[Marigoldwhisper]

 

Originally Posted by fawn_

FAWNPAW ︴ ୨RIVERCLAN APPRENTICE୧
she/her , she-cat , 7 moons , 7/100
ages every 12th
“black she-cat with a floppy ear and cool blue eyes”
tracker
finder

Fawnpaw stifled a yawn as
stretched, curious blue eyes blinking
as she fought to wake
up fully and chase after
her mentor.

By the time Fawnpaw and
her mentor had reached a
place, she looked around panting.
She flinched at Owltalons sudden
command. ”B-but..” Fawnpaw stopped
as she thought carefully about
her words. Would she really
remind the deputy that she
didn’t know how to? Flicking
her tail, she plopped into
a sheepish crouch, holding her
breath as she tried to
hide behind a few rocks
and observe the ‘mouse’. Realising
that she could take a
long time, she raised her
ahead and sniffed the wind.
She didn’t know what it
would honestly do, but she
felt a soft breeze tickling
past her pelt. Hm. Maybe
I could do something about
this wind. I mean, it’s
more then annoying, sure, but
I could.. She blankly stared
out, shaking her head before
creeping around the winds direction.
Sure, a few rocks went
loose under her paws, but
she tried not to cringe
as she waited to pounce.
She randomly poked out of
the rocks, aiming to jump
at her but accidentally headbutted
her flank. Maybe this wind
thing was a little… stupid.
She frowned, trying to find
a curse to use but couldn’t.
”Sorry. I’m not good.”


//tags

Owltalon ☆ @Marigoldwhisper

`~Owltalon
She, Her\Deputy\47 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"

Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE] Killer Aptitude (T2) [INACTIVE]


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The deputy observed with wide amber eyes, the tips of her maw quirking upwards as pride twinged her expression. Fawnpaw, despite not knowing much about hunting, seemed to have a nice grasp on strategy. How she ducked under the wind, unaware that it carried her scent away from Owltalon (the mouse in this case), making her a bit harder to detect. She noticed that Fawnpaw used her surroundings as support, seeing how she ducked under low rocks to shield herself better. But, she did need to work on her stealth, no doubt. The rustle of rocks was enough to give anycat away.

And, her aiming and body strength also needed some work. She needed to figure out how to shift her weight to aim where she wanted to go. Overall, great strategy, but obvious room for improvement.

The hit to her flank was dull and ineffective, but Owltalon liked being theatrical. It made things more fun for her. So, while the blow was clumsy and barely put a dent in her matted fur, the she-cat pretend to stumble backwards, letting out a yowl of pain. "Yowch! Ya sure got me, sport." She lifted herself into a crouch and offered Fawnpaw a cheeky smile before she sat up into a tall sit.

"First of all, ya did pretty well for 'aving no prior trainin'." She regarded Fawnpaw with a level of pride, a low purr vibrating from her throat. While it was never unlikely to train talented cats, Owltalon always felt the need to point out their strengths and what they did right. If one were to only acknowledge what went wrong, how could they feel pleasure in the process of learning how to be a warrior? How to be anything? Words her father certainly could've used.... Who was he to tell her that she was as graceful on the water as a constipated jellyfish?

"Ya used the wind ta yer advantage, smart. Perhaps ya didn't know it, but ya effectively blew yer scent away from me. Mice have big 'ol ears and pointed snouts fer a reason, they rely on scent and hearin' most. So, it's good ta take those factors of identification away from 'em. It insures more success inna hunt, eh?" She then took a dry leaf, her shoulders tensing as she reached for the course and brown figure. What once was alive with green and fluidity, was now sick with the nip of leaf-fall.

The deputy unsheathed her long claws, spots of dark blood staining their yellowish tint, and raked at the dreary leaf, it's wilting form crumbling under her claws with a satisfying crunch. She looked back to her apprentice, raising her paw to allow Fawnpaw to see where her claws had punctured the leaf.

"Though, the mouse woulda 'eard ya by now, cause ya fumbled on them rocks o'er there," she gestured to the frosted stones with a flick of her plumy tail. "That mouse woulda been runnin' fer the hills, eh?"

She shook the leaf from her claws before sinking into a hunting crouch, her frame low against the frosted ground. "When huntin' it's important ta keep yer body as low as possible. Keep yer tail low, ya ears pinned. Know what it's like to be an apex predator among prey." Well, that is if the cougars and owls and hawks didn't exist, and they did, though Owltalon wouldn't mention that, not for now at least. "Shift all yer weight ta yer hackles," she flexed the muscles in her flank. "Ya'll spring with 'em. Ah, and don't forget ta smell. It's all fine and dandy ta use yer nose, but openin' up yer mouth and tastin' the air is much more affective, eh?"