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Originally Posted by Arie
Frog? Wait what. Buckspring was not happy. He didn't want to go hunting frogs! They were disgusting. And not something he wanted to spend his time on at all. Frogs were bad news and usually just... ended up tasting bland and like mud. Mud wasn't particularly tasty either so the white tom didn't look forward to go hunting them but with the approaching leafbare none of them had a reason to be picky. Soon the only thing he would be eating would be frogs and he was most certainly not looking forward to that once that should happen. Not fun. Nevertheless, he could not show to his apprentice that he as afraid... no not afraid. Okay. Okay. Totally afraid; of frogs. Of frogs of all things. Okay. Okay. Concentrate. "You said you smelled what?" oh. How dumb could he be? Shouldn't have done that, that was simply reducing his intelligence. "Okay, you smell frog. Go for it then, you can have fun hunting it. Just, please do not hug me if you end up in the mud okay? I have no intention of getting more disgusting liquids on my fur today." The blood was already enough staining of his white fur and it would be hard enough to get out. |
Sparrowpaw seemed slightly confused, but padded away from his mentor. He sniffed again, it was near. The tom searched more to find a slimy little croaking fellow sitting on a tree stump, Great! he thought. Sparrowpaw crouched in the grass, he was conveniently behind the frog so this would be easy. There was mud sure but not much, he stalked behind before leaping on to the green amphibian and squishing it. Sparrowpaw looked down on his catch, kinda disgusting but eatable, might give it to some kits.
The orange tabby grab the frog in his mouth and looked for his mentor, this took a few minutes since the smell of squished frog and blood hid the flowery scent of Buckspring. He soon spotted the white tom, padding up to him but making sure he didn't get too close.
"I caught it!" Sparrowpaw exclaimed proudly.