[silver.]

 

Originally Posted by FrostyGalaxy

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dc is 12, any roll 12 or higher is a success, any roll below that is a fail. nat20 is still a perfect catch, nat1 is still a miserable failure

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*-Deerpaw-*
37/100
he/they | 6moons | Agatha Kitty
fluffy brown tom with a bobbed tail and patches of white on his muzzle and chest

roll: ...3


Perhaps he was too eager, because the second Deerpaw was encouraged to go ahead he must have alerted the rodent somehow. It almost immediately started scampering away, fear scent evident in the air around them. Deerpaw put on a burst of speed to chase after it, but maybe he was just unfamiliar with the terrain here because he kept managing to loose it until he cornered it against a tree and the stupid thing bolted upward and into the high branches.

"No!" The apprentice hissed under his breath, "I was so close!" He wasn't really all that close, and they knew that too, but there seemed to be nothing in the world worse than missing a catch on a hunt. He felt terrible... that chipmunk could've fed someone in the clan and he let it slip away. Would Snowecho punish him for that? He didn't think so, but surely some part of the warrior would be annoyed, even if he didn't say so or show it anywhere in their body language. Would Blackpath have gotten angry with him? Part of them doesn't want to think so, but they also still don't have a great read on their mentor, so who's to say, really.

Frustrated, the brown tom makes his way back toward where Snowecho is waiting, ears folded back in frustration. He'd get the next one for sure - he had to.

snowecho // he/him // 30 moons

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Ah, perhaps it was too ambitious of a hunt for the young one. They can't help shrinking back on themselves upon hearing the words of frustration further in the forest. It definitely would have been easier if he had been the one to attempt the hunt but... He wanted to give the apprentice a chance. Wanted to let them try and if they succeeded, feel proud. There was no pride to be seen as the young cat makes his reappearance and the guilt sits heavily on the warrior's features. All they've done was make him feel bad about himself. Make him feel not good enough, make him feel like a waste of... No, no, no more self projecting. Not all thought like they did. No need to impose such dangerous thoughts on a promising young apprentice.

"... I'm sorry."

Lowering their head, they're unable to meet the other's eye. What was he even thinking, letting him try something harder so quickly? Then they remember... This wasn't their apprentice. Whether it makes them feel better or worse, they're unsure.

"Um... We can head back now, if you'd like... Or you could always... Try again? D-Don't feel like you have to, though... Especially if you're overwhelmed... There will be other patrols."