Quietpaw Training Thread (P)

[Morrigan]

Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrk: Mind reader(active)
30/100

The apprentice followed Hillstrider, pleased to leave the horrid border. Next some landmarks, oh goody. She wanted to go back to camp, this was tiring yet she supposed she HAD to see every inch of the territory...that didn't mean she wanted to by the way.

Next up was...a creek? Why the hell would they have a literal body of water running through their territory? What were they, fish?! Viewing the small stream with obvious disdain, Quietpaw glanced up at their mentor and noticed something. Hillstrider looked upset. Why? Had the creek wronged him somehow? These inquiries were soon dismissed as he explained. Oh, so Grandmother had given it to Thunderclan...Dawnstar was a stubborn cat so it was unlikely the territory would be regaine though she wouldn't be the one to destroy the tabby's hopes.

The next landmark they vistied gave Quiet the creeps. It was like a ghost town(not like she knew what that was) and danger seemed to inhabit it. Fur prickling uncomfortably she swivelled her ears round to listen to her mentor, keeping her gaze focused at all times. So this was a graveyard? It made sense now since she could see the grief in her mentor's expression. Still wary abeit calmer Quietpaw gave a simple nod at her mentor's question. She could smell ash, dead wood and cold air but did he really expect her to bother giving a proper answer?

@Mica

[Mica]

Hillstrider
ShadowClan
he/him | 18 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
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[Quietpaw - @Morrigan ]
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When Quietpaw didn't answer, Hillstrider shuffled his paws a bit. "Yeah, sometimes it's hard. But during Greenleaf you can scent a whole bunch of prey here." Not wanting to stay here for too long Hillstrider padded further into the territory until they reached a portion of the forest that housed a lot of trees covered in thick, sprawling spiderwebs. The trees were dead, mostly, but towering pines clustered close together cast the entire area in deep shadow. Hillstrider paused as they entered the land mark. "This is Icy Heartlands! Named after Dawnstar's mother, Icestar. Not a whole lot of hunting around here, gonna be honest." He padded along the outskirts of the darker part of the forest, slipping in and out of pockets of shadow as the gradient between the regular forest and the Heartlands entertwined.

Eventually, they came upon a clearing cast in golden sunlight from a break in the trees. Hillstrider settled down at the edge of it, being mindful of the herbs that had begun to poke through the ground. "This is Shadow's Break. Great place for hunting and herbs!" He jerked his head at the large fallen log with a stream trickling under it. "Lotta frogs under there. Moss and mushrooms grow there too." His tail swished behind him. "If you're sent on herb patrols, this is the place you wanna be sent to."

Once Quietpaw had her fill of this place, Hillstrider pushed himself to his paws and began trotting away. "Next stop is our last, promise!" He chirped.

Padding through the Icy Heartland, the ground slowly became wetter, trees spread more far apart until they were standing in pools of water. The ground became muddier and more slippery, until Hillstrider was pointing out roots to step on. "This--" he called, pointing at the deep water that rippled around the tangled roots of the trees, "--is Croaking Swamp. You can tell why it's called that 'cause:" He went silent, a big grin forming on his face as frogs and toads croaked endlessly. "Yep. Loads of 'em."

[Morrigan]

Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrk: Mind reader(permanently active)

Quietpaw threw an agitated glare at Hillstrider as he assume she couldn't smell anything. Oh, so he did want her to tell him? Tch, then he should've been more specific; not all cats could read minds. Fur prickling, the apprentice padded grumpily after her mentor as took off again towards their next landmark.

Shadows blended into the young molly's pelt as the two moved into a harsher looking part of Shadowclan's territory. This place gave her chills. Unironic because she soon learned it's related name. Icy heartlands. Named her Icestar, her grandmother's mother. So her great-grandmother. She must've been a pretty powerful cat for a piece of the territory to be named after her...that, or Dawnstar really liked her which sounded quite unlikely to her.

Ok, on with the tour. Taking note of her the fuffy tom's sudden careful manner, Quietpaw did her best to mimic it as they reached a sunbathed clearing. Oh so it was a useful place? Good to know, but the frogs didn't excite her, if anything it made the splotched she-cat want to leave as soon as possible. The amphibians were just so...bleh. Wonderful, now she sounded childish.

Trotting after Hillstrider, eager to escape the so called many frogs, Quiet started liften her paws higher as the ground became more marshy a look of total trepidation formed on her face... was that... what she think she heard? It was confirmed. As if on command one of the slimy creatures appeared about a fox-length away from the pair of mentor and apprentice.

Nope.

Heart skipping a beat, Quietpaw reeled away in horror at the sight of what she despised. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! She had to get away from the...the SWAMP BEASTS! Panic setting in, she started scrambling away from the frog yet kept slipping on the muddy ground. No way Jose would she stay here! This putrid place couldn't keep her captive with these things! Pelt fluffed and dirtied, she continued her heart racing attempt at getting free and the frog...just sat there. Head empty, no thoughts.

(I'm so sorry this is late, my stupid brain forgot again! T^T )

@Mica

[Mica]

Hillstrider
ShadowClan
he/him | 18 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
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[Quietpaw - @Morrigan ]
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Hillstrider had expected silence, maybe a grunt of acknowledgement. A glare if he was lucky. What the tom had not been expecting was for Quietpaw to reel back with panicked eyes as though she had spotted a predator. Hillstrider's jovial look was instantly wiped from his face, and with a long stride he shouldered Quietpaw out of the muck she was struggling in, pushing her towards a bush. It was all fun and games until his untrained apprentice was bitten by a snake and died on their first outting. His yellow gaze scanned the swamp for movement, tail deathly still behind him and jaws parted. If it really was a snake, they had to remain very still. A few heartbeats passed, the only the sounds the toads and the rustling pine trees. Odd, he only scented...

"Oh." Hillstrider spotted a rather ugly toad squatting in the muck right where Quietpaw had been. Hillstrider made a face. "Ew." Relief flooded him, and the large tom peeled away from where he had been aggressively shielding Quietpaw from the invisible threat. He peered at the toad, yellow eyes meet putrid green. "Grody." Twisting to look at Quietpaw, Hillstrider jerked his head towards the toad. "Looks like he's chillin' where he is--you wanna learn how to hunt?" Get revenge on the horrid creature that scared her, more like.

[YOURE GOOD I am so behind on so many training threads lmao]

[Morrigan]

Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrk: Mind reader(permanently active)

How terrible was this? Immensely. Quietpaw was now covered in mud and had been pushed into a bush because Hillstrider probably wanted to protect her from the horrid beast in front of them. Shivering and eyes irises widened, she watched in horror as the amphibian stood like a sentinel, umoving like the two cats currently were. Tucked behind her mentor, the paw tried to figure out the best way of escaping without being seen by the hideous frog. If they could just sneak past it- wait, where was Hillstrider going?

If the orange tabby also thought it was disgusting...why was he going towards it?! Was her mentor really THAT stupid?! Astonishment, confusion and utter revulsion were all expressed on the young she-cat's face as Hillstrider suggested, you won't believe this, hunting it! WHY WOULD SHE WANT TO TOUCH THAT THING!? Rapid head shaking is what her mentor got in return as she stayed glued to the spot. Anything else, anything at all she'd hunt, just not a frog!

@Mica

[Mica]

Hillstrider
ShadowClan
he/him | 18 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
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[Quietpaw - @Morrigan ]
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Hillstrider's fluffy orange brows jerked up, watching Quietpaw's terrified reaction to his question. "Suit yourself." He shrugged, turning back to the toad and considering it before lashing out with a heavy paw and cracking it down over the toad's spine. The toad croaked in surprise before splaying out, limp. Reaching down, Hillstrider picked it up in his teeth and spoke around it. "Righ', well, we can go 'ack to camf." He mumbled, smiling around his toad. "We'll do hunting or 'attle later."

Hillstrider began padding back towards camp, tail swishing behind him. He didn't like toad, but he was sure someone else at camp did! Maybe Quietpaw would find more comfort in hunting something else in the future.

[Okay! What training would you want us to cover next?]