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Crocuspaw pulls himself out of his nest and steps out of the apprentice's den. It felt like he had not been... Up to much, lately. But he wouldn't think for too long on why that was, something told him that he'd only become a little bit morose from the deeper contemplation.
Blinking in the sunlight the tom's eyes adjust too slow, and in the bright glare he sees a couple of shape near the Thunderwillow. The tom had long since discarded his fearful persona around these Clan cats, as it wasn't really beneficial anymore. He'd gotten into the Clan, and gotten past Sparrow's watchful eye- As far as he was aware, at least.
His stride ends as he comes up beside Beankit, and the brown oriental-looking tom looks down at the kitten and its fallen fledgling bird. Crocuspaw's pupils grow as round as saucers for a heartbeat as he watches it wobble. Then, they narrow to slits again as a whole different feeling washes over him- Instinct. That new "mentor" of his might be proud, even.
Before either cat has the opportunity to react, Crocuspaw's paw flashes out and his claws hook the small bird's chest, snatching it deftly from Beankit's protection and up into the air. The apprentice tosses the bird on the ground a tail length away from Beankit, quickly dipping his head down to snap his teeth at the very small, extended neck of the baby bird. It was not a skillful or pretty kill- He had not yet learned of Clan methods. But cats were hunters by nature, and there was no denying that if the intention was there and the prey was easy enough, a cat would kill through sheer instinct.
Crocuspaw then lifts his head and looks at the pair of cats as he stands over the dead bird. It would hardly fill the belly of even an apprentice.
"That was so easy!" he exclaims. He would go and let that mentor of his know, for sure. It wouldn't occur to him that having prey essentially handed to him was not something to be quite so proud of, but that was a worry for another day.