearby prey. She didn't know the tom very well, but didn't see that as much of a barrier to interaction. It occurred to her that he might be with a mentor and that she could be about to get in trouble for going out alone,

"You out here alone?"

She craned her neck up to cast around for a warrior, a worried look flashing over her features.

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Word Count: 491

Tags:Amber

Notes: Will pop my Minkpaw in then ^_^ She needs apprentice friends xD and what better for a mink than a weasel?

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redscar

It seemed Redscar and a number of the clans apprentices had the same idea, it was a good time to roam the territory to see what prey was left scampering around whilst it was still a plentiful commodity for them to find. Of the two apprentices that Redscar stumbled upon one happened to be Weaselpaw, an apprentice that had experienced more than his fair share of hardship in his lifetime. Seeing the tom bring down a vole caused pride to well up inside Redscar, and his day had been made. Lightningclan's deputy loved finding reasons to be proud of those he shared his home with, and on a daily basis this seemed to be an impossibly easy task. "Not alone at all it seems, good catch Weaselpaw." Redscar mewed in response to Minkpaws' question, kindly announcing his presence. "Perhaps since we are all out we can form a hunting patrol? Would you care to take the lead Weaselpaw?" He wondered if Weaselpaw felt the same pride in himself that Redscar felt for him.

deputy of

lightningclan

background image | Amber Fawn @sparrowkeeper | table by phoenix

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“Nice job!”

His black ears jolted to the source of the call, the violent movement relaying the shock and surprise he felt. In his hunt, he hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone, and Minkpaw’s sudden presence was startling. She smiled at him, and he relaxed slightly. “You out here alone?”

Before Weaselpaw could respond in the affirmative, another voice broke in. “Not alone at all, it seems. Good catch, Weaselpaw.” Weaselpaw ducked his head in a mix of embarrassment and acknowledgement of the deputy’s praise. Redscar’s next words caused Weaselpaw’s head to jerk up again in surprise. “Perhaps since we are all out we can form a hunting patrol? Would you care to take the lead Weaselpaw?”

He looked at the deputy with his eyes wide. He wanted him to lead the patrol? Sure, he was old enough to be a warrior moons ago, but he still held his apprentice name, and Redscar was deputy; why would he want to follow someone of such lower rank? After a moment, he realized that Redscar was serious, so Weaselpaw swallowed hard. He focused on removing the shocked, wide-eyed nervous apprentice look from his face and gave a somewhat firm nod. “Very well.” He glanced at Redscar, then Minkpaw, before turning his eyes along the creek. He glanced critically along the banks of the stream, analyzing the area.

“We’ve lingered here too long. Even with the wind blowing away from the water, our scent is thicker here. Any lingering prey will probably remain hidden until it fades.” He looked left and right along the creek. “Let’s travel upstream. We should be able to find more prey away from here.” With a final decisive nod, he picked up this vole and picked his way back onto the grasses. Leaving the creek bank, he scratched a shallow hole and dropped his prey, burying it lightly for when they would return. He gave a flick of his tail and padded off, walking silently along the stream, glancing back only once to see the other two following him. He allowed himself the faintest smile before turning back to the task he’d been given, unable to keep the small swell of pride from rising in his chest.

@sparrowkeeper, @poptart

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6 Moons. LightningClan. She-Cat.

Minkpaw ducked her head sheepishly as she heard Redscar's voice, managing to pull off a full body flinch as she tried to hide behind the far skinnier Weaselpaw.

Caught! StarClan damn it I'm in trouble now!

She thought to herself, but it seemed that she was going to get a reprieve after all, since Redscar seemed more interested in turning this little misstep into a hunting patrol than he was in chastising her and Weaselpaw directly. She glanced at the other apprentice, waiting to see what he would do now that he had been given the lead, and was rather impressed at the results. He spoke as if he'd been specifically studying how to hunt or something, and Minkpaw felt a little shown up and impressed all at once, following Weaselpaw as he indicated for them to come after him.

Despite herself, the apprentice turned to look at Redscar with her brows raised, her face a perfect picture of

Not bad at all

she shrugged, padding softly after her clan mate and sniffing at the air to see if she could pick up the scent of any new prey.

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Word Count: 197
Tags:Amber @poptart
Notes: Sorry it's so short ^_^'