Username: Canary22
Name: Caving Plateau
Age: 47 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: DawnclanRank: Furcatcher
Prompt: (465)
“Snakes,” Dancing Firefly began, “are very dangerous creatures. They only come out during newleaf and greenleaf when we have plenty of prey anyway, many of them are venomous, and they are notoriously difficult to catch. Now then, Plateau,” she addressed her apprentice, “I want you to try to catch that snake over there. It hasn’t noticed us yet so you’re in luck. Now go!” She hissed the last part and roughly pushed the younger, smaller tom forward.
Plateau didn’t know what to do with himself. Dancing Firefly hadn’t exactly told him how to deal with the snake, so he guessed he’d just try whatever came to his head and hope for the best.
Maybe a pounce, like for a small animal... then act as though you’re fighting a cat? I don’t know! He thought hopelessly. He pounced, landing sloppily on the adder’s tail. He knew that it would know he was there; the was no way it wouldn’t. Sure enough, it reared its head and fixed him with an icy glare. He froze in fear. It was turning towards him but he made no move to stop it or escape. From the corner of his eye he could see Dancing Firefly watching disapprovingly.
Is she really not going to help me? Will she really let this, this thing kill me like this? His face hardened.
I’ll show her! I’m better than she thinks I am. Despite his determined thoughts, he still found himself unable to move. As it lunged towards him, his only thought was that those teeth looked awfully sharp.
A terrible pain in his left paw shocked him back to his senses. Plateau knew that he wouldn’t die like this. That he
couldn’t die like this. A fearsome yowl escaped his throat and he began attacking the snake furiously, lashing out with incomparable rage whenever its head came near him. The deep throbbing in his paw intensified and seemed to spread. It only made him angrier. Striking it with reckless abandon, darting left and right to avoid its bites, ducking and weaving to find a better angle of attack. Eventually he managed to find an opening, a flaw in the snake’s plan. He bit into its neck and didn’t let go until he felt the last tremor of movement leave its body. He was barely conscious as he dragged the beast back to him mentor, who stared at him emotionlessly. “There,” he spat, thinking it had a lot more force behind it than it did. “I caught it. Bet you didn’t think I could.. do that, huh? But, but I did... you were wrong.”
The last thing he saw before passing out was Dancing Firefly’s angry glare. “It bit you,” she hissed, turning and stalking away, her apprentice lying weakly on the floor.