One moment, he was teaching the apprentice how to hunt. The next, they were slipping into the riverbank with blood pooling around their head.

Ferretsnap attempted to rush forward, to grip their scruff and yank them away from the edge. It was too late, however, and he watched in horror as Glisteningpaw stopped moving. Stopped breathing. He sucked in a breath, staring down at the limp apprentice. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. He should have been watching them closer.

Closing his eyes, the tom shook his head and dropped down into the riverbank. He needed to take them back and report to Beansprout. Stars damn it all, this wasn't how things were suppose to go. He was meant to protect his Clan. To lead his patrol members safely. Yet here he is, about to carry back a dead apprentice.

Something in him steeled itself, a split-second decision. He would fix this. He would do better. How? How? How? There was one thing on his mind, a solution that he took a long moment to think about. He would do better.

Grabbing Glisteningpaw by the scruff and lifting them from the riverbank, he gently set them down and turned his head to try to search for Pondheart.

"Pondheart. There's been an accident. I will be returning to camp- please grab any prey that has been caught and follow," he said, loud enough for the other warrior to hear. Then, he picked up the limp apprentice and began on his way back to camp.

[ I've given us an extension to the 25th, seen as the patrol was started rather late ]


"No, it's here."
Gingerfrost replied with a light huff, hurrying to Cattail Pond; despite how late the patrol had started (because a certain someone didn't show up), he'd still prefer being back on time for patrol reports. As such, he isn't wasting any time.
"Have you hunted before?"
Gingerfrost asked, simultaneously scanning the area for fish or prey as they arrived at their destination.
"If you haven't, lift you nose and scent the area. Track the prey, then crouch likeso,"
He demonstrated a hunter's crouch,
"Then pounce to catch the prey."
And he pounced with unsheathed claws on a stray leaf, demonstrating for the apprentice. He then turned towards Silverpaw, awaiting a response.

It didn't seem as though the apprentice listened to his quick hunting explanation, instead going for an attempt to fish. Setting aside his searches with an inaudible sigh, Gingerfrost turned around to careful watch Silverpaw so he may step in if anything went wrong. Luckily, and by some surprise, his fishing attempt went well enough -- he actually caught a fish, and Gingerfrost was about to say that was good... When the fish slapped his face and jumped back in the water. Ouch.
"Next time kill it right away."
The youn deputy commented, ear flicking as he caught sound of a bird.
"Stay nearby."
And with those two words, he stalked off, quickly slinking down. His eyes locked on the little bird, it wasn't long before he pounced, slapping the bird out of the sky, and quickly killing it. There. At least that was something. He returned to Silverpaw with his catch, noting it was about time to head back -- it was late, and they'd left late since Cinnamonpetal never showed and he had to replace them. Darn. He'd just have to go out after patrol reports, at least this one was done.