Heroneye
| she/her | RiverClan | Warrior |
Heroneye smiled guiltily. She supposed that she spent quite a lot of time alone; maybe getting out of her own head wasn’t exactly a skill of hers. Owltalon was very patient with her, though, which she greatly appreciated; there were few other cats who could say the same.
Heroneye watched as Owltalon unearthed a startled-looking crab, who attempted to retaliate but was unsuccessful. Her ears twitched as she considered her question. Trying to break through a crab’s shell was a fool’s errand, or at the very least would be a waste of time. One would have to act quickly, also, else it would scurry away and disappear into the earth again. As such, she deemed it appropriate to act without affirmation first.
“It’s best to flip it onto its back first.” As she said this, she trotted up to the crab. In one swift motion, she flicked at it from below, causing it to become unbalanced. She planted a paw onto it to prevent it from escaping or becoming upright again. It struggled vainly under her grasp, flinging its claws vainly at Heroneye, who it was unable to reach. “Once one gets to the crab’s underbelly, it’s just a matter of finishing the job. Not that I needed to tell you that,” Heroneye added, a bit sheepish to have spoken so definitively of such things as hunting to a Lionheart of all cats.
Heroneye once again reflected on her apprenticeship. Her mentor had likely told her something similar. Heronpaw didn’t listen, though. She would just pounce at prey with little methodology, oftentimes losing or rendering anything she happened to catch inedible. Heronpaw, whose very existence was a detriment to her Clan, figured that there was no point in trying, that she’d be useless either way, and that living the smallest possible existence would be most beneficial. Be that as it may, Heroneye wanted to try to be a little useful. Maybe she still could be, she thought, a little hopefully, as she stared at the crab under her paw.
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