ThunderClan Territory

[chaton]

Originally Posted by Arie

Following Myrtlepaw the Ploverspot spotted the squirrel at the same time. Crouching down next to his apprentice he whispered quietly, eyes still focused on the russet creature. "You take a step, slowly still in this position. A step, then another step, until you're close enough to close the space and catch it." With that he began crouching forward, slowly sliding his paws across the forest floor carefully, making sure not to make any noise as he pulled his hindlegs up after himself and gestured with his tail for Myrtlepaw to follow him. This would be interesting, he hadn't planned on them running into a squirrel already but they were a good source of prey and would likely be a good catch for Myrtlepaw. It would most definitely help his confidence and improve his own hunting skills. Observing it the grey tom crept more towards the left, ready to help the russet apprentice if anything should happen but he assumed what could go wrong? It would either flee, leaving them with no prey or Myrtle would be able to catch it.

{ Myrtletraining }

The russet tom nodded to his mentor, he was ready to take this one down, ready to prove himself as a capable cat. He did just as Ploverspot said, crawling ever so closer, making sure to be mindful of his tail in the process. It seemed like days had passed with how slow things seemed to be in this moment. Judging his distance twice over, making sure everything was absolutely correct... he pounced, aiming directly for the squirrel he so wanted to catch and show off. It seemed to go well, he had caught the creature with his claws, ready to sink down and deliver the final blow. Unfortunately he was not fast enough, the creature was flailing desperately to escape, of which it's claws came raking across the poor apprentice's face in a vicious flurry. Gasping in pain, he released the squirrel and soon it ran off, leaving Myrtle to lie curled up on the ground, holding his paws to his face in pain. It was miserable, blood clouded his vision and thoughts as he just laid there. Was he going to die so young? Would this be the last moment he ever remembered? All these thoughts continued racing through his scattered mind.

[cmdR_Paige]

Originally Posted by Moon_Rise

Blizzardpaw hurried over to her call so excited to finally get out of camp and explore the forest that surrounded the camp. The smell of the grass and chirping of the birds was quite relaxing. So relaxing he forgot where he was going and ended up bumping into a tree

"Ow." he said falling into the ground. "Where were we going again Silversky?"

"We'll be taking a patrol route around the territory," she replied, helping him to his paws. "We might even hunt a thing or two, depending on if we find anything."

[Blitz]

Originally Posted by Skye

"We'll be taking a patrol route around the territory," she replied, helping him to his paws. "We might even hunt a thing or two, depending on if we find anything."

Now up on his paws, Blizzardpaw was even more exited to learn how to hunt. "Do you think I'll be able to catch something on my first try?" He asked eagerly.

[Dark Flame]

“It won’t take too long. Hopefully.”

The dark tom sighed and looked around, pointing out a distant tree. “You see that tree over there? That’s the Tree of Murmers. You might have heard a story or two about it as a kit. I personally don’t believe any of it. It’s a good hunting spot though.”

He pointed at a certain direction. “Over in the distance, is Sunkissed Creek. Sometimes cats go fish for minnows. But quite a few predators lurk over there as well.”

The senior warrior turned towards a more older-looking part of the forest. “Rogueland Woods. There was a fire some time ago, ya see, and this part was hit the least. The occasional rogue comes along.”

Next, he pointed at a distant cliff. “And that’s Cliff Pass. You apprentices aren’t supposed to go there. Too dangerous apparently.”

After pointing out all the major points in the territory, he turned back. “I don’t think I’ll need to show you the borders yet. Well... time for hunting. Follow me.”

( @Socks )

[Socks]

Tree of murmurs, huh? Ravenpaw thought he might have heard his siblings giggle about some ghost stories surrounding that specific over-grown bush, but he hadn't bothered to pay close attention. He didn't care much for kit stories.
He couldn't imagine why any cat would want to fish, he hated getting his paws wet. Not to mention, fish just didn't taste that good.
"We don't do very well keeping our territory, then?" He quirked an eyebrow with a somewhat teasing tone when told of the Rogueland Woods, he'd always been told they were to chase anyone non-ThunderClan straight out of the territory and as a result rogues steered clear.
He had no desire to visit Cliff Pass even if he was allowed. "If hunting means I can sleep sooner, gladly." He mumbled, following along obediently.
@Bravekit

[wren]

Mallowcloud was staring up through the section of trees beneath her paws was a squirrel. The warrior had enjoyed the hunt today... being out and alone to vent out her loneliness. She was exhausted already but not quite ready to go back to camp. She didn’t want to accidentally fall upon Flintspirit. She wasn’t ready to face him.

The she cat stood crossing the well walked path to dig a whole pushing the small grey body into with a long sigh. “Alright... you could still hit the stream before the height of the day” The she cat glanced up eyes tracing the sun for a brief moment.

@Wolfie

[Mayflower]

Originally Posted by Fae

[sorry for the wait! had a migraine for a few days ;;]

Quailpaw's nose wrinkled at Berybreeze's sarcasm, but quickly fixed herself as he nit-picked her stance – dropped her tail, lowered her head to guard her stomach and throat, and situated her hind legs. "Am I doing it?"

She looked up at her mentor's stance and back at her own, smiling when she felt how natural it was compared to her last stance. "Wow! This stance is thrilling!" Quailpaw squeaked, wiggling her shoulders with an urge to leap Berrybreeze, claws twitching.

"Now you have it!" Berrybreeze smiled, nodding in approval. Quailpaw seemed to be a natural at this. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard! He rose out of his own stance and stepped withing 'pouncing' range for the young apprentice. "Alright, so take a little bit to feel natural, to really get the hang of it okay, and then just... boom! Try to pounce on me." He grinned, swishing his tail like an excited dog. Seeing Quailpaw try this was gonna be great. As he waited, he remembered something quickly. Her, digging her claws into the dirt at the raid because she was excited to fight. Her little claws wouldn't really get through his fur, but to make matters safe... "and no claws! Not yet."

[Arie]

Originally Posted by starshooter

The russet tom nodded to his mentor, he was ready to take this one down, ready to prove himself as a capable cat. He did just as Ploverspot said, crawling ever so closer, making sure to be mindful of his tail in the process. It seemed like days had passed with how slow things seemed to be in this moment. Judging his distance twice over, making sure everything was absolutely correct... he pounced, aiming directly for the squirrel he so wanted to catch and show off. It seemed to go well, he had caught the creature with his claws, ready to sink down and deliver the final blow. Unfortunately he was not fast enough, the creature was flailing desperately to escape, of which it's claws came raking across the poor apprentice's face in a vicious flurry. Gasping in pain, he released the squirrel and soon it ran off, leaving Myrtle to lie curled up on the ground, holding his paws to his face in pain. It was miserable, blood clouded his vision and thoughts as he just laid there. Was he going to die so young? Would this be the last moment he ever remembered? All these thoughts continued racing through his scattered mind.

Ploverspot felt pride rise in his chest as he watched Myrtlepaw catch the squirrel but the feeling was soon replaced by an unspeakable amount of panic. He couldn't believe it and as the little russet tom laid there crying out and he was up, scooting over the ground not caring wherever the prey was scattered or anything other than the apprentice on the floor. Curling himself around him, he nuzzled the apprentice carefully before licking his head comfortingly. He had to see the wounds though, see the damage done to his face. He hoped to Starclan that it would not be his eyes. But it seemed that it was and that the apprentice had done the right thing by putting his paws against the wounds because as soon as Ploverspot removed them, blood started flowing and soaking his paws. Placing his paws back he knew that cobwebs was the best way to stem it for now, not much more did he know, and leaving Myrtlepaw but for a second he spotted some cobweb by a bush. Rushing over he grabbed it before placing it carefully around Myrtlepaw's wounds, or where he could see the blood was coming from. He had to get him back to camp and to Lionwhisker. Nudging the apprentice up he made Myrtle lean against him and slowly began walking back to camp, not wanting to carry the apprentice for fear of aggravating the wounds. It was a hard treck but... he made it back to camp despite Myrtle not being in the best shape.

[Pluto]

Sweetpaw laughed as she watched him. Show off! She thought with a giggle. She looked away to tried and run faster, but when she glanced back up, she was met with the sight of him charging at her. Sweetpaw let out a squeal, suddenly frozen at the sight, as she felt the bigger apprentice send her tumbling. It’s going to take me ages to get this out of my fur! She thought when she finally came to a halt. Maybe I’ll do better if I get to somewhere more covered... Speed and sand were clearly not Sweetpaw’s forte, so she stumbled to her paws, a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Come catch me if you can!” Sweetpaw yowled playfully, darting off in the direction of ThunderClan’s territory, excitement sparking under her pelt and adrenaline making her paws thrum against the ground, which turned from sand, to gravely dirt, to soft grass and dirt. Maybe I’ll lose him! She thought as she broke into the forest turning sharply and diving into the nearest bush.
[ @Beau ]

[dionysus]

@Ombre Party
Cormorantpaw charged after Sweetpaw without thinking and soon felt the grainy sand switch to uneven dirt and sticks under paw. The thought came to him that they probably weren’t supposed to leave the gathering, but he was having too much fun for the first time in what felt like too long to care. “I’m coming for ya!” He crowed, watching Sweetpaw leap into a bush, and threw himself into it too. Of course the branches tangled in his fur and ripped strands out, but Cormorantpaw ignored the sting in favor of blundering through in search of Sweetpaw. When he found her, he darted put a paw to tag her and leapt away again with a cry of, “caught ya!” Then, he dashed away and zigzagged through the undergrowth before skidding to a halt behind a tree trunk to watch for his chaser.