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Post by Silverstar on Aug 16, 2012 15:01:21 GMT -5
"Lionpaw, it is time you got your assesment." Silverstar meowed. She waited for her apprentice to come from the apprentice den. When Lionpaw would become a warrior he would be needed. DuskClan's wolf problem would be delt with. Lionpaw would only have to caught three pieces of prey instead of five since the wolves would have scared prey away.
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Loinfire
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Post by Loinfire on Sept 16, 2012 12:33:17 GMT -5
Lionpaw trotted over to his leader of light paws, there was a strangely sombre air about him, his head held lower slightly and his eyes dazed in thought.
The time had come to prove himself but his usually confident bravado had fallen, like the leaves in leaffall, torn from their branches by the bitter wind and cold air. Stolen by the bitter reality that he now had to face.
Being a Warrior wasn’t about pride or empty words, it was a promise to his Clan that he could protect them when times were dangerous, provide for them when prey was scarce.
And he wasn’t sure that he could do that.
A painful knot formed in his stomach, butterflies that flew around in circles.
“I’m ready Silverstar.” He mewed to his Leader in a strangled voice, taking a deep breath and stepping out from the Apprentice’s Den.
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Post by Silverstar on Sept 16, 2012 14:46:27 GMT -5
"You will be hunting. I will watch you well you caught the prey. You may begin." Silverstar meowed. She went into the bush. She began to to climb a tree quietly. Keeping her paws quiet and placing her paws properly to be able to stay quiet. She had practice this when she was an apprentice so she would be able to fight and hunt well. How ever she wasn't the best fighter in the world. She had been captured by Twolegs, but that was the past. She was here now training Lionpaw.
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Loinfire
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Post by Loinfire on Sept 18, 2012 14:10:56 GMT -5
 The young tom drew in a deep breath until his chest could expand no further and slowly he let it out. Closing his eyes and attempting to focus on nothing but the scents around him.
Huddled under the undergrowth with his belly close to the ground and his ears pricked attentively, he struggled. There was a thick heavy feeling in the air, it felt like he was being smothered by the motionless wind.
There was no wind.
No upwind, no downwind.
Nothing to carry the scents to him, it was like hunting blind.
The drought had leeched every drop of moisture from the air, leaving it dry, the ginger tabby panted, his muscles shaking with exertion and sweat prickling at his skin.
He hadn’t even moved.
The sun was slowly leeching his energy, the thing that was meant to give life, instead, taking it away. Lionpaw knew that he had but one chance, in the harsh weather one bout was all he had.
He desperately tried to clear his mind, focusing on everything and anything that could hint towards prey.
Eventually he heard it.
The ruffling of feathers, the absent-minded whistles of a sparrow hawk and his head shot straight up towards the branches above.
With careful pawsteps the tom strode forwards and approached his biggest task.
The tree stretched upwards, as if it wanted to become one with NightClan, a large round trunk with knots and branches like drooping tails.
Bunching his muscles and unsheathing his claws Lionpaw began the careful motions of climbing up a tree.
It wasn’t an activity he much practised, or one he was particularly good at, and with his injured leg it was incredibly difficult.
By the time he’d arrived on the same branch as the bird his chest was heaving pathetically and he felt like he’d sooner fall from the tree than catch his prey.
But for some reason the bird seemed completely unaware of his presence, dazed itself by the sun, too tired to care. Maybe it welcomed its imminent death?
The young cat crawled across the branch until he was mere pawsteps away and then summoning all his energy he pounced, filling his mouth with feathers and bark.
 *It’s just I’ve described Lionpaw catching things so many times now, that I wanted to at least add a new twist to it, so hunting in a tree, sorry if there aren’t birds in the forest. |
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Post by Silverstar on Sept 29, 2012 20:17:02 GMT -5
(Sorry, been busy.)
Silverstar moved, slowly and quietly. Silverstar lowered the number by well one, she didn't know every reason, one being the wolves and second, Leaf-fall is coming which ment it would be getting colder. She crept through the bushes after coming down the tree when Lionpaw had gone up. She stayed hidden, staying low she watched as her apprentice was trying to caught a bird. She watched as Lionpaw caught the bird. There was only two more to go now.
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