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Weekend-Wondering
Dawnkit/3 moons
Dawnkit finished off her mouse as Rosekit thought.
For a kit that rambles a lots, ya sure do think for a while too. She decided she couldn't fault himbfor that, not when she did the same. So she waited for him to gather his words, like minnows in a stream.
The tom started with a last word to her hunting, and she sort of expected that, given her time with him so far.
He prolly don't have time to teach me, gotta snap at warriors and such. Better be prepareds. Then she blinked, as the exact opposite happened, as if Starclan had tried irony on for size.
Not to be rudes ta Starclan, she thought quickly, as Rosekit said he'd show her a hunting crouch. A rush of joy filled her, and she padded closer to watch.
He was aiming for a small rock on their right and began explaining the key things to a crouch.
Paw weight, tail, eyes, speed, and silence. Dawnkit repeated those words in her mind. She had to get this right.
Dawnkit noticed as he crept across the clearing, his amber eyes narrowed in concentration. He was only 3 and a half moons, but Rosekit acted like a full grown apprentice. He'd be good at leadership things once he was a warrior. She focused as Rosekit headed back to her.
She only half listened as he went over the basics again. Suddenly, he bared his teeth and hissed "YOU'LL DEAL WITH IT!" Dawnkit jumped back, tail curling over her face, unexplainable terror clouding her vision. He told her it was a prank just after, but that didn't calm her by much. A brief flash memory crossed her mind of a dark figure, a cat, it had to be, yowling at someone else before her head cleared and she crouched, panting.
After a few seconds Dawnkit got up. She had to practice her crouch. She balanced her paws, stuck her tail straight out behind her, and focused on the rock. Nothing mattered except getting this right. She started creeping towards it, quickly and quietly, narrowly avoiding a twig in her path. She reached the rock, then turned around, looking at Rosekit for his response.