Rugged Range

[Fawn]

"Can't get me if I wiggle aroun--" The rest of that was muffled by Lionstar's sudden excess of fluff and leader-pudge crushing around them, made worse by the blows hitting-and-missing on their backside.

They were in a veritable fluff-prison. However, that didn't stop Frozenpaw from struggling to turn over and tickling Lionstar's underbelly with soft paws.

@BILL.

[plum]

Sassafrasfire keeps their pace rather slow for their apprentice's sake, not much minding how long it would take them to cross over into what they still considered rather empty territory. No-cat's land.
"You certainly do have energy," they say, glancing sideways at the she-cat. "And living is nice." They wouldn't touch upon specifics. If Petuniapaw wanted them to know, or to ask, she'd let them know. Or, better yet, she'd just directly tell them so.
"Stars, sky flowers? That's a peculiar idea. You really like flowers, then." They glance up, as if they'd see the stars peeking out right at that moment. Of course they had a good part of the day left. At least they were close.
*
"Petuniapaw," Sassafrasfire says, some time later. Around the pair, the terrain had shifted. Scents changed, and their familiar slice of heaven closer to home was long lost. The warrior had slowed their pace gradually, remembering this to be a hunting party. Hopefully their apprentice could recall that, too. While the approaching evening would be fun for them both, the feline was hopeful to get a mouse or two in before sleeping. Waving their tail to their apprentice, they sniff.
"You've learned how to fish, but do you know other prey as well? Close your eyes, take a deep breath. Tell me what's around us now." Observing the she-cat closely, they wonder if she'd be able to pick out the few distinguishable scents around them. A rabbit had been near some stones off to the left some time ago, and a few birds flittered about scavenging for seeds and insects, going back and forth as if in an organized manner. And that was just what they noticed themselves.
[ @Fuzzy ]

[BEAR.]

Lionstar wanted to kill this belly demon.

When Frozenpaw decided to tickle him, Lionstar immediately sprang away-- just out of reach. Hissing angrily and using his paws to scuff up dirt and chuck it in the stupid baby's direction. "Why can't you just be NORMAL FOR ONCE!"

[ @Dipper ]

[Fawn]

Frozenpaw cringed instinctively, head tilting away to minimize being pelting by the dirt though it didn't work too well. They were trying to be normal! They were a girl and everything these days, training to take down a ShadowClan raid. Ears flat and expression twisted into a pout, they plopped on the ground. A little huffy, they mumbled, "Fine. Normal now."

@BILL.

[BEAR.]

"Great! Just great." Lionstar still wasn't happy, angrily stomping his paws on the ground. "Now are you going to listen or do we need to take you home and put you back in the kit pen?"

[ @Dipper ]

[Fawn]

Frozenpaw was still discontent, frown plastered on their muzzle while they considered telling on mother later that Lionfatter was being a stompy dumb-dumb and scaring all the mouses away. When he threatened the kit pen, their tail lashed irritably. They'd been normal for so long now! It was going on ten seconds. "I'm being a good girl!" they protested, stubbornly shaking their head. They didn't want the kit pen, that was for babies.

@BILL.

[BEAR.]

"Yeah, you'd better be a good girl!" .. Girl? When did that happen? Lionstar decided to not question her. "Now listen. Crouch down and scent the air. Follow the first prey scent you can detect." Lionstar didn't give a damn what it was, he just wanted to get this patrol over with since his mood was ruined by the dumb baby.

[ @Dipper ]

[Fawn]

So... no ShadowClan invaders because Lionfatter was too hungry to fight her. Lame. Frozenpaw was pleased that he was more agreeable than Failcone on the matter of gender, already acknowledging her correctly! One step closer to warrior name. She fell into a hunting crouch and slithered along the ground, ultra sneaky. And aha! Movement! Frozenpaw got a closer look at it...

A little stick! Perfect!... And better yet, it seemed to be moving.. bug-like. Bugs were good! Frozenpaw raised her head to call Lionstar over.

With how insistent he was on hunting, Frozenpaw assumed he must be starving after the long walk here because he hadn't been smart enough to munch on the grass and other weeds along the way. "Stick bug! Eaty, eaty!" she said, scooping it up to push toward Lionstar's muzzle.

@BILL.

[BEAR.]

Ugggh!

Lionstar hissed as he swatted his paws at Frozenpaw, trying to knock some sense into her dense head. "That's it Babykit! We're going back to camp and you're getting the kitpen!!!" Because CLEARLY they weren't going to get anything done this way, and Lionstar didn't want to spend his entire day trying to deal with kitten impossible.

"Come on stupid, before I find you a new stinky rat hole!"

[ @Dipper ]

[Fawn]

Frozenpaw didn't like being thwacked upside the head and dropped the stick bug, staggering a little. She didn't know where she'd gone wrong after finding prey, offering it to Lionfatter.. she did good hunting! "I'm staying and hunting!" Frozenpaw declared and stamped a paw on the ground, upset by her mentor and leader's dejection. She was still going to be the most amazing hunter ever, he'd see. She'd get more stick bugs and feed the entire clan, not sit around in the stupid kit-pen all day.

@BILL.