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Originally Posted by .:Blue Wishes:.
Goldenstar nodded. Sure, Nightpaw wasn’t exactly helping him make a decision, but he didn’t mind that. He was just happy that they had managed to train today. He could barely remember when he had just met Nightpaw, back when she was a kittypet named Lucky. At least, that was what he believe her name had been at the time. It was actually hard for him to remember. As he heard movement behind him, he whirled around, nervous as to what was behind him. He calmed down when he saw what it was, knowing that it wasn’t some cat trying to attack or stalk them. “I believe it’s called a weasel,” He said as he heard Nightpaw’s question. “Do you want to try at catch it?” he asked, lowering his voice so the animal wouldn’t hear. |
Nightpaw continued to stare at the weasel as Goldenstar whipped around. And it stared right back at her. “I uh...” It was unnerving the way it was looking at her, not a trace of fear in its eyes in spite of the fact that it was facing two, much larger animals. It couldn’t have been larger than the length of her tail. She wanted to say no, but she didn’t want to let her mentor down twice in one day. “Ok.” Nightpaw lowered into a crouch and began to creep forward. It kept its eyes on her as she crept closer, and she shot a glance at Goldenstar, hoping for some guidance. She took another step and suddenly the weasel leapt in the air and landed slightly to the left of where it had been. She froze, her fur bristling. It did it again, this time landing slightly closer to Nightpaw. She shrank back a step. Then something inside her told her that this was no simple prey animal. She bared her teeth and hissed at the animal, her tail lashing. Whatever it was doing, she didn’t like it. Not one bit.