Right the patrols were sent out, time to round up his own. Looking across the crowd at the two cats Crowtooth smiled at each as they approached, deciding to get started early.
"Right we'll go over more when we git ta the thunderglade but fer now Imma show ya a huntin' crouch. When we git ta there I can set yall on how stalkin'/pouncin' works on whatever prey is at the border. Well wrap up wit' me talkin' about prey types while we walk back wit' whatever we catch. Easy."
Not easy technically, Crowtooth was not mentioning the fact that he was horrible at moor hunting because of his size, pelt, lack of stealthy movements and how audible his breathing was. Honestly he'd not even caught a piece of prey anywhere but the tunnels in a season. But he did learn and know the theory so hopefully it'd be enough.
"Crouch low, legs bent so ya can spring. Belly an' tail low but above the grass so ya dont brush it an' make noise. Pin the ears, extend yer tail behind ya fer balance. Ya want yer paws a smidge wider then shoulder, yer not stalkin' quick yer only pouncin' quick, slow an' steady. Just, all ya need is ta keep low an' small so yer not noticed but not so low yer rustlin' the grass an' leaves.
Give it a shot then we can head off!"
Look at that, Strawberrypaw was going on her very first patrol. Her roleplayer realizes she turns ten moons in a few days and probably should have gone sooner. A border one. Of course, with Crowtooth. So it was unfortunately less of an adventure and more of a field trip. She pads over anyway, tail dragging behind her, only to lift right back up at her mentor's instructions. No dragging against the grass. This lesson roused her memory of Deadmoon's class, so it took a long few seconds of shifting on her paws while crouched to match Crowtooth's posture exactly, but she eventually got there.
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Fluffy patched tortoiseshell she-cat with blue and green heterochromia
She/They | 11 Moons | + every 17th | WindClan Tunneling Apprentice| Optimistic and calm
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Purrks:
Dreamwalker [INACTIVE] • Bewitched (Can feel the pain of those around her) [Permanently Active] • Silver Tongue T1 [Permanently Active]
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At the call of her name, Windpaw cheerfully bounded over, giving Birchfawn a nod of greeting. It had been quite a while since she'd last been on a patrol, so this was going to be super fun. It was a great opportunity to rest out her hunting skills, as well!
"Hello, Birchfawn!" The apprentice chirped, soft, feathery tail, waving idly behind her. "What happened last time? Were you there?" Curiosity got the better of her.
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Right the patrols were sent out, time to round up his own. Looking across the crowd at the two cats Crowtooth smiled at each as they approached, deciding to get started early.
"Right we'll go over more when we git ta the thunderglade but fer now Imma show ya a huntin' crouch. When we git ta there I can set yall on how stalkin'/pouncin' works on whatever prey is at the border. Well wrap up wit' me talkin' about prey types while we walk back wit' whatever we catch. Easy."
Not easy technically, Crowtooth was not mentioning the fact that he was horrible at moor hunting because of his size, pelt, lack of stealthy movements and how audible his breathing was. Honestly he'd not even caught a piece of prey anywhere but the tunnels in a season. But he did learn and know the theory so hopefully it'd be enough.
"Crouch low, legs bent so ya can spring. Belly an' tail low but above the grass so ya dont brush it an' make noise. Pin the ears, extend yer tail behind ya fer balance. Ya want yer paws a smidge wider then shoulder, yer not stalkin' quick yer only pouncin' quick, slow an' steady. Just, all ya need is ta keep low an' small so yer not noticed but not so low yer rustlin' the grass an' leaves.
Give it a shot then we can head off!"
Look at that, Strawberrypaw was going on her very first patrol. Her roleplayer realizes she turns ten moons in a few days and probably should have gone sooner. A border one. Of course, with Crowtooth. So it was unfortunately less of an adventure and more of a field trip. She pads over anyway, tail dragging behind her, only to lift right back up at her mentor's instructions. No dragging against the grass. This lesson roused her memory of Deadmoon's class, so it took a long few seconds of shifting on her paws while crouched to match Crowtooth's posture exactly, but she eventually got there.
The dusky lilac apprentice gathered when she heard her name being called. Patrols, was it? That'll be the first for her. Thunderglade and hunting, as well. Strange how the stars align, granting her a chance to cross off 3 things from her list. The slender apprentice made her way towards her patrolmates, another apprentice and the deputy- that was smiling and welcoming them over? The smile was strange to Rookpaw, unnerving, so Rookpaw was a little cautious on her approach. Her last interaction with an adult started with her being pelting by pebbles in the name of training, and this smile falls on the same line as that. So all the dusky lilac apprentice did was give a small nod.
Hunting crouch. She did demand Snowybreeze to teach her, but that lesson was immediately cut short by her apprenticeship. But it couldn't be that hard, especially not with an example right in front of her. Rookpaw dropped into a crouch and mirrored Crowtooth's stance, belly low, tail low, ears . . . low. Everything low, but not too low. 'all ya need is ta keep low an' small' Yeah, Rookpaw doesn't think she can get any smaller than she already is. Her mismatched eye gazed up for confirmation.
Oh? A patrol? The large white tom trotted forward at Crowtooth's summons, nodding when he received his marching orders. A glimmer of grief in his eyes at the mention of the traps. Sneezepaw... But Rabbitfur shook himself, he needed to have a clear head for this. He turned, searching for his patrolmates. "Alright then! Flickerflame and Shrikepaw! Gather 'round!" He called, sweeping his tail to get their attention.
Re: WindClan Patrols
