Emberpaw
ShadowClan Apprentice
she/they/he | 5 moons
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes] Purrks: Agatha Kitty
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Magician ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Mudslide - @Marigoldwhisper ] [Cloverpaw - @Beaan ] [Greenapple - @zozelen ]
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Emberpaw stared, unblinking at Cloverpaw as she stumbled through a brief hunting lesson. Then she just. Left. Emberpaw stared after the spot where Cloverpaw disappeared, displeasure clear on his face. Weight on haunches, tail high but not too high, even weight, don't make noise. That was it? Really? No duh. Nothing about stalking effectively, nor a killing blow? Emberpaw scoffed, tail lashing behind her. Fine then.
Opening her jaws to scent for prey, like her siblings had practiced as kittens. She caught a whiff of a bird nearby, immediately dropping into the crouch Cloverpaw had described, adjusting what felt in need of adjustment. It was difficult at first, and they kept shifting to the side, hissing with distaste at their own failures before forcing themself to move on.
Emberpaw followed the scent, excitement growing along with the strength of the scent. Her first ever prey. She would not let it escape her claws.
Soon enough, Emberpaw heard scuffling in the undergrowth up ahead. The scent of a raven overwhelmed him, nearly knocking him off his heels. When Emberpaw caught sight of the creature, his heart pounded with anticipation. It was almost as big as he was, with a wicked beak as thick as her forepaw and beady black eyes that seemed to dart with unnatural speed between stimuli.
But Emberpaw wasn't going to be denied her glory. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Emberpaw sank deeper into her crouch and extended a slow, tentative paw in a cautious, divining step. The raven didn't move. Another step. A cant of its head, a hop to the left, but no alarm.
Emberpaw prepared to strike.
[Emberpaw rolled a 17!]
I am Emberpaw, child of Dawnstar, the most feared Leader in the forest. You are nothing underneath my claws.
Springing forward with all the power he could muster in his hind legs, Emberpaw's large paws thudded on the raven's back and sent its scrawny legs splaying underneath the weight. It squawked in indignant fear, but Emberpaw lunged with his jaws wide open, sealing his teeth around the bird's neck and closing like a vice.
The familiar feeling of bones snapping under her teeth sent a shiver down her spine, and warm blood pooled in her mouth. She swallowed instinctively, teeth bared against the thick, metallic warmth that coated her throat. The thrill of the hunt coursed through her, and Emberpaw stepped off the still raven, fur bushed up with excitement. She'd done it. She'd caught her first prey.
And it was nearly as big as she was.
Emberpaw dragged the massive creature under a bush, having not yet learned to bury her prey, and decided to catch at least one more piece of prey.
The earthy scent of a ground-dwelling creature caught his attention next, and Emberpaw darted towards it. The longer he moved in a crouch, the easier it became. A few foxlengths away from his raven, Emberpaw spotted a little brown creature with tiny paws and tiny ears. A mouse, if he recalled. Waggling his haunches, Emberpaw pounced at the mouse.
[Emberpaw rolled a 2!]
Only to completely sail over it and land a cat-length away, stumbling over his own paws. He growled, tail lashing as the mouse disappeared with a fearful squeak into the undergrowth. Fury rose up in the young apprentice, boiling him alive and making his vision blurry. Pathetic. What use was he if he was not perfect? Perfect like Mother, perfect to make up for the inadequacies of his siblings.
He was better. Had to be better.
She would try one more time. Her blunder had scared the prey nearby down into their burrows, but Emberpaw was persistent. She searched and searched, descending into a smouldering focus-state where the rest of the world faded away. Each heartbeat without another catch burned Emberpaw further and further until she was nothing but embers, the inspiration for her name.
That was when she finally scented a squirrel. Squirrels, while more common in ThunderClan's territory--that was why they were called Squirrels, according to Mistlemother--they weren't uncommon in the denser part of the forest where ShadowClan resided. Emberpaw crept up on it, the coals in her chest flaring with excitement. She wouldn't fail again.
[Emberpaw rolled a 15!]
Claws sunk into warm furry flesh, tearing into the throat of the squirrel and ripping flesh from bone. It felt incredible, the blood seeping between her claws. Emberpaw's coals were fanned into a roaring flame, pride at her catch warming her from the inside out. The catch was... messy, admittedly. Emberpaw did her best to clean it up, not wanting to embarrass Mother by bringing her torn, disheveled prey. But there was nothing she could do to prevent the squirrel's tail from dragging on the ground, collecting snow and pine needles.
Dragging both the squirrel and the raven back to the patrol was difficult, but Emberpaw managed. Mother was going to be very proud of her, she thought. She would not be showing Mother her squirrel, as messy prey would not do. But the raven... its onyx feathers would surely impress the Shadow Queen.
[Emberpaw caught +1 raven and +1 squirrel!]
[Pardon her internal monologue, she's just Entitled]
Emberpaw
ShadowClan Apprentice
she/they/he | 5 moons
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes] Purrks: Agatha Kitty
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Magician ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
· · ────────────── · ·
[Mudslide - @Marigoldwhisper ] [Cloverpaw - @Beaan ] [Greenapple - @zozelen ]
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Emberpaw stared, unblinking at Cloverpaw as she stumbled through a brief hunting lesson. Then she just. Left. Emberpaw stared after the spot where Cloverpaw disappeared, displeasure clear on his face. Weight on haunches, tail high but not too high, even weight, don't make noise. That was it? Really? No duh. Nothing about stalking effectively, nor a killing blow? Emberpaw scoffed, tail lashing behind her. Fine then.
Opening her jaws to scent for prey, like her siblings had practiced as kittens. She caught a whiff of a bird nearby, immediately dropping into the crouch Cloverpaw had described, adjusting what felt in need of adjustment. It was difficult at first, and they kept shifting to the side, hissing with distaste at their own failures before forcing themself to move on.
Emberpaw followed the scent, excitement growing along with the strength of the scent. Her first ever prey. She would not let it escape her claws.
Soon enough, Emberpaw heard scuffling in the undergrowth up ahead. The scent of a raven overwhelmed him, nearly knocking him off his heels. When Emberpaw caught sight of the creature, his heart pounded with anticipation. It was almost as big as he was, with a wicked beak as thick as her forepaw and beady black eyes that seemed to dart with unnatural speed between stimuli.
But Emberpaw wasn't going to be denied her glory. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Emberpaw sank deeper into her crouch and extended a slow, tentative paw in a cautious, divining step. The raven didn't move. Another step. A cant of its head, a hop to the left, but no alarm.
Emberpaw prepared to strike.
[Emberpaw rolled a 17!]
I am Emberpaw, child of Dawnstar, the most feared Leader in the forest. You are nothing underneath my claws.
Springing forward with all the power he could muster in his hind legs, Emberpaw's large paws thudded on the raven's back and sent its scrawny legs splaying underneath the weight. It squawked in indignant fear, but Emberpaw lunged with his jaws wide open, sealing his teeth around the bird's neck and closing like a vice.
The familiar feeling of bones snapping under her teeth sent a shiver down her spine, and warm blood pooled in her mouth. She swallowed instinctively, teeth bared against the thick, metallic warmth that coated her throat. The thrill of the hunt coursed through her, and Emberpaw stepped off the still raven, fur bushed up with excitement. She'd done it. She'd caught her first prey.
And it was nearly as big as she was.
Emberpaw dragged the massive creature under a bush, having not yet learned to bury her prey, and decided to catch at least one more piece of prey.
The earthy scent of a ground-dwelling creature caught his attention next, and Emberpaw darted towards it. The longer he moved in a crouch, the easier it became. A few foxlengths away from his raven, Emberpaw spotted a little brown creature with tiny paws and tiny ears. A mouse, if he recalled. Waggling his haunches, Emberpaw pounced at the mouse.
[Emberpaw rolled a 2!]
Only to completely sail over it and land a cat-length away, stumbling over his own paws. He growled, tail lashing as the mouse disappeared with a fearful squeak into the undergrowth. Fury rose up in the young apprentice, boiling him alive and making his vision blurry. Pathetic. What use was he if he was not perfect? Perfect like Mother, perfect to make up for the inadequacies of his siblings.
He was better. Had to be better.
She would try one more time. Her blunder had scared the prey nearby down into their burrows, but Emberpaw was persistent. She searched and searched, descending into a smouldering focus-state where the rest of the world faded away. Each heartbeat without another catch burned Emberpaw further and further until she was nothing but embers, the inspiration for her name.
That was when she finally scented a squirrel. Squirrels, while more common in ThunderClan's territory--that was why they were called Squirrels, according to Mistlemother--they weren't uncommon in the denser part of the forest where ShadowClan resided. Emberpaw crept up on it, the coals in her chest flaring with excitement. She wouldn't fail again.
[Emberpaw rolled a 15!]
Claws sunk into warm furry flesh, tearing into the throat of the squirrel and ripping flesh from bone. It felt incredible, the blood seeping between her claws. Emberpaw's coals were fanned into a roaring flame, pride at her catch warming her from the inside out. The catch was... messy, admittedly. Emberpaw did her best to clean it up, not wanting to embarrass Mother by bringing her torn, disheveled prey. But there was nothing she could do to prevent the squirrel's tail from dragging on the ground, collecting snow and pine needles.
Dragging both the squirrel and the raven back to the patrol was difficult, but Emberpaw managed. Mother was going to be very proud of her, she thought. She would not be showing Mother her squirrel, as messy prey would not do. But the raven... its onyx feathers would surely impress the Shadow Queen.
[Emberpaw caught +1 raven and +1 squirrel!]
[Pardon her internal monologue, she's just Entitled]
Quote:
Originally Posted by Beaan
cloverpaw
cw; grief
now that they have arrived, cloverpaw turned and saw mudslide going off on their own. well, the warrior-aged apprentice was about to join them when emberpaw spoke. right. the small tabby nodded, turning to face the young tom. his mind flashed back at dwanstar's lesson. "when crouch, put all weight on haunches. so pawsteps do uh not impact the ground (whatever dawnstar ment by that). Also, uh... lift your tail. not too high, but uh. not drag. against ground. stiff and straight. when the... time comes to leap. make sure your uh,,, weight is even, or it could mess your leap. up. and put strength in hind legs, too." that should be enough for the young cat, right? cloverpaw turned away to start her hunt. without looking back, she told the apprentice "lets see you in action." with that, they slipped off into the shadows.
[roll: 17, 8, 12. success! +1 vole]
this was off to a good start. the tabby cat managed to sneak up on a vole, killing it before it could say 'cat' (if voles could speak, of course). the scarred tabby purred with satisfaction. they buried their prey so they could return later, and moved on to search for more.
[roll: 12, 9, 17. success! +1 thrush]
this was pure luck. the tom somehow came across a thrush in search of food. very scrawny at that, but a thrush none the less. once they stalked close enough, the small tabby leaped and landed square on its back. it struggled under cloverpaw's claws, but they killed it with a swift bite to the neck. now one more piece of prey wouldn't hurt at all, considering it was still leaf-bare.
[11, 2, 1. success! +1 mouse]
well pooey. it seemed their luck ran out. they did find some prey - a mouse - but it was... meager. they wouldn't pass up the prey however. so after a quick crouch and stalk forward, they leaped once more and killed the rodent.
three pieces of prey should be good unless needed more, so cloverpaw picked up his mouse and headed back to where the patrol had gathered, collecting his other pieces of prey he had caught along the way. once the patrol came into view, cloverpaw emerged from the shadows, being visible once more. without saying anything, they sat down and dropped their catches at their paws.
greenapple, she/her, 46 moons
shadowclan warrior
a dappled ginger and black she-cat with bright green eyes.
So Emberpaw did not know how to hunt. That did make sense, the apprentice was especially young. She was still kit age, Greenapple was sure.
Greenapple dipped her head as well when Emberpaw asked to be taught, which was meant to be a yes, though they might not've seen the motion. When Cloverpaw eventually joined them, Greenapple was happy to see the elder apprentice willing to share her knowledge. For a moment, the warrior was reminded of when she was in training herself... and a certain, younger tom-cat was always begging her for training. Even though he definitely had a mentor to go to.
...Greenapple silently huffed. It was time to patrol, not to reminisce.
The walk to Evergreen Grotto was uneventful. Before leaving to hunt with Mudslide, she momentarily stopped between Emberpaw and Cloverpaw. "If you need help, you can ask me," the she-cat murmured. She didn't want Cloverpaw to get in over her head with teaching an untrained apprentice. Though she wasn't going to take over, either. This would be good practice for Cloverpaw. She'd likely be a mentor herself one day.
Now, to catch some prey...
(greenapple rolled an 18!)
(greenapple rolled a 12!)
Without straying far away from the apprentices, Greenapple took a few minutes to catch a big toad and salamander. Both of which she had to go searching for, as they were usually dormant in leafbare... but they were in a cave. It felt warmer farther in, maybe that's why they were in here. She was aware some cats didn't find toad to be that appetizing, but Greenapple never minded it.
Greenapple glanced towards Mudslide, who seemed to have caught a bird and mouse, and then back at Emberpaw and Cloverpaw. How were they doing?
Mudslide wasn't exactly liking her odds, but she pushed forward regardless. It seemed everycat else had managed some good catches despite the unbearable weather, it would be odd for her to not fall in line and do the same.
Emberpaw seemed to be hunting just fine, and Cloverpaw and Greenapple were certainly pulling their weight. Her own thoughts were interrupted by the silent scurry of tiny feet. Without checking whatever it was she heard, the oriental shorthair quickly crouched down, tail low against the blanket of chilly white beneath her paws.
Ah, another mouse. But it was a weird one, red eyed and white. Well... A mouse was a mouse, was it not?
[mudslide rolled a 1! fumble...]
What was with her today? Nothing flashed between her claws, just powdery snow that made her paws tremble with a chill. She kept her tail deathly still, determined not to give way to her bubbling frustration. She wasn't sure why her claws were as slippery as ice, but it wasn't helping her. The enforcer padded around a bit more before a burrowing vole came into view. She followed her similar routine and slunk into shadows, squaring her shoulders and unsheathing her claws.
[mudslide rolled an 11! catch successful!]
[+1 vole]
Finally, the warm pelt of life hit her marbled paw pads, blood edging her once white claws. She figured her haul had been... Odd, but not entirely bad. It was sure that she'd hit a wall eventually. The enforcer looked back to her patrol and raised her tail. She was going now, whether they were ready or not.
greenapple, she/her, 46 moons
shadowclan warrior
a dappled ginger and black she-cat with bright green eyes.
Good, Emberpaw and Cloverpaw had both made some catches. And Mudslide was... leaving. Without a word? Greenapple wasn't one to speak on how much a cat decided to talk, but Mudslide was the leader of the patrol. Hopefully the apprentices noticed that the enforcer was heading back.
Greenapple lightly nudged Cloverpaw with her fluffy tail. "Let's go," she said in her slightly rough voice, just to make sure they all returned together.
@Beaan @Mica (posting in shadowclan patrol place next)
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uhhhh! he was sure he was following slipjaw, but the black cat was nowhere to be found!
ruh roh!
uhhh well he's an adult! right? yeah! totally. he's an apprentice, but uhhh. he's still an adult! uhh marigold right? yeah! uhh what else whatelse. marigold... cobwebs moss and sticks! oh yeah!
so eye-catching flowers... frilly....
AHA THERE'S SOME RIGHT THERE! he tears them up, dirt and all. "uhh find summa this plant and tear em up. uuuh or grab as many sticks as yall can hold." he half mutters through the uprooted marigold. uhhh did the sticks need to be fresh or could they be random sticks off the ground. he went over to a dead looking bush and snapped off a couple of sizable sticks.
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[Scorpionpaw]
ShadowClan Apprentice
13/100
No Purrks
Was... was she supposed to be following another apprentice? Where was her brother? Was he also going to follow? SO many questions and uncertainties, but this was her first patrol, she didn't know any better. The only rule that Mama every drove into her was to always leave with a warrior, so she'd ask, of course. "Don't we need a warrior? Where... where is he?"
Still, she leaned down and picked at the patch of flowers that somehow managed to survive beneath the snow. She'll never understand the logic behind plants. "And this is Evergreen Grotto? I hadn't been yet," Scorp spoke around the couple flowers she could find, looking around and taking in the scenery.
Next was picking up a couple sticks. She would do that still, yes. She'd find the best stick! Feeling a little more optimistic, Scorp stuck within eyesight of Sleekpaw, searching for the best stick. It took a couple minutes, but she'd get her eyes on a rather large one.
While holding the flowers in her jaws, she leaned down and grasped the large stick. It was awkward to pick up, weighed her down a little. It was basically the same length as her. Now with gleaming eyes, she returend to Sleekpaw, showing off her giant stick, ready to head back.
[Scorpionpaw]
ShadowClan Apprentice
13/100
No Purrks
Was... was she supposed to be following another apprentice? Where was her brother? Was he also going to follow? SO many questions and uncertainties, but this was her first patrol, she didn't know any better. The only rule that Mama every drove into her was to always leave with a warrior, so she'd ask, of course. "Don't we need a warrior? Where... where is he?"
Still, she leaned down and picked at the patch of flowers that somehow managed to survive beneath the snow. She'll never understand the logic behind plants. "And this is Evergreen Grotto? I hadn't been yet," Scorp spoke around the couple flowers she could find, looking around and taking in the scenery.
Next was picking up a couple sticks. She would do that still, yes. She'd find the best stick! Feeling a little more optimistic, Scorp stuck within eyesight of Sleekpaw, searching for the best stick. It took a couple minutes, but she'd get her eyes on a rather large one.
While holding the flowers in her jaws, she leaned down and grasped the large stick. It was awkward to pick up, weighed her down a little. It was basically the same length as her. Now with gleaming eyes, she returend to Sleekpaw, showing off her giant stick, ready to head back.
❧ Shadowclan Apprentice | He/They
❧ Agatha Kitty, Just A Scratch, Rapid Recovery "[LIQUID DETECTED. CLEANSER ACTIVATED.]"
uhhhh! he was sure he was following slipjaw, but the black cat was nowhere to be found!
ruh roh!
uhhh well he's an adult! right? yeah! totally. he's an apprentice, but uhhh. he's still an adult! uhh marigold right? yeah! uhh what else whatelse. marigold... cobwebs moss and sticks! oh yeah!
so eye-catching flowers... frilly....
AHA THERE'S SOME RIGHT THERE! he tears them up, dirt and all. "uhh find summa this plant and tear em up. uuuh or grab as many sticks as yall can hold." he half mutters through the uprooted marigold. uhhh did the sticks need to be fresh or could they be random sticks off the ground. he went over to a dead looking bush and snapped off a couple of sizable sticks.
HEY! They were leaving without him! Fur bristling, Grottopaw bolted beneath Slipjaw's feet to catch up with his sister and the other apprentice.
"Don't leave without me again," he barked once he was at Scorpionpaw's heels. What were they even looking for? Marigold? He was pretty sure he knew what that looked like, but all the snow covered everything up and whatever had been found was already taken. He sniffed around, only to find the rest frosted over and unusable. So he settled for snatching up four long sticks instead.
It was at that moment he realized the other warrior was no longer with them. "Where did Slipjaw go?"
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Yeah, no, uh-uh. He wasn't hanging around to watch these brats, not after the one had nearly broken his ankles! He'd waited until they were out of camp to turn directions when they weren't looking. They could make do without forcing him to play kit-sitter.
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What the heck was a hooman and why were they invading? Weepingpaw found himself enthralled in the little tale Bite shared with him. However, he did have a lot of questions to ask. He grabbed his rock as they began walking again, discovering quickly that the snow was a liar. Some of his attempts to keep pace with Bite left him swimming in the snow when he veered off the set path upon seeing something interesting.
"What hooman?" He asked after he lost his rock in the deep snow bank and needed rescuing. "Can I bite? taste good do they?" They must be strong if they manage to drive Dawnstar off. If he ate them would he be as strong as Dawnstar then? The idea of being stronger than Momster was absurd and quite frankly impossible to the young cat, being as strong or at least stronger than everyone else made more sense to him.
Once free from the snow, his teeth kept knocking against each other and he couldn't stop shaking. Uncomfortable he latched himself to his mentor's pelt, attempting to press his chilled nose into the tom's fur. It made walking harder, but he was cold so didn't care. His head lifted and his eyes were drawn to the strange structure in the distant Bite called Morning Ruins. Why was it named after the day and how come it was ruin? If it was ruined how can they use it as a camp? He was exceedingly confused about that place, but with his mentor's promise to take him later, he'd save those questions.
As the snow thinned out, he was able to wander a bit further away from his mentor and straight to the bush. His attempts to steal a twig from it were dashed after Bite's stern warning. He backed away from the bushes with a small pout on his maw. Weepingpaw wasn't exactly sure what poison was, but it sounded very bad. "No eat bad berry, Weeping won't." He told him.
"Frog here?" He asked, he had heard those strange-looking prey lived in places with water and mud. "Frog catch want I," Momster said frogs were prey ShadowClan often ate that none of the other clans did, but Weepingpaw never tried one or seen one. They sounded fascinating. While waiting to go, he sniffed the air and circled in search of something new he could stick in his mouth. His teeth were starting to bug him again, he needed something to bite.
Hawkbite would let his tail wrap over Weepingpaw when he drew close, offering an embrace and allowing the apprentice to lean on him for warmth. There were not complaints or disapproval from it, Hawkbite was secretly appreciating the little bit of warmth Weepingpaw was also offering him. He hated this weather and would openly complain about it if allowed.
Weepingpaw's question was innocent, but Hawkbite grew bitter about the topic. Humans. Twolegs. Whatever they wanted to call them. They took everything, they destroyed everything, they were simply a menace to their society. "Humans are also called Twolegs. They're furless creatures that walk on two legs. They control monsters that will eat cats and they steal us away from home," Hawkbite explained without glancing at his apprentice. His teeth gritted as he thought of friends that'd been taken and family that'd been murdered: Vixensnarl, Woollyfeather. There were others, too. His tail lashed once.
That was enough.
"You can try to bite them, but they're very large and very strong. Warriors would have to gather in larger groups to hurt them, I've never seen them hurt before," Hawkbite would finally glance over at Weepingpaw, hiding whatever bitter feelings and hurt he was feeling as he addressed the younger. He must've drawn closer to the bush, because he was quickly evading it before growing distracted again. "Good, make sure no one gets hurt by those berries, very important," Hawkbite praised gently before the next question. His whisker would twitch with amusement. "When it warms up some, I'll bring you back and make sure you can catch a frog. Frogs seem to hide this time of year. Rarely out because they can't hop around in the snow. I'm not sure where they go, but they just seem to disappear," Hawkbite spoke, gesturing for Weepingpaw to continue following him.
The trail led them deeper into the forest. The snow was still fairly thin, the trees blocked most of the weather here. The roots of the trees were more prominent, curling up and around them through the rockier terrain. "This is the Evergreen Grotto," Hawkbite introduced the area, glancing around. "This is a good place for other types of prey, but especially for herbs. The Medicine cats seem to like this area for herbs, so we can't go plucking whatever we want out of the ground here. Any of these plants could be something, but I'm not skilled enough to tell you what's what," he half-joked. Herbs were something Hawkbite didn't pay much attention to or retain. There were other cats for that job.
HE/HIM • ENFORCER • 36M • SHADOWCLAN "A large & fluffy marbled tabby tom with tusk-like teeth." PURRKS: N/A
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Tuftedtusk led his hunting patrol to the Grotto, ears on a swivel and mouth open to scent the air. "Bleedingpaw, your with me. Cherryleopard, Hazycry, go off a ways and hunt. Meet up back here when we are done." He rumbled. Flicking his tail to the apprentice, he would move off to the right with his maw open to see if anything was here. Gotcha. A blackbird. Crouching down he crept forward and leapt, snagging the birds wing with a claw and nipping its neck. Now onto the next one.. hmm.
blackpine, he/him, 41 moons
shadowclan warrior
a large black tom with one emerald green eye.
Wow. She was a loud one. He was sure that was normal for a cat her age, but Blackpine's family was more... quiet. He had almost forgotten how noisy kits could be.
"We can go now. I have nothing else to do," He replied, contradicting how he just lied about being busy. "I'll take you to Evergreen Grotto. There's lots of herbs there, for the medicine cats, but it's also just a nice spot in Shadowclan. Less wet than Darkwater Mire, at least." Blackpine assumed Scorpionpaw hadn't been there yet, considering her young age, though he could be wrong.
"Yes, I will teach you 'cool' fighting techniques- if you can listen to the basics, that is," he said with a chuckle. "And my name is Blackpine. Black for my fur, green for the eye. At least that's what I always thought."
"Since you seem... raring to go, to say the least, follow me. Just stay close and we'll make it there fine. Don't try to sneak away- I'll be watching you!" That last part was more joking than a serious concern. Scorpionpaw seemed so excited to train that he doubted she had any sneaky plans. Unless she was the type to wander after butterflies and get lost.
(sorry this took 1billion years but i've done it now lol, i'll post in the territory next)
blackpine, he/him, 41 moons
shadowclan warrior
a large black tom with one emerald green eye.
After a bit of walking and silently refreshing himself on this part of the territory, or what it looked like in leafbare, Blackpine arrived at the grotto. The ground leading into the cave was lightly dusted in snow.
"Alright," he announced for dramatics, "we're here!"
@SuspiciousMindz (feel free to say that whatever happened on the walk there! i figured scorp should respond before he actually starts the lesson)
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Cherryleopard gave the Enforcer a nod and slipped off in a different direction than Hazycry would go. The warrior later found herself stalking a shrew, her blue eyes narrowed.
[Rolled 17, 18]
The ginger warrior sprang, landing square on her prey and nipping its neck.
Re: Evergreen Grotto
Re: Evergreen Grotto
