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Post by Đarκsong on Jan 29, 2008 19:10:31 GMT -5
Darksong started coldly down at Nightpaw and answered, "That you won't be climbing trees like a mouse-brained kittypet again." He then began padding away, his belly growling with hunger and his mind uncaring.
Mothflight hissed at Darksong as he walked away. "Sorry about him." He said while helping Nightpaw remove the thorns from his pelt, "Darsong's always hostile like that. It's just the way he is, and there's nothing anyone can do about it."
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Jan 29, 2008 19:44:01 GMT -5
Nightpaw glared after his mentor's brother, clearly satisfied by neither answer nor apology, then shook his head in frustration and turned back to Mothflight.
"Yeah, someone can do anything about it," the apprentice growled, "he can." But then, dragging his mind away from the other cat's irritating superiority, Nightpaw turned himself back to the process thorn extraction from his mottled fur, wincing to himself.
"If you'll hang on a minute, I've got most of 'em out...can we keep hunting?"
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Post by Đarκsong on Jan 29, 2008 20:00:58 GMT -5
Mothflight was glad for the subject change. He had learned to just accept Darksong, since he would rather not quarrel with the only family he had left. He didn't want to explain this to his apprentice.
He looked Nightpaw over. He seemed to have gotten most of the thorns out and wasn't really bleeding, "We'll catch a few things, then go back so the medicine cat can have a look at you." Mothflight told him.
{{ooc: We still don't have a med cat, do we? lol. I guess we could just end this RP after they finish hunting}}
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Jan 29, 2008 20:08:38 GMT -5
OOc;{Lol, yeah. We got a couple maybes, but no one's playing it yet. &cha, sounds good}
Nightpaw grimaced at the mention of the medicine cat, spitting out the last thorn. "I don't need --" he began to protest, then shook his head irritably. "Okay, Mothflight. What now?"
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Post by Đarκsong on Feb 1, 2008 19:30:24 GMT -5
Mothflight glanced around, then suggested; "We should move on elsewhere. All this commotion and such probably scared all the prey away." He tasted the air and was right; he didn't scent much of anything close by. He began leading Nightpaw elsewhere to continue their hunt, hopefully without any more incidents.
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Feb 2, 2008 8:07:01 GMT -5
Nightpaw followed his mentor gloomily, lost in thought.
Now they think I'm an idiot. I was being an idiot. Well. What, was I just supposed to let the stupid thing humiliate me and run away? Not that it didn't anyway... He gave a purely mental sigh. Ah well. I'll just have to do well now, and make up for the tree thing. Catch a lot of prey and whatnot, take it to the elders and see if they think I'm good.
It was the scent of more prey, rather than Mothflight stopping, that caught the tom's attention and alerted him to their new hunting spot. He shook off his thoughts and looked to his mentor for more directions.
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Post by Đarκsong on Feb 4, 2008 18:07:48 GMT -5
The scent of more prey made Mothflight forget about the whole mess they had just gone through. He opened his mouth to instruct Nightpaw, but upon doing that spotted a vole. He crouched down and slowly crept towards it. Mothflight could feel his heart beating fast. He leapt forward and killed the vole with a quick bite to the neck.
He then walked back over to Nightpaw and set the vole down, "Try and catch something again." He said simply, almost adding something about not risking your life over a stupid squirrel. Mothflight felt that the apprentice should understand that now.
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Feb 5, 2008 17:06:13 GMT -5
"Right."
Nightpaw had watched intently as his mentor leapt for a vole, pinning the creature and snapping its neck before it could so much as squirm; he was focused now, determined not to be made a fool of again. The second Mothflight had set him loose the orange-brown tom crouched down, eyes narrowed, mouth slightly open as the breeze blew to them the scent of prey. He'd have liked to try for another vole -- mimic what had just been shown him -- but there were none close enough for him to want to mess with, when there was other prey closer by.
His tailtip twitched slightly as he concentrated on sorting the flood of smells the leaf-fall forest provided to his sensitive nose. The vole and a mouse near a tree stump a good distance away; not them. A squirrel -- he cut out that line of thought immediately.
Then he heard a rustle as something popped out from underneath a bush nearby, and the change in its scent told him what it was immediately. Not something he'd tried to catch before, but so close --
He began to creep forward, each paw careful and silent, belly fur brushing the cold ground. One, two, three more steps --
With a lash of his tail he lunged and the robin fled to the air, terrified. He felt its feathers catch in his paws and dug his claws in, pushing into the air with his powerful back legs and landing all but on top of the doomed creature -- loosened his claws just enough to bring it to his mouth --
He felt the neck snap as he closed his jaws on it, and let out a soft, brief purr. He had not gone far; Mothflight was not far away, and had probably seen his in-the-air catch. Proudly, the young tom trotted over to his mentor and dropped the bird at the warrior's paws.
"How'd I do?"
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