[bambi]

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Fawnpaw
she / they : riverclan paw : 10 moons
— @Marigoldwhisper : Owltalon

The apprentice took a deep breath, her paws dragging herself onwards to trail after Owltalon. She stiffened at the mention of going further into the territory, but forced herself to move onwards. She didn’t want to be a coward. Or look like one. No way! Blue eyes looked down curiously to see what her mentor was doing before she started looking at her own paws and waggling leaves that stuck to her paw pads off.

The hills? Hm. And then Owltalon started to chuckle. She didn’t really find that funny. Maybe it was leader humour. Yeah. After all, her mentor had lived longer then she ever did. Eh. Fawnpaw stopped abruptly as they reached the place, her eyes glancing around.

She watched curiously as Owlstar stiffened, before sighing and looking around quietly. Alright. Hopefully the steps weren’t as muddled up as they were mentally for her. She took a very cautious step, feeling the winds direction gingerly and beginning her sniffing. Great. There was already a scent carried by the wind. Well, the scent smelled like.. er.. mouse. What if it wasn’t a mouse? Eh. But, the chittering gave it away easily. Ah. The stinky very wet rain stench hit her nose. The black apprentice lowered herself to the ground, making sure she didn’t feel any leaves rustling under her belly before she dashed off.

Fawnpaw froze suddenly, her hind legs aching to leap up as she caught sight of the mouse’s pink ears. Alright. She wanted to take a few silent steps forwards, but she knew that she would have gave it all away, especially with such clumsy paws. The apprentice stiffened, drifting forwards with focused blue eyes and perked ears. Stun it. That was one thing that rung in her mind. Now she just needed to do it.

Quietly and carefully, she proceeded, with her hind legs wiggling and pupils dilating. Right. Now. With her hind legs propelling herself off, she landed close, darting after the mouse. The mouse obviously caught on of what was happening, probably running for its life. Well. She didn’t care. Carefully yet with force, Fawnpaw threw a hard blow to its side quickly. Ah. Did that work? Well.

The mouse seemed to stay still on the ground for a few split seconds, before scrambling up and letting out a squeal. Eurgh! Did Owltalon tell her about the other sounds [in this case, the squealing] that they gave before? With sheathed paws, Fawnpaw dashed after, throwing out another paw to the now slowed mouse’s hind legs before giving a sharp bite to its neck.

She had done it. Had she? Woah. She had. Right.. Maybe she could go back to the tree so she wouldn’t get lost finding one of her catches far from here. Yeah. Fawnpaw quietly followed a leaf-laced path back, digging a small ish hole for the mouse and burying it. Okayy. Now. What’s next. Hm. The apprentice swerved through a different path, sniffing around for a smell. Ah! A scent. But this one was different. Ack.

It smelt like... ehhhh... sticks. More like.. uh.. a tree. Wait. Was she just smelling a tree? No. It had to be something else. Ah! A bird? She had no clue as to why those smells would’ve stuck onto the bird, but hey! Maybe she could finish quickly? Nah, maybe it was better taking her time. Fawnpaw warily took low again to the ground, following the scent trail quietly.

There it was. A small bird pecking at the ground. Great. Maybe it would be distracted pecking the ground. Okay! Good. Fawnpaw stiffened as she felt the wind going the wrong direction. Dangit. She had to act quickly. With silence, the black cat sped after the bird, who had abandoned its pecking and was beginning its take off. She batted at its wings, but was unfortunately too slow to attack it down. Geez. Maybe she should stick to mice, despite how much she hated chasing after them. Alright.

Fawnpaw walked around for a few heartbeats, sticking low to the ground as another scent trail of mouse came up. This time the wind went past her. Nice. The apprentice darted after the mouse , which had unknowingly turned and scavenged near Fawnpaw , adrenaline rushing through her paws. She grimaced, before making a hard blow near the mouse’s head. And it seemed to.. ack.. die from that same blow. Okay. Nice.. sort of.

Walking back to the same tree, she dug up the other mouse and glanced at her mentor. She had done it. Not instantly. But she learnt something : she shouldn’t really chase after birds. Where did that come from anyways? Maybe Lionsbeach. Looked like a gull. Hm. But why would it come here? Anyways. Back to Owltalon. Would she have been proud of her? ”Have I done better?” she mews, her blue eyes looking at the two pieces of prey before her.