Sunset Grove

[Lightningpaw666]

Lightningpaw would dig a hole and drop his prey before covering it back up to keep predators from taking it. "Should we keep going? If I remember correctly other Apprentices mentioned Vole and Mouse can be caught with the same crouch. So I can still catch more at least one more before we should get back to camp." Lightningpaw asked Warmsun not wanting to speak about his Mentor anymore to Warmsun. He didn't seem to hold a grudge more just wanted to move on. @Desert Rain Frog

[Desert Rain Frog]

Originally Posted by Lightningpaw666

Lightningpaw would dig a hole and drop his prey before covering it back up to keep predators from taking it. "Should we keep going? If I remember correctly other Apprentices mentioned Vole and Mouse can be caught with the same crouch. So I can still catch more at least one more before we should get back to camp." Lightningpaw asked Warmsun not wanting to speak about his Mentor anymore to Warmsun. He didn't seem to hold a grudge more just wanted to move on. @Desert Rain Frog

Warmsun Nodded, Heading Off To A Corner With Many Bushes. He Soon Cought A Mouse, And A Fat Vole. He Buried Them And Went Off To Hunt More.

[Madelaine]

Barleypaw
[ She/Her - WC App -
Purrks: Heightened Hearing and Flock Together(1)

Following behind Silverrose the young she-cat's whiskers twitched with anticipation. It was nice to be able to hang out with her mentor, especially when they were.doing something good.for their clan. Feeling the vibrations of the older cats paws before they came to a complete stop she stopped. Sounded like they found what they were looking for. She and feed it until she was able to memorize it in her head before picking a few herself.

[ @Estelle; - +2 Celandine ]

[Estelle]

Flashing her apprentice an unseen semblance of a crooked smile, Silverrose flicked her tail - to alert Barleypaw - as she turned and left towards where she had spotted some sticks. They scarce in WindClan, and the pair would have to take great care choosing the sticks (the few one did find on WindClan territory were brittle and small), but after some careful browsing, the older warrior found herself with two sticks in maw - unfortunately, she could carry much more. Awaiting for Barleypaw to gather her sticks too, Silverrose spoke up.
"Let us return, once you have gathered your sticks. It is about time we head back."


[ @Madelaine - I'll go ahead and report now; remember to post with Barley's herbs as well, or let me know if you'd like me to include Barley's findings in Silver's post ]

[---Bluestar---]

Flowerheart walked over to a spot and sat down she looked up to see another cat collecting sticks. She looked away because she didn't want to be rude and stare. But she couldn't help but wonder what are those sticks for.

[Moonraven]

Originally Posted by Tallstar

He was surprised that Dustbunny was scared of the trees as an apprentice but he was also a little comforted by her words he smiled and padded along when she stopped abruptly and crouched he lowered himself as well when she darted into the bush he watched in awe at her speed “Woah nice catch! he bounded up to his mentor the mouse was of fair size he grinned tonight he had provided for his clan he was starting to feel like a true warrior

Dustbunny purred quietly and buried her catch before calling for Vinepaw to follow her as she led him to their next destination.

[samm]

batshriek

there is a pain that comes with loneliness. it is empty and hollow and starving. it eats away at his own body, devouring what is left of him until he is a husk of a person. a walking corpse following through the motions, somehow alive, though death haunts its eyes.

he has died long, long ago, but his heart refuses to stop drumming that faint, weak pulse. it flutters like the wings of a broken hummingbird that has been crushed underfoot by a being ignorant and powerful.

there are things he still does, worn weary to the bone that gets closer to snapping with every jolt to his youthful joints.

he stalks like a creature risen from the bog - staggering, swaying. sliding and slinking along, shuddering and shivering. he sees his prey: one meek vole gnawing at a strip of grass, gleaming in the moonlight.

before his reek can reach the rodent's nose, he pounces with his overgrown claws outstretched. jagged teeth bite down with vile viciousness, snapping its neck. a sharpness rings his yellow eyes. for a faint moment, he is lucid enough to see the dead animal between his paws. but it is gone as soon as it comes, and the creature gathers the fresh-kill delicately into his jaws.

there are things he still does: he must take the prey back to camp. he looks around the grove anxiously, feeling like a kid rabbit caught under the gaze of a vengeful hawk. it is always watching, he thinks. his muddy paws trot from the open clearing, pattering against the moorland soil - they remain damp and soggy, leaving dirty pawprints wherever he runs.