BlackJaw spotted a small mouse scampering across the forest floor, he crouched low to the ground slowing crawling towards the mouse, keeping his paws light
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------As he crawled towards the mouse he stepped on a small twig, making a cracking noise scarring the mouse away. He lept over to the mouse in attempts to kill it, but the mouse was too fast. "Just my luck,"He half laughed, half hissed
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As he sat he spotted a mouse, he crouched low, keeping his weight even, just as his mentor had taught him. As he was crawling he stepped on a twig, which broke and made a small cracking noise, which scarred the mouse away. He lept up trying to grab it but it was too quick.
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"Just my luck!" He laughed, as he moved back beneath the tree
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BlackJaw watched a large raven peck around a rock, as he crouched low to the ground and swiftly crawled to the raven. The raven continued pecking at the ground and BlackJaw pounced. He killed the raven with a swift bite and walked proudly back into the camp.
Sundust shuddered as another chill breeze nipped at his thick coat, successfully encouraging him off his haunches and on to his frozen paws. Good Starclan, it was freezing. It wasn't even leafbare yet, though the tom knew the harsh frost of the dreaded fourth season would set in soon, and he was not looking forward to it. All bad things came in fours, and the oncoming snow continuously proved his theory each year. Prey hid away, cats grew ill, kits went hungry... there was nothing good about leafbare.
He stretched out, wincing as his paws ached in the cold. He ought to head out, get his blood flowing. There was no medicine cat to care for cracked paws for the time being, and he certainly wouldn't want to try caring for them on his own. Pale amber eyes scanned the camp anxiously for a heartbeat - how many of his clanmates were suffering injuries silently? While there were some who would make a fuss over a thorn in their pad, he knew many in the clan would rather die of infection than speak out, even if there was a medicine cat. The tabby inhaled a deep breath, the cold air stinging his nose. He could not get anxious over things he couldn't control, it did no good; they would just have to wait for Starclan to send a sign.
With a flick of his fluffy tail, the young warrior trotted out into the territory, figuring hunting would be a good way to warm his paws, as well as distract him from his worries. It was a relief that the tree leaves still burned crimson and gold over the sky. It was comforting knowing the clans had not quite crossed over into frozen streams and spindly, dead trees. As he took in the scenery, another cat quickly caught his eyes. Cindersky, his old mentor.
"Hello, Cindersky. How are you today?" It had been a bit since he had spoken to his mentor, apart from brief interactions at clan meetings. It might be good to speak with her, what with all the drama happening in the clan. "I'm heading out to hunt... would you like to join me?" It had been far too long since he last hunted with another cat, maybe a moon or so. It would be good to brush up on his partner hunting skills, as he had gotten used to catching prey solo. Besides, he was sure his former mentor still had a few tricks she may be able to show him that he hadn't picked up on as an apprentice.
Cindersky
With her ears poised to the camp entrance just tail-lengths behind her, Cindersky still jumped a bit as a voice startled her from her thoughts. The familiar scent of Sundust washed over her as her muscles relaxed, blue hues shifting to take sight of her former apprentice. To her, he would always be her apprentice regardless of Clan ranking or not. He had learned a lot and absorbed knowledge like a sponge, but life was ever changing and evolving, and just as Cindersky was learning a new thing here and there, so too could Sundust.
"Oh, hello Sundust," she replied in a warm greeting, nodding to the tabby tom as he drew closer to her. His proposition to hunt together was well received and the spotted senior warrior smiled in gratitude. Maybe it was simply in the little things that StarClan proved they were, in fact listening. "Yes, I would love that." Subtly avoiding his generic question in regards to her current status would hopefully go unnoticed as she moved to flank him, ready to resume at his pace further into the territory to catch more plentiful prey not otherwise chased off by the scents and sounds emanating from camp.
Despite her best efforts to focus on the walk with her optimistic and ever-friendly companion, Cindersky found her mind drifting into faraway places. Courted by shadows of claws that threatened to rip ThunderClan apart from the inside, worries plaguing every turn. Finally the usually cheerful and soft-spoken she-cat let a sigh escape. "I wanted to speak to you sooner after the meeting, and let you know that you spoke bravely. You used your head and spoke with logic instead of becoming irrational. I am proud to have mentored you," she started, blue hues shifting to glance sideways at the tabby, her tail flicking back and forth behind her as they trotted along the dirt path.
BirchHeart would crouch down. The pigeon was just a few feet from his nose. The smell made his mouth water. He hadn't caught much today, only a few meager mice.
He hoped that he would caught this.
He shifted his weight and pounced. The bird almost escaped as BirchHeart was about two seconds late, but he managed to grab onto it.
"Finally!" he yelled.
"BlackJaw, get over here and help me hunt some more. I don't care that you have already caught some!"
"Fine!"he laughed, "At least I'm not scaring the prey!" he retorted. He ran over to his friend, "Why don't you come sit in the shade of the tree?" he suggested, "It's super easy to catch prey from there, and you're comfortable."
"You know, I don't even know why we are friends," said the tom as he sat down in the shade. "We are complete opposites. What do you say we bring this all back to camp now?"
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