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Post by Cari on Oct 29, 2007 17:55:46 GMT -5
Ashfeather jumped as he heard Cornflower's voice. He cleared his throat. "Oh, not- not really." he said sheepishly. "Just the excitement of going to a gathering- that's all!" he laughed nervously. "But uhh, what about you, Cornflower?" he asked, clumsily changing the subject. "How've you been?" As he padded along he watched Cornflower with her mate. That fiery pelt... suddenly, it wasn't Conrflower and Thunderfoot there, it was him self and- No. He wasn't going there. He felt like kicking himself. He pursed his lips, face betraying his inner turmoil only slightly. His jaws clenched together, he thought "JUST...FOR-GET...ABOUT...IT."
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Oct 30, 2007 14:26:16 GMT -5
ooc;; I’ll continue in the Gathering board…
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Post by stormphrax on Oct 30, 2007 14:55:08 GMT -5
Tigerheart sprinted after her, keeping pace with difficulty on his short legs. "I'm not scared of Fireclan," he mewed, boastfully. "I'm not scared of anything, an' I'll prove it!" The moonlight glistened off his fur and his breath came in little clouds in the cold air. Silverpelt glowed icily, far above them. "Can we go swimming?"
Lionpaw shrugged noncommitedly. "I suppose," he meowed politely. He stretched and yawned. "As everyone's gone to the Gathering, is there anything we can do on our own?"
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Post by Pessimistic One on Oct 30, 2007 15:53:01 GMT -5
Crow's Hill was content and peaceful from where he sat, soothing frayed nerves and helping to begin amending a torn heart. It wasn't much, but it was a beginning. He subconsciously knew that Tigerlily wouldn't want him to grieve over her death for so long and so much that he forgot his duty and obligation to his Clan, to his apprentice, and to his kits. Frankly, he didn't want that, so it wouldn't happen. He stiffened a tad at Walnutpaw's approach, at first thinking that some other cat had tried to sneak up on him. By comfirming that it really was just Walnutpaw, he calmed down, rising to his paws with ease. His surprise and startlement must have come from how quick his apprentice had made it to the Hill; he honestly hadn't expected the brown tomcat to act so fast. The warrior was rather smug, however, and pleased to have a quick-to-act cat to apprentice. It made life so much easier. "Alright. You got your furry rear here faster than I ever hoped. That's good. It will help make the assessments much smoother than is necessary. I think we shall go with hunting first. For, most apprentices--most--think that fighting is the most important duty of a warrior. Well, news flash: it isn't. Hunting can be just as important, is just as important, and when prey is scarce, a warrior must be a viligant and skilful hunter as he is in fighting." Dang did he sound like a hyprocrite; fighting was all he cared for. "Now, all I want you to do is catch as many prey as you can before I call it quits. Oh, and by the way," Eagletalon paused at the edge of the hill, turning halfway to his apprentice, "the time could range from one minute to near the end of the day for all I care, and it will depend on my mood. And I almost forgot to mention. It started the moment I finished lecturing."
What Lustkit had mentioned did sound the smart way to do things, so Falconkit relunctantly nodded, unsure if this was the appropriate and right way to do this. They were just kits, after all. This was just a bit too much. "Well, okay. We could tell daddy tomorrow, but... What if something will happen to Heatherkit, or what if something has already happened now?" she piped up restlessly, shifting one paw from the other. And then again, what Pridekit voiced could also be true; what if Heatherkit knew some cat in BoulderClan, and that was the reason she headed that way? But it couldn't be that, could it? She didn't know any cat in BoulderClan! It seemed so impossible. She had never seen her sister wander off down there to even cultivate a friendship with some other cat. Nevertheless a BoulderClan cat!
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Oct 31, 2007 11:47:11 GMT -5
Walnutpaw jumped, taken aback by the new manner of his mentor. ”Yes, hunting-fighting yes, what; now? Oh, yes; straight away” he gabbled, then without another word he shot off down the hill again and into the woods. Tripping over his brown paws slightly as the terrain leveled out, Walnutpaw snatched the opportunity to have a breather, his chest heaving. Eagletalon wasn’t even watching so it didn’t matter …he would come and collect his apprentice depending on what ‘mood’ he felt in. Despite his enormous respect for his mentor, Walnutpaw felt his lip curl ever so slightly. What mood! This wasn’t a proper assessment; merely a way to get him out of camp for a while. No. Walnutpaw told himself firmly; it is an assessment and I’d better do well! Dropping down into a hunting crouch, Walnutpaw tried to level out his breath. My he was unfit! Treading lightly as he had been taught to do, the brown tom’s eyes scanned the undergrowth, taking a little longer than usual to spot a rustling fern or twitching branch. It was Winter now and all sensible prey were turning in for a few months. Walnutpaw now ate every mouthful of freshkill he was given, knowing that soon there would be little, if none to eat. It would be the kitten’s first winter …he hoped they all got through. Back to hunting Walnutpaw. ”Right.” The brown apprentice looked up suddenly, aware he had just spoken out loud. Speaking to his own thoughts; he was crazy as well as lazy! ”Hunting, yes, hunting” Walnutpaw told himself forcefully, lunging forward on top of a mouse that had just foolishly taken it’s chances for an escape by running and to his great surprise; catching it. He killed it quickly and buried it. Not bad; but he’d better get a move on. After all, he didn’t know how much time he had left.
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Post by Pessimistic One on Nov 1, 2007 16:15:40 GMT -5
Ah, apprentices. Funny young warriors-to-be when you caught them indefinitely in surprise. He chuckled lightly at Walnutpaw's incessant gabbling, watching him sprint off with expressed amusement, tail twitching and mouth lifting in a small smile. Maybe, since Walnutpaw didn't have the slightest clue how much time he had to complete the task laid out for him, the brown tomcat would get things done much faster and finish his assessment with flying colours. After all, hunting was a breeze--fighting was more of a thinking game in his perspective, including that of wits, brawn, and speed. Elongated, sharp claws sheathing, Eagletalon took off in a steady pace, keeping his belly low to the ground with his tail streamed out behind him alike to a fluttering banner. It would be best if he was silent and his apprentice didn't know he was there, assessing and monitering his every move. Every action counted in this, how he utilized the hunter's crouch, how he caught his prey in whatever manner, if he did it properly and with concentration--everything would be kept a close eye on, and with his keen golden-yellow eyes, it wouldn't be much of a problem. Pausing suddenly, the brown-and-white warrior leaned forward intently, lowering himself down smugly in the undergrowth to keep clandestine. It seemed he had hastened upon Walnutpaw in time to catch the apprentice receive his first fresh-kill in the assessment. Quietly observing the tom bury the small furry body of the mouse, Eagletalon hastily checked the wind, sighing under his breath in relief when he realized it was in his favour. His apprentice wouldn't notice him, unless the wind changed. Hopefully, that would be after he had actually seen Walnutpaw commence the hunter's crouch and how he maneuvered. Curling his tail around him, he stayed still where he was, waiting for Walnutpaw to get moving and get more fresh-kill before he decided to call it quits and tell Walnutpaw what he wanted or did not want to hear.
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