| 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.
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Mica [Hawkfur]