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! Fernpool and Shrikepaw! Gather 'round!" He called, sweeping his tail to get their attention.
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.
OOOooooooo YESSS!!! Patrolspatrolspatrols! And she wasn't with her siblings, she was with some cool new cats again - gasp - two warriors. Important business! No more frogs though. Dangit. She'd kinda got a taste for them. Well, whatever, it was no biggie! She bounded over to Rabbitfur's call, instantly beginning to run round him in circles, "we're going to the ShadowClan border, aren't we?! I've been there before! Cottonpaw caught FROGS!" She exclaimed, still running, "well, a frog, one frog. But we can't have frogs this time, Crowtooth said - why not? I don't mind frogs. I prefer rabbit though. But rabbits are fast! I'm not that fast, nowhere near!" She eventually came to a stop, taking a moment to catch her breath. "Do you like frogs?" Gosh, she was just so excited to escape camp.
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! Fernpool and Shrikepaw! Gather 'round!" He called, sweeping his tail to get their attention.
Littlepaw bounded up to Crowtooth, her tail in the air in a friendly greeting. The calico would listen carefully to what the deputy had to say, her head tilting slightly. He sure was trusting her with a lot recently. First the patrol to the barn and now to an area that could be lined with traps? Should she be honored? Should she be scared? She wasn't sure, but she was going to go to each event with a smile. That hadn't failed her yet!
She turned her attention to her patrolmates, who weren't there yet. Hopefully they knew who she was, because she was almost certain she didn't know who they were! She'd simply sit and wait for them to arrive.
| Lightningstorm | 28 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
It felt like the first time in moons she had gone out of her den. An unusual sight with fur sticking out on all sides, a heavier than usual musk of herbs on her, ribs still visible through her pelt, Lightningstorm's appearance was a bit of a mess. She'd managed to compose herself for the gathering. She had to. Letting the other clans know that she was losing sleep and nerves over the constant assaults the twolegs were throwing at her herb stores was... unacceptable. She might not be WindClan's best little warrior with undying loyalty to a bunch of cats she had no real bonds with, but she wasn't actively trying to bring about their demise and make them seem weak and pathetic in front of everyone else. Of course, considering the last spectacle the gathering had provided, it was safe to say the warriors accomplished that weak and pathetic look just fine by themselves.
And as was the norm, no sooner had she lay down in a nice patch of sunlight, hoping to groom herself and spend just a moment in the sun before picking a meal for her temporary denmates and then with any luck fall unconscious on her nest than she heard it. Her name being called, coaxing an instinctual flinch before she turned around with narrowed eyes, only relaxing when she realized who it was that was calling her. Thank the stars. The last thing she needed was yet another clanmate that wanted to chat her up for herbal knowledge or to let her know how very stressed out this whole ordeal had them. She was tired and just as stressed out. The last thing she wanted to talk about was the only thing she had her paws on at all moments of the day lately on the one second she grabbed for herself. Maybe it was a bit selfish, but damn it she was sure even Twilightstar and Crowtooth got a moment to breath and just be another clan cat every once in a while.
Curious as to what the deputy wanted, Lightningstorm found herself visibly deadpanning the moment the tom spoke, assessing him up and down with clear judgement in her eyes. How very precious of him to comment on her lack of exercise. Maybe she should suggest swapping jobs for a day and have him running up and down the tunnels of her den tending to patients and see if he still had any little jabs on her lack of exercise after that. Actually no, scratch that. Her den would be ruined and her patients dead before sundown. She would have to settle for a snarky remark instead.
"You know... if you are looking for reasons to exercise yourself, I'm fairly certain there are far easier methods than getting Twilightstar to run you all through the territory for daring to endanger the well being of her sole medicine cat," she replied in a teasing tone, her gaze lighting up devilishly as she spoke. "Still, if you're hurting so much for good hunters you gotta call me, I guess there ain't much helpin' it, innit?"
A melodramatic sigh escaped the medicine cat as she got up, yet her mood seemed considerably better from just moments before. True, it wasn't the rest she had wanted, but if she was to be honest, she was going a little stir crazy in camp. Working nonstop as she had been, doing nothing but her job day in and day out was fine, but she needed a change of scenery. Plus she hadn't gone hunting in the longest time. It would be nice to do something different. A change of pace could be a bit of a rest in and of itself, she supposed.
"Oy, Whiterabbit! Looks like it's your lucky day. You get to spend time with the prettiest bloody medic ever to grace WindClan. You ready to go?" the herbalist called, a cheeky grin on her face as she stretched her legs in anticipation of the hunt, fully aware of how her currently disheveled, ungroomed pelt made her boast perhaps a little less convincing than usual.
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