LionPaw had relatively enjoyed his patrol with NewtBelly…the hunting and all. So, he found himself seeking the enforcer out for more training. It wasn’t hard to find the cat thankfully, “NewtBelly. I know hunting basics and all…I was wondering if you could help me advance my skills a bit though? And maybe some form of combat? I’m already decently advanced with that though…”
The warrior found himself paused in the clearing, taking some time to clean his coat. He wasn't all too sure what to do with himself - maybe go out hunting again. That was always useful.
Then, Lionpaw approached him. He remembered him - the apprentice from that patrol. He respected his commitment, coming and asking for training. "Of course," the tom stood up, stretching. "Let's head out now." He led the way out of the camp.
l i o n p a w • he/him • 9 moons • shadowclan/apprentice •
shadow fiend ❝ speed doesn’t matter; forward is forward regardless ❞
He nodded his head appreciatively to the enforcer and quickly followed, not daring to fall behind in any way. He was so close to wrapping up his training, he was just brushing up skills at this point. After that he could be a warrior- then an enforcer- then the best enforcer (but there’s no way he can replace Hawk-dad) then who knows. But as long as he’s the best at whatever he does, he’s a-okay with that.
l i o n p a w • he/him • 9 moons • shadowclan/apprentice •
shadow fiend ❝ speed doesn’t matter; forward is forward regardless ❞
He nodded his head appreciatively to the enforcer and quickly followed, not daring to fall behind in any way. He was so close to wrapping up his training, he was just brushing up skills at this point. After that he could be a warrior- then an enforcer- then the best enforcer (but there’s no way he can replace Hawk-dad) then who knows. But as long as he’s the best at whatever he does, he’s a-okay with that.
Newtbelly led the way out and into the territory. It was still icy, but it was gradually getting better, little by little. They soon came upon a decently shady spot - a little forested, but not totally cloaked. No mud. This would be perfect. Before he taught anything, he thought it best to see where Lionpaw was with hunting. Last time they'd been out, he'd followed a trail and caught prey with ease. "You smell anything?" He asked bluntly, as he scented the air himself. He'd watch to see if Lionpaw noticed whether the smell was up or downwind, how specifically he could identify the scent ect. ect.
l i o n p a w • he/him • 9 moons • shadowclan/apprentice •
shadow fiend ❝ speed doesn’t matter; forward is forward regardless ❞
As the Enforcer asked if he smelled anything, LionPaw quickly parted his mouth in the slightest to sent the air. He struggled slightly to pick up in anything at the start, but quickly found his way. “…Mice…a frog maybe? Oh- and a squirrel.” he sent a questioning look over to NewtBelly to confirm his guess.
l i o n p a w • he/him • 9 moons • shadowclan/apprentice •
shadow fiend ❝ speed doesn’t matter; forward is forward regardless ❞
As the Enforcer asked if he smelled anything, LionPaw quickly parted his mouth in the slightest to sent the air. He struggled slightly to pick up in anything at the start, but quickly found his way. “…Mice…a frog maybe? Oh- and a squirrel.” he sent a questioning look over to NewtBelly to confirm his guess.
Newtbelly nodded. Good, he'd gotten a pretty full scope of the things around them - no questions regarding what was what. "Can you tell what direction the scent's coming from?" The two of them were downwind, currently - at a bit of a diagonal; the scents softly drifting toward them. The wind wasn't harsh today, you had to put in effort to feel it. Newtbelly held his nose up a little, feeling the breeze hit it. "It'll depend on the wind." He added, looking to Lionpaw. He wasn't sure the 'paw knew how to check the direction, but he wanted to see what he'd do.
l i o n p a w • he/him • 9 moons • shadowclan/apprentice •
shadow fiend ❝ speed doesn’t matter; forward is forward regardless ❞
LionPaw’s ears twitched at NewtBelly’s question, and he resisted the urge to scoff—of course he could tell which way it was coming from. Probably.
Still, he didn’t rush to answer. Instead, he took a slow breath, tasting the air again as his gaze flicked to the grass and leaves around them. The wind wasn’t strong, barely stirring the branches, but he could feel the faintest touch against his whiskers. His tail flicked as he turned his head slightly, angling his body to follow the drifting scents. “Forward and a little to the left…” he answered, voice confident, though he shot a quick glance at NewtBelly for confirmation. His claws flexed against the earth as he shifted his weight, ready to move
l i o n p a w • he/him • 9 moons • shadowclan/apprentice •
shadow fiend ❝ speed doesn’t matter; forward is forward regardless ❞
LionPaw’s ears twitched at NewtBelly’s question, and he resisted the urge to scoff—of course he could tell which way it was coming from. Probably.
Still, he didn’t rush to answer. Instead, he took a slow breath, tasting the air again as his gaze flicked to the grass and leaves around them. The wind wasn’t strong, barely stirring the branches, but he could feel the faintest touch against his whiskers. His tail flicked as he turned his head slightly, angling his body to follow the drifting scents. “Forward and a little to the left…” he answered, voice confident, though he shot a quick glance at NewtBelly for confirmation. His claws flexed against the earth as he shifted his weight, ready to move
The tom nodded. Good. This should be easy. “It’s a good job we’re downwind.” He began to slink forward, following the scent. “Let’s track it down. I’ve already observed how you’re beyond competent at that.” He sunk to the ground, paws placed carefully as he waited for Lionpaw to take the lead.
LionPaw huffed but didn’t speak, deciding to head for the squirrel first. He liked squirrels. He liked catching them, and he especially enjoyed eating them. LionPaw was starting to choose his favorites of…well…everything. The apprentices pawsteps were quiet as he stalked ahead, being carefully to stay out of sight and sound and scent. His brown pelt seemed to seamlessly blend in with the shadows as he slipped into them and he paused when he found the perfect distance to pounce. His haunches wiggled slightly as he waiting a moment before pounding, leaping from the shadows and offering a killing bite.
LionPaw huffed but didn’t speak, deciding to head for the squirrel first. He liked squirrels. He liked catching them, and he especially enjoyed eating them. LionPaw was starting to choose his favorites of…well…everything. The apprentices pawsteps were quiet as he stalked ahead, being carefully to stay out of sight and sound and scent. His brown pelt seemed to seamlessly blend in with the shadows as he slipped into them and he paused when he found the perfect distance to pounce. His haunches wiggled slightly as he waiting a moment before pounding, leaping from the shadows and offering a killing bite.
He observed as Lionpaw hunted down the squirrel, even using the shadows to his advantage. It was good, perfect even - he didn't have any notes. "Good job." Everything seemed perfect, down to the killing bite. "Let's keep going." He scented the air, noticing the mice. If there were a few, and if they were together, maybe he could try chasing them toward Lionpaw? He already seemed to have stalking and pouncing down, and though it was productive for the fresh kill pile, it didn't seem awfully helpful to make the 'paw do that over and over. "Actually. Wait here. I'm going to chase some mice toward you. I want you to try to catch as many as you can, got it?"
Newtbelly crept round in a sort of curve, nestling among the shadows, till his eyes settled on them. 3 Mice. That was decent. If this goes well, they'll be sent scampering right into Lionpaw's claws. If this goes wrong, well, he'll be mortified. He positioned himself just behind them - they were clearly already stirring, after smelling his scent upwind. Then he lept out from the shadows, paw swinging. - and they were off! Three (rather startled) mice, sprinting straight toward Lionpaw.
Hunting and … Beasts and Stuff [P]
