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A Hawk a Day Keeps the Gnawing Away [Gnawingpaw Training Thread]
https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=55198 | Gnawingpaw | 5 Moons - WindClan Apprentice Lyrebird's Lullaby - Inactive | Well Insulated - Active Black and red fur surrounded pale, frosted green eyes as the crested feline stared upwards, finding no snow falling despite the light layer of white carpeting the ground beneath her. Kit coat fully fluffed out into its leafbare thickness, the Maine Coon mix padded out of the nursery with more wonder in her eyes than she had managed since her apprenticeship had started. Like most of her littermates, she had refused any sort of training until Frostkit had caught up with the rest of them. But a part of her felt as if she was wasting her time. What was the point of losing her identity if she wasn't going to try and get ahead? Gnawingpaw blinked, her focus on the ground as she saw her pawprints following her chosen path as she walked out to the clearing. She had told Gretty before that both her and Ber would be the best ever leafbare hunters ever! Just like her Snowydad. And yet now, for the first time in her life... she had her reservations. First time? No. Not really. Those had begun the moment she had gone from Cardinalkit to Gnawingpaw. Her lack of belonging had hit her harder than she could possibly understand at her young age, and as such, she was incapable of properly processing the emotions brewing within. Instead, she bounded forward. Stubbornly. With purpose. So what if snow was a lot paler in color than her suddenly not quite white enough fur? So what if she would have to work harder than her littermates at fitting into the snow? She would still be able to hunt just fine. She'll be the damn best! Twilightstar wanted her to gnaw? Well then she would gnaw. She would gnaw, bite, and tear into every piece of prey she could find. Into every enemy that stood in her way. But to do that... she would have to start training, and today was just as good a day as any! "Uncle Fur! Uncle Fur! Sun's out, sun's out! Let's go!" Gnawingpaw called as she poked her head into the warriors' den, her voice commanding as she pushed any doubts out of her mind. She would excel at this because she said so. There was no room for her father's faltering, stumbling weakness here. @Mica [Hawkfur] |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=55198 | Gnawingpaw | 5 Moons - WindClan Apprentice Lyrebird's Lullaby - Inactive | Well Insulated - Active | Bilingual [T1] - Active A snort escaped her as the fury grumbled in his still sleepy state, half amused, half annoyed. She was like, the apprentice here? Wasn't it supposed to be her who was afforded the luxurious sleeping in while her mentor forced her awake to go training? Well, she couldn't fully blame Uncle Fur in this instance, she supposed. It wasn't his fault that he was dealing with perfection. After all, her being a treasure no more did not really change her, did it? She was still the same perfect cat she had always been, wasn't she? Duh, of course she was. Being anything less was unacceptable. At his greeting and question, Gnawingpaw's tiny ears twitched, her face wrinkling in thought. If she was going to be honest, she like... preferred starting with fighting? But then, she supposed that wasn't an option. Twilightstar had said that they could only start training when they were six moons old, hadn't she? Bo-o-ring. But like... she wasn't an idiot. The Rockheads had taken all the stupid in the family and left none for her and her sisters. If the leader gave a command, she wasn't about to throw some stupid tantrum just to get her way. That wasn't what an apprentice on her way to becoming the number one warrior and eventual leader of the forest did, duh! Instead, the large apprentice shrugged before nodding her head. If anything, it worked. Her littermates hadn't been eating all that much of late, and they looked... off. Like, something was wrong. Obviously the warriors weren't bringing in the good stuff. Which meant that she had to like, do their stupid work for them and learn how to hunt the best prey in the plateau so her littermates could go back to being the usual selves. Yeah, she could work with this for sure. "Like, yeah. Hunting sounds good. I'm going to like, bring the biggest, fattest prey back on my first try. It's going to be so much prey, it'll be like newleaf came early, that's how much I'm going to bring," she declared, the uncertainty in her voice slowly leaving her, becoming unrestrained boasting by the time she was finished; a hunger that had nothing to do with the prey she was slated to learn how to hunt flickering within her frosty green hues. @Mica [Hawkfur] |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=55198 | Gnawingpaw | 5 Moons - WindClan Apprentice Lyrebird's Lullaby - Inactive | Well Insulated - Active | Bilingual [T1] - Active Uncle Fur's mention of her mother instantly lighting up her eyes, the large apprentice turned gleefully towards her mentor, a wide, open mouthed grin spread across her features. It wasn't until Firenotmom's name was mentioned that her smile flickered, confusion overtaking her expression momentarily before she scoffed, a scowl soon replacing the befuddlement that had been there mere blinks before. Her hackles raised the more the tom spoke, the disrespect almost all consuming. That worthless, no good tabby was not her mother. Yeah, she gave them milk when they were little, but as soon as she had the chance she dropped them, never paying them any more mind than she had to. As far as she was concerned, that cat was not fit to be called her mother, and she would never do so. It was bad enough Twilightstar had taken her place as a treasure, but like, the fury confusing her actual mother for that sad excuse for a cat was not okay. This sort of insult would have gone almost unnoticed from most other cats. It wasn't their fault that they were idiots, obvs. But this was her uncle. Who'd had been placed in the same situation. Like, hadn't Firenotmom also had to take care of Gretty and her other cousins after Auntie Brave - who was like, the coolest fury ever, duh - had died and joined her own mom? Bet he didn't call Firenotmom Gretty's mom too. Like, really? He should know better than that. "Berryfrost is my mom, not Firestorm. I ain't nothing like her, alright? I actually take care of my family," Gnawingpaw huffed, her tiny ears flattening on her head as she spoke, her pale green eyes flashing with anger even as she refrained from saying anything further on the matter. Insulted as she was, the fluffy calico was not dumb. She left that to the rockheads. And even they knew better than to throw a stupid tantrum in the middle of training. Or at least, she hoped they did. Stars, how annoying would it be if they didn't? Instead, she kept her eyes on the fury, following his steps on the white coating of snow that littered the territory with a confidence that was so unlike her father's own way of carrying him self. Listening intently as he kept talking. Pausing only when he stopped, lifting her head to the air as she closed her eyes, attempting to catch a whiff of any prey scent in the breeze. Despite her general disdain for Snowdad's inherent weakness and cowardly ways, Gnawingpaw could admit she suddenly found herself impressed with how easily the white tom could scent out such exact things with a single sniff. As she stood, she felt foolish as her mottled nose twitched and turned, her head swiveling left and right as she tried to catch any and all hints of prey in this bleak landscape. Irritated, the young apprentice had been about to question her uncle when she suddenly sensed it. The familiar scent of feathers trailing towards her as the wind washed over her. Not her favorite, but her eyes shone with excitement. Her father had once told them how the first thing he'd ever hunted had been a hawk. She doubted she'd get so lucky, but perhaps... just maybe... she would be able to get a cardinal? A gift from her mother to let her know that she was still a valued treasure, no matter what Toadstar said. "Bird!" she mewed with noticeable, kittenish glee, the earlier bitterness evidently forgotten as she turned to Uncle Fur for confirmation on what she'd scented. @Mica [Hawkfur] | Feel free to have it be any bird! The hopes for a cardinal genuinely just her having wishful thinking. :laughing: | |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=55198 | Gnawingpaw | 5 Moons - WindClan Apprentice Lyrebird's Lullaby - Inactive | Well Insulated - Active | Bilingual [T1] - Active The calico blinked with owlishly open eyes as her uncle spoke about birds and how tricky they were to catch, absorbing the information as if her life depended on it. For a moment, she again felt that twinge of anger and regret that her name had been taken from her. The more she heard about this feathery prey, the more she respected them. Cardinalpaw would have been a wonderful name for her, and Cardinalstar would have been a worthy name for the future leader of all four clans. Alas, that was gone now. She had to settle for what she had been given, and if she could be named after a treasured bird no longer, then she would kill them all and instill herself as the number one bird hunter in the clan. It was the only justifiable thing to do. Tiny ears perked up as Gnawingpaw was asked to show Uncle Fur her best crouching stance, and swiftly, she did her best to do as he had told her. It wasn't difficult... which... like... duh? She'd grown up with the rockheads. Creeping up on them and being creeped up on by them was just a part of daily living. Plus, much as Snowydad wasn't the most respectable warrior out there, he was like, fairly decent at hunting. He'd shown them how to do proper crouches when they were kits. Not as part of one of those plebian lessons he gave. Please. But just because they were special and deserved to have all the knowledge ever to be the best. Obvs. And yet even with the internal knowledge that she had made a perfect crouch, she still purred with obvious delight at her mentor's approval. She had, of course, made sure to correct what she knew to what the red tom had said, because he was a fury, so obvs he had to be an excellent hunter. Furies were like, the top of the top, and seeing as how he was clearly one of the dumbest cats she had ever met - like, how could you not tell Firestorm's kits apart... hello - then he was probably just like, an awesome hunter and fighter... which just so happened to work perfect for her needs. She was already the smartest among her littermates - Ber was close, duh, but the rockheads were the rockheads and Seeds was too soft to get to the right conclusions half the time - so she didn't need to learn smarts, just how to become more powerful, was all. At his question, Gnawingpaw chewed on her cheek for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, makes sense. Like, if the wind's going to 'em instead of to us, then they'd be the one smelling us. And we'd like, probably have a harder time being able to smell them. That sucks though. Means you can always just hunt towards the wind's direction. Lame. Whatever. A good hunter can always adapt to that, right Uncle Fur?" she asked, pale eyes expectant upon her mentor's blue. @Mica [Hawkfur] |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=55198 | Gnawingpaw | 5 Moons - WindClan Apprentice Lyrebird's Lullaby - Inactive | Well Insulated - Active | Bilingual [T1] - Active Pride easily showing in the young apprentice's puffed chest, Gnawingpaw purred with delight. She was right. Like, duh. Obvs she was right. She always was. But it was like, good to have confirmation about it from a fury, you know? Even if it was a goofball fury like her gruncle. Tail wagging with interest behind her, the Maine Coon mix's gaze lit up with glee at the thought of being able to hunt down the bird herself. A feral grin spread across her maw, whiskers quivering with anticipation as she began nodding her head with vigorous affirmation. She would hunt down this bird and start off her apprenticeship strong! Would even bring it back for the entire clan to see. And it was a bird, too, which was like, only appropriate as her first prey. "Like, born ready!" Gnawingpaw boasted, tossing her head with confidence as she let the breeze brush the tuft of fur on her head back before stepping forward. Wiggling her hind quarters playfully for only a moment, the large apprentice crouched, keeping in mind the corrections her mentor had given her to make the perfect first hunt. Her form had to be impeccable as she moved through the sparse foliage, allowing herself to be enveloped by what little cover the moors provided for her. Tiny ears stayed perked, alert for the scuffling sounds of what sounded like tiny claws on dirt, the ruffling on feathers becoming clearer the closer she got to the tantalizing scent. The tricolored she-cat was certain she was ready for everything... and she might very well have been, except for the flash of bright red that met her gaze, provoking an audible gasp as she realized what it was she had been following. It was a rare treat that her father had brought them once, when the she-kit had demanded to know what she had been named after. A cardinal! Her first prey would be a cardinal! Yes! Just another sign of how she and she alone should have been the one and only Cardinalpaw, accept no substitutes! Unfortunately for Gnawingpaw, the cardinal had been much more alert than she, and for an instant, dark orbs met her pale greens before the fluttering of wings indicated the creature's flight. Realization dawning on the apprentice, she swore loudly under her breath as she sprang to a sprint, leaping into the air with powerful paws and snapping teeth to feathers but being able to do little more than leave the bird with one less tail feather. Falling to the ground in defeat, scarlet feather stuck to her maw as a stupefied look crossed her face, the expression soon darkened, anger and frustration clearly present as she spat out the feather, standing up in defiant rage as she glared at the sky above. "Stars damn it! Oh! What a load of crap! I had it! Damn it! Damn it!" she cried out bitterly, beginning to pace back and forth with her tail lashing angrily behind her. She had failed to catch her prey, and that was unacceptable. @Mica [Hawkfur] |
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