[silver.]

 

Originally Posted by Neptune.

Petalrot
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29 moons || bug/bug’s || ShadowClan Warrior
slim tortoiseshell w/ white tuxedo markings; green eyes

[roll to locate: 12]
"Try again," Petalrot says, unfazed by the apprentice's sour attitude. "You've only tried for a moment, look around you, use more than just your nose." If he gave up after one try then that was certainly a sorry excuse for a future warrior. What would he do if this were a solo hunt? Would he give up and return to camp empty pawed? No, that won't happen on bug's watch. Flicking an ear toward a sound - a scuttling downwind, behind them - Petalrot levels bug's green gaze neutrally on the apprentice. "Do you hear that?" Bug asks, "catch it."

There's a hint of challenge, a desire to goad Batpaw into action. If the apprentice were to stubbornly sit on his ass and not preform, they could take this back to camp and Batpaw could spend the next three days tending to the elders.

[ @silver. ]

batpaw
he/him // 16 moons // shc apprentice
purrks: shadow fiend, burn baby burn
10/100

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Tch! The Lord of Darkness could do something as simple as hunt. He had been on a hunting patrol before and though that patrol had never actually returned successfully he had at least a bit of experience. Scoffing in response he tries again to source the scurrying that bug can hear.

[ Batpaw rolled an 11 to locate prey. ]

With the assistance from his mentor he's able to find it. The scuttling. The quick footsteps. An ear twitches as he listens to the creature move through the brush and wide, orange hues are locked onto it's location. His body moves to meet the same direction of his head, almost owlish in nature, and he decides he accepts this challenge. Slipping into the shadows, he prowls along silently, the movement of his tail behind him the only giveaway that he was still nearby bug at all.

[ Batpaw rolled a 20 to catch mice. ]

Two of them. There were two. He realizes it once he's upon them. It was the warmer time of the year-- perhaps they were mates. Batpaw didn't care. They would be dead. Grinning maliciously to himself he creeps forward upon them, gaze still wide and maniacal, biding his time. Claws unsheathe into the earth beneath silently. His breath was slow. His tail was only twitching a bit, compared to the clumsy lashing from earlier. Totally in the zone. He jumps at the mice with outstretched claws, one paw for each head slamming down upon them. The rough movement is all it takes to snap their necks, stop their movement. He can't help but turn back toward where he knows Petalrot is watching, maw pulled in a confident grin.

"Easy."