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Post by Pirate on Jul 1, 2013 15:44:37 GMT -5
Oaktail sighed as Amberpaw bounced over, only half listening to what the annoying fuzzball was babbling about. He glanced down once his apprentice had stopped running his mouth. "We're going to do whatever Larkstar and Swiftstorm want us to do. They're in charge." He said nothing more and padded over to where Swiftstorm was standing. "Congratulations," he said kindly. "Is there anything you'd like us to do now that you're deputy?"
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Jul 1, 2013 21:14:07 GMT -5
Swiftstorm smiled at the tom, dipping her head in gratitude. "Thank you Oaktail." She was honored to be deputy and thankful Larkstar had chosen her. There were many fine warriors in the clan that could easily be deputy, Oaktail included. "Actually..." The grey she-cat began as she glanced around the near empty camp, her eyes pausing on the miniscule fresh-kill pile. "Hunting would be much appreciated. And do a border check alongside the two-leg nest. Freshen up markers if needed." It was terrible making mentors and apprentices double up on jobs, but with the low numbers there was no way all the jobs could be done. Despite how she felt about letting in a former Ridgeclan member, Swiftstorm hoped Tigerheart would join; they were in need of all the bodies they could get.
Tigerheart extended his claws, feeling the cool earth beneath his nails. Thunder sounded off in the distance signaling an approaching storm. How fitting. He inhaled deeply, allowing the scents around him to drift into his mouth. Tigerheart sighed in relief. "You came." A small brown tabby padded out of the brush. "Leave Tigerheart, forget me." Confusion played on the young warrior's face. "What? What do you mean?" The she-cat ignored him. "Leave Tigerheart. Forget me." She began to repeat, her words getting louder and louder in Tigerheart's head. "No... Rosepelt no. I ca-an't!" Tigerheart's ears flatened against his head as he tried desperately to block out his love's words. "Leave, forget me. Leave forge-" Tigerheart woke with a jolt panting. It took a moment to register where he was and realize it had all been a dream. He sighed when he noticed Dawnlight, hoping she hadn't seen too much of his restless sleeping. "I am sorry, but I must decline anymore of your leader's hospitality. I must leave this camp. At once."
Nightpaw was surprised by his mentor's words. They were starting so soon? But of course they were! Fernclan was in mist of rebuilding, and warriors were in desperate need. The black tom's paws tingled with excitement. "Hunting, checking for smells, and basic fighting." He failed to mention that he was indecent at two of the three. Based on the apprentice’s personality, it's no surprise that Nightpaw is good at figuring out scents, but poor at the two more important skills a warrior must master. Silverheart would have her work cut out for her.
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Post by Kitteh on Jul 5, 2013 21:14:13 GMT -5
Amberpaw flicked his tail excitedly. "Oh, uh, okay!" he replied, trotting alongside Oaktail as they approached Swiftstorm. He was dimly aware of the fact they they got doubled up on jobs - it was kindof sad that the Clan was so tiny now - but mostly he was excited to be with his new mentor. "Thanks Swiftstorm!" he squeaked. "We'll do a great job!" When they had parted from the new deputy, he practically bounced as they headed out to the forest. "Let's show Swiftstorm what good hunters we are," he said, clawing at the ground in front of him and stretching backward, then lunging at a stick.
Just as Dawnlight's eyes found Tigerheart, the tom began murmuring things in his sleep. Most of it was gibberish, but Dawnlight was able to pick out the word "Rosepelt," which both surprised and saddened her - Rosepelt had been one of her friends. When Tigerheart woke up, she straightened. "Feeling bette-" His words cut her off and surprised her even more. "Leave? But why?" Regardless of her curiosity, she decided not to ask about Rosepelt just yet.
Silverheart sat in thought for a moment. Her eyes drifted to the meager kill pile, to Nightpaw, and back before she answered. "Alright, today we will be practicing hunting," she said. With a tail flick that said "follow me," she lead her apprentice out of camp and through the forest until she came to a place that satisfied her. "Nightpaw, I want you to hunt an animal. Any animal will do. Use any technique you've learned so far."
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Post by Pirate on Jul 7, 2013 23:04:39 GMT -5
Oaktail dipped his head in understanding and brushed her shoulder sympathetically with his tail before following after his apprentice out of the camp entrance. He frowned as his apprentice began to goof around and cleared his throat. "First, let's attend to the task at hand." He trotted off in the direction of the border that brought their territory closest to the two-legs. Scenting the air, he found the markers had grown stale and the scent of squirrel filled the air. He turned to look at his apprentice, moving closer so he could speak softly and hopefully not scare off the nearby prey. "Alright, Amberpaw, what do you smell?"
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Jul 8, 2013 16:46:18 GMT -5
Swiftstorm smiled as she watched Amberpaw scamper off. Considering the low numbers of the clan it was refreshing to see young apprentices so eager to learn the warriors' ways. Oaktail would certainly have his paws full. Swiftstorm watched the two leave camp before checking up on the rest of the clan.
Tigerheart didn't answer Dawnlight at first. He allowed his body to relax as he laid back down, getting in a more comfortable position for his healing leg. "I cannot stay here any longer." He announced again, purposely not answering her question. "I need to speak with your leader if that is possible."
Nightpaw nodded before sniffing the air. He caught wind of a mouse and smiled. He glanced at Sliverheart before scampering off after the scent. When he got close, he dropped into a stalk, carefully watching his prey with determined green eyes. He padded quietly forward all the while the mouse remained unaware of the predator creeping in the brush. Nightpaw wasn't patient enough and jumped from his hiding spot too soon. He missed the mouse and ended up scaring it away. The tom huffed in anger before turning to his mentor knowing he had failed.
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Post by Kitteh on Jul 8, 2013 18:26:05 GMT -5
Amberpaw eventually fell in step slightly behind Oaktail, following him to the edge of the Clan's territory. At the question, he stopped and opened his mouth to smell. "Uh, I smell... Fernclan markers!" he replied, a little loudly. "Stale though.... And... fresh squirrel! And twoleg, but its faint." He waved his tail excitedly, confidant that he'd passed this test.
Dawnlight paused a moment, mulling over his obvious avoidance of her question. "Well... alright," she replied. "I'll be right back." She squeezed out of the den and trotted across camp to Larkstar's den. "Larkstar, the loner wants to speak with you," she called, respecting the leader's privacy.
Silverheart slunk by the bushes, just out of sight, observing her apprentice's technique. When he failed, she narrowed her eyes slightly. "Mediocre at best," she noted as she stepped out of the brush. "You stayed upwind and avoided sticks, but you failed to balance yourself before making the leap. Next time, pause and make sure you are steady. Now, try again."
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Post by Pirate on Jul 8, 2013 21:30:56 GMT -5
Oaktail cringed as Amberpaw practically shouted their presence. He could hear the squirrel scamper up a tree, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Good. Although You could've stayed quit and not scare away the fresh-kill." His tone was edged with annoyance but he took a deep breath and trotted forward to the border, renewing the scent markers. Glancing at his apprentice, he sniffed the air, trying to find new prey for Amberpaw to catch. "Do you smell anything else?"
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