Master the shadows or let them swallow you whole

[namen_roodles]

Base by Cocoroll, color by Cloverspring
ASHPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | A fluffy, pale grey tom with green eyes and a black-tipped tail.
Silver Tongue T1 | Mind Reader
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Yes! He had a new friend and partner for this event!

The grey apprentice darted after Hawkpaw as he sprinted into the forest. Besides, it was better to stick with someone that had already done a territory tour anyway, right? Sounded like a good idea. The beginnings of a great team, Ashtail and Hawkeye. What a story those names could evoke, someday! What kind of adventures would they go on together? Finding new territories for the clan? Avoiding the snapping jaws of predators and slashing claws of rogues?

Oh, Ashpaw already had no idea where they were in the forest. Light fog danced around their paws as they sprinted into the night. Neither one of them stood out in any substantial way in the darkness of dusk and early night. There were plenty of great places, though he did notice a certain bareness to the territory when it came to foliage.

"You think we can use the fog, too?" He asked as they finally slowed down... wherever Hawkpaw had taken them.

@Spookez. (That's what I am assuming, too!)

[Moonraven]

Weepingpaw's ears lifted as he listened to the tom ahead of him talk. He was saying a lot, unfortunately, the apprentice's attention span waned a bit. But he got most of it down. He slid into an easy crouch, he's been practicing since his patrol a bit ago, and worked on creeping forward. His paws were too loud, he noticed when he got spooked by a stick breaking underneath his paws. Upset with himself, Weepingpaw repositioned himself and tried the stalk walk again.

It really wasn't all that different than when he was creeping during hunting, don't make noise, don't let the prey smell you, and so on. Weepingpaw bent so that his belly brushes the ground and kept his head as low as possible, so that his chin nearly touches the ground. His movement in control bursts, his paws didn't come down as heavy as he slowed down his stalk, but he faintly wondered if he was moving too slow.

Annoyed, the apprentice turned and watched as one of the others vanished into the shadows. Wait, so they didn't have to practice; they could just play in the shadows? Weepingpaw hadn't lost track of what the warrior had been saying after he started practicing on his own. Deciding to follow the other apprentice's lead, Weepingpaw dropped into a more comfortable crouch and merged into the cold embrace of the darkness near a large tree, finding a delightful comfort in the shadows.