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Post by ||♦Tangle♦|| on Aug 7, 2009 19:33:36 GMT -6
Creekpaw was out hunting, or trying to at least. It was a lot harder than he'd originally thought, and he hasn't been given a mentor yet. He wanted to learn how, badly...But at the moment, he could be taught. He longed for a mentor, how he longed for one. The only friend he actually had here was his own brother; he longed for those, too.
His ear twitched as a mouse scurried by. He growled, then shut himself up. This could possibly he the only chance he was going to get...
Creekpaw sneaked up behind it, quite determined to catch this little piece of prey, just so that he could prove it to himself that he could do it. He pounced and sloppily pinned it down with it's paws. It almost got away, but his instincts were faster than it. Creekpaw's teeth sunk into the back of this tiny creature's neck and it then hung limp in his jaws.
The new apprentice smiled triumphantly, his teeth showing a little. He'd never been trained and he just caught a little mouse. He was proud of himself; extremely proud of himself.
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Post by J/o/y! on Aug 8, 2009 21:04:04 GMT -6
Another cat was dwadling in the territory, a cat who belonged there. Definetely a SoulClan cat. The cat emerged from the thick, low-hanging branches of a weeping willow tree. As the shortly mysterious cat backed out slowly, all you could see at first was a long tail, chunked in pale and dark ginger, with touches of white. Then came two hind white paws attached to long legs, and the back portion of the cat's body. Now you could see a general view of the she-cat's pelt, a pale ginger with darker ginger stripes. Finally the front portion was visible, and as she whipped around with a startling swiftness, the cat's face was revealed, and now you could recognize the large ocean blue eyes and wide, broad smile.
The newcomer was Joysong, who was also hunting at the moment, and having been trained by one of the best mentors in the Clan- unmistakeably Thornclaw- for at least four or five moons, her confidence level was much, much higher than Creekpaw's probably was. The ginger tabby was quite successful, barely covering any territory, and yet she'd caught a mouse, a water vole, a pigeon, a blackbird, and a thrush. The vast piecies of prey were crammed in her jaws uncomfortably, though she couldn't care less. The young warrior trotted along happily, a large grin on her face, enough to be visible despite the prey in her mouth. Her mouth watered deliciously at the warm, welcoming scent of the fresh-kill, swarming in the air around her, but her ears were pricked and her eyes sharp for any cat lurking in SoulClan territory- Who knows? I might come across a DeathClan heap of fux-dung stealing our prey, or one of my friends on a lively hunt.
It was the second option that she came across as she continued to the camp, her strides quick, long, and graceful. Joysong broke into a slower trot, for she could just distinguish with her now-angled ears that another cat was out there, and she was approaching it soon. She squinted her sea-blue eyes, and recognized the dark brown tabby pelt immediently. As she got a better sight of the tom, her squinted eyes could just make out the soft blue eyes. Creekpaw! Looks like he's had successful hunting as well. Finally her narrowed eyes relaxed into their usual big, lively prospect with a soft sparkle. She strode up to Creekpaw, her expression friendly and warm. "Hello, Creekpaw," she meowed as she came into earshot, her usually gentle voice muffled by her crammed jaws. The tabby she-cat set down her catches, flicking her ears in an amiable gesture. Her tired jaws empty, she turned to the new apprentice with a smile on her face. Eyeing the mouse at his paws, Joysong waved her tail toward the fresh-kill, calling attention to it with a hint of pride. "Good job, Creekpaw!" she exclaimed joyfully. "If I were prey, I wouldn't fancy meeting you. You've got the makings of a fine hunter!" Her smile stretched into an outright grin, though there was something in the apprentice's expression she could not read. Tilting her head ever so slightly, she studied him with enlarged blue eyes, and understood after a heartbeat of confusion. It was longing she had detected in the tabby tom, longing for a mentor to learn from. Fervently she prayed to StarClan Whisperstar would choose her, but it was unlikely. Looking Creekpaw straight in the eye, she mewed strongly, "Would you like me to give you a hunting lesson? I know you haven't got a mentor yet, but it wouldn't hurt for you to learn a bit about the fine art of prey-catching. What do you say? I haven't an apprentice yet, and I'd be delighted to help you with a bit of hunting." Her blue gaze swept over the prey and the apprentice, and stole a swift sight of the woodlands around her. Plenty of prey would be out in the beautiful weather, she countered silently, glancing up at the endless stretch of blue for a sky, and feeling the warmth of the bright yellow sun on her tabby fur. Not a cloud disturbed the sky. A perfect day for a good hunt, she thought, satisfication finding its way into her gaze.
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Word Count? 712
Muse Level? Quite good, if I do say so myself XD
Notes? Nothing really
Thread Status? Me, Creek- Open
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Post by ||♦Tangle♦|| on Aug 13, 2009 2:09:01 GMT -6
Creekpaw smiled a grin that matched her's equally.
A hunting lesson? His heart thumped deep in his chest with anticipation that was making his adrinaline go up.
"Sure!" He meowed an exited cry that was a little louder than he'd originally intended. Who cared if he didn't have a mentor yet, he could still learn...He hoped.
Creekpaw looked up at Joysong. Maybe this she-cat would be his mentor? That would be awesome...If she was a good teacher, he would personally ask Whisperstar, not caring if he would get in trouble or not. How could he get in trouble for only asking? He sighed softly at that, but he made positively sure that Joysong couldn't hear him. It would be bad if she thought that he didn't want to do this, but it was all he'd ever wanted.
"When do you think we should go?" He asked again, the pads on the bottom of his paws itching wildly to go out and sink his claws into the warm, tender flesh of a piece of prey that would feed SoulClan. It sounded like fun to him in most words.
He turned towards the forest, sitting down. He tried to look like he was calm, like he was a warrior that was about to go hunt, like it wasn't new to him. But, he was exited up to his ears, blood boiling under his skin. He would be able to help SoulClan in a way that he thought would never come.
His tail twitched, along with his ears. If they didn't leave soon, he felt as if he would going to explode. It was like a kit wanting to become an apprentice. He'd felt that way when he'd become an apprentice. He was so full of triumph, exitement, and a feeling that he didn't quite know yet. Creekpaw's tail twitched more as he tried to think of what was worse. That, or this.
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Post by J/o/y! on Aug 13, 2009 13:31:25 GMT -6
Joysong grinned widely. This apprentice, obviously though his expression was calm, his soft blue eyes betrayed his wild excitement. Joysong's own blue eyes, though the shade of them was much different than Creekpaw's were also filled with gladness and optimism, and she was definetely going to enjoy this titbit of mentoring. When he asked where to go, she settled herself next to him and cocked her head gently, debating where would be simplest. Mumbling under her breath, she started to scan, in her mind, the vast territory where they could hunt. "Maybe near the training spaces," she decided, "Because there are good hunting spaces near there. I remember when Thornclaw took me the first time." She grinned and sighed softly at the days when she was an apprentice. Spottedsun told her that her former mentor put blood, sweat, and tears into training her, and well, she found out later it was true. If she ever became a mentor, she'd do the same thing. She rose to her paws and flicked her tail for Creekpaw to follow her, and went to the training hollow with a brisk pace. She didn't stop till she found a large oak tree with a satisying population of squirrels.
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Word Count? 203
Muse Level? Probably the W.O.R.S.T. post I've ever done in my life. Mainly because of this crappy keyboard and mah lack of skills in typing. XDD And 'cause Storm threatened to eat me if I didn't post somewhere soon. XDDDDDD THANKS STORMEY
Notes? ^ All up there.
Thread Status? Me, Creek-- Open
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