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[ flameclan ][ apprentice ][ mentor; caribouskull][ tags; caribouskull ]
Larkpaw swallowed when his mentor commented the new rest he would take. The brown tom had never really practised bird catching, even though he was named after one. He looked up at his tall mentor and nodded, moving off into the wooden maze. He tried to get lower to the ground while maintaining the fast speed he needed to get around and find the prey. His head swivelled and his whiskers twitched as he moved through a log, the wet, damp stench moving through his nose. His delicate paw steps made hardly any noise. The distant crys of birds and the dripping of water was all he could hear. His ears swivelled as a bird slipped a song near him, and Larkpaw reached the end of the tunnel before turning to its location. The rain was getting heavier and he thought most birds would redid in their hollowed drunks, but this one seemed to be gathering sticks for his or hers nest. Larkpaw smirked, but his confidence would betray him. His paws stood in cold mud, something he seemed not to pick up. The bird launched from its perch, and Larkpaw mimicked its movements but jumped from the ground, extending his skinny fore legs to grasp the bird. He snagged its wing and coiled it into paws. A smug smile went off and on his face when his back legs did not find footing. He opened his mouth but his was taken when he slipped on the mud and tumbled down. The water seeped through and loosened clumps of rock and dirt, sliding it down the mini cliff with him. He let go of the bird and scrambled for a foot hold, a huge rock smashing into his shoulder. The tom hissed in pain and let go, sliding down the hill to the bottom. He snarled as more rocks flew into his body, knocking him further down. He looked up, dust moving off the recently fallen mud, the substance itself covering his vision. ❝caribouskull!❞ the tom shouted, calling for his mentor. Pain radiated form his left paw, a boulder had rolled over it and he feared the worst.
[ flameclan ][ apprentice ][ mentor; caribouskull][ tags; caribouskull ]
Larkpaw swallowed when his mentor commented the new rest he would take. The brown tom had never really practised bird catching, even though he was named after one. He looked up at his tall mentor and nodded, moving off into the wooden maze. He tried to get lower to the ground while maintaining the fast speed he needed to get around and find the prey. His head swivelled and his whiskers twitched as he moved through a log, the wet, damp stench moving through his nose. His delicate paw steps made hardly any noise. The distant crys of birds and the dripping of water was all he could hear. His ears swivelled as a bird slipped a song near him, and Larkpaw reached the end of the tunnel before turning to its location. The rain was getting heavier and he thought most birds would redid in their hollowed drunks, but this one seemed to be gathering sticks for his or hers nest. Larkpaw smirked, but his confidence would betray him. His paws stood in cold mud, something he seemed not to pick up. The bird launched from its perch, and Larkpaw mimicked its movements but jumped from the ground, extending his skinny fore legs to grasp the bird. He snagged its wing and coiled it into paws. A smug smile went off and on his face when his back legs did not find footing. He opened his mouth but his was taken when he slipped on the mud and tumbled down. The water seeped through and loosened clumps of rock and dirt, sliding it down the mini cliff with him. He let go of the bird and scrambled for a foot hold, a huge rock smashing into his shoulder. The tom hissed in pain and let go, sliding down the hill to the bottom. He snarled as more rocks flew into his body, knocking him further down. He looked up, dust moving off the recently fallen mud, the substance itself covering his vision. ❝caribouskull!❞ the tom shouted, calling for his mentor. Pain radiated form his left paw, a boulder had rolled over it and he feared the worst.
