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9 moons | tom
mentor; Kestrelflight
where; camp
with; (open)
Nightpaw sat at the entrance of the apprentice den,
grooming his long, unruly fur with quick laps of his tongue. Every few moments, he glanced up at
the camp, watching the others come and go, doing their daily activities. When he finished, he sat up, his coat slick and shiny, laid flat against his lithe form. Even though he was older as far as apprentices went, he was thin and light, not well-muscled like many of his clanmates. That wasn't to say he couldn't land a good blow on an enemy, though. His small body enabled him to move quickly, and with enough force behind a pounce or swipe of the claws, he could easily
defend himself.
Nightpaw gave one last sweeping glance around camp before heading to the entrance.
Sure, there were plenty of warriors around to strike up conversation with, but Nightpaw wasn't in the mood. He stopped
for a moment, taking in the forest scents around him. He grinned to himself before continuing on, deciding to hunt by himself. Staying near camp, he followed the scent of a mouse, dropping into a hunter's crouch and pursuing the prey. He pounced, almost crashing into the base of a tree the mouse scurried off to. He delivered a killing bite as soon as he landed, and proudly took the mouse in his jaws. There was nobody around to appreciate his skills, but he was glad to help the clan without recognition. He padded back into camp with the prey, and plopped it down on the fresh-kill pile.
grooming his long, unruly fur with quick laps of his tongue. Every few moments, he glanced up at
the camp, watching the others come and go, doing their daily activities. When he finished, he sat up, his coat slick and shiny, laid flat against his lithe form. Even though he was older as far as apprentices went, he was thin and light, not well-muscled like many of his clanmates. That wasn't to say he couldn't land a good blow on an enemy, though. His small body enabled him to move quickly, and with enough force behind a pounce or swipe of the claws, he could easily
defend himself.
Nightpaw gave one last sweeping glance around camp before heading to the entrance.
Sure, there were plenty of warriors around to strike up conversation with, but Nightpaw wasn't in the mood. He stopped
for a moment, taking in the forest scents around him. He grinned to himself before continuing on, deciding to hunt by himself. Staying near camp, he followed the scent of a mouse, dropping into a hunter's crouch and pursuing the prey. He pounced, almost crashing into the base of a tree the mouse scurried off to. He delivered a killing bite as soon as he landed, and proudly took the mouse in his jaws. There was nobody around to appreciate his skills, but he was glad to help the clan without recognition. He padded back into camp with the prey, and plopped it down on the fresh-kill pile.