Icy Heartlands

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

Originally Posted by Father of the foof

“Well the fun is in finding out.”

"I guess" Thornscratch shrugged.

[Exis]

Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

"I guess" Thornscratch shrugged.

“Try putting yourself out there.”

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

Originally Posted by Father of the foof

“Try putting yourself out there.”

"I...I'll try" The molly told the tom. She didn't want to put herself out there but if Blackhaze told her to do something, she would do it without question.

[Slinky]

Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

Thornscratch hissed in annoyance, shooting a glare at Peppersnout. "We are not friends" the molly growled. She paused, scenting a few vole and a mouse. She quickly tracked down the mouse, stalking towards it in the unfamiliar territory. She was still for a moment, watching and waiting. Suddenly, the young warrior pounced, landing on the creature and quickly snapping it's neck.

@Slinky

Though Peppersnout listened to her words, they didn't really phase him and his logic still tricked him to believing they were friends. Following closely, he paused as she caught a scent and began to stalk. He figured this would be a good time for him to catch something himself. His ears perked up attentively and he heard the ground scratching of a bird and with some silent, slick stalking, he quickly pounced and snapped it's neck without even a sqwauk. It seemed he was a good hunter after all.

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

@Slinky

Thornscratch buried her prey and headed off to find the vole. She stalked it down, spotting it through the bushes. She leaped, landing on the animal and broke it's neck, feeling it go limp.

[Willowfern]

Originally Posted by Mayflower

Magnoliapetal was truly not expecting a large tom crashing into her this afternoon. But then again, who truly did? The maine coon sighed as she picked herself up from the territory ground and brushed her fur clean, turning to her assailant. Though instincts arose to bat this tom upside the head, a lady does not go by instincts. She goes my proper manner. "I apologize if I happened to be in your way... Bearsound correct?" Calm your temper, Magnolia. Father would be ashamed if you snapped.
@Willowfern

Embarrassed, Bearsound replied,
“Y-yes, so sorry!” His fur felt like it was on fire,”Really Sorry!” He paused,”I think I’ve seen you around camp, Magnoliapetal right?”

[skreelyshark]

Originally Posted by Shadow & Wind

@esa (Raggedscar is you mentor not Lightstrike.)
Raggedscar found a soft mossky meadow to train his apprentice in. Tawnypaw has had some training, so Raggedscar was going to start with some intermidiate battle moves like the tail grab, or how to get away from a throat lock... Now he was just waiting for his apprentice to say he was ready.

Tawnypaw followed Raggedscar eagerly. He had never really been taught anything since his previous mentor hadn't paid much attention to him.

"What are we going to do today?"

[Exis]

Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

"I...I'll try" The molly told the tom. She didn't want to put herself out there but if Blackhaze told her to do something, she would do it without question.

“Thanks and... maybe I can’t help you hurt Beasty boy without getting caught.” Blackhaze mewed thoughtfully.

(She already applies for the cult right?)

[JackHunt_17]

Originally Posted by esa

Tawnypaw followed Raggedscar eagerly. He had never really been taught anything since his previous mentor hadn't paid much attention to him.

"What are we going to do today?"

"Some intermediate battle moves, but first tell me what you know already." Said Raggedscar. (Can tawnypaw maybe know bsic defenses like the duck under stcomach blow?, make stuff up. )

[Slinky]

Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

@Slinky

Thornscratch buried her prey and headed off to find the vole. She stalked it down, spotting it through the bushes. She leaped, landing on the animal and broke it's neck, feeling it go limp.

As Thornscratch finished off her second piece of prey, she was met by the sight of large yellow eyes gazing at her through the brush. The pupils were larger and rounder than normal, which only could have belonged to her not-friend Peppersnout. Soon enough, he bounced out of the brush, a robin limp between his jaws as he spoke a muffled, "Success! Great catch! No one's going hungry when we're around!" He gently pawed at her maul playfully, joy gleaming in his eyes.