by yeeee. » Tue Sep 01, 2015 4:43 am
Batpaw stiffened as loud, enthusiastic mews from Duckpaw pierced his eardrums. Focusing on not opening his maw and continuing to groom himself, it took the blind apprentice a few seconds to realize that Duckpaw's voice was deflated. Lowering his paw from his maw slowly, the tall tom had a feeling his 'silence' wasn't exactly working. As if proving his point, the next sentence came, and he could almost feel a stare on him. Nape prickling just the slight, a very soft sigh escaped him, and his filmy slate eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Doesn't matter what I think. Doesn't matter what I think, he repeated in his mind, but as if a mockery was being made of his efforts, Morningblaze returned. No only that, she acknowledged him and Duckpaw patrolling in such a kind way, almost as if seeing if he would snap. This is a test of my patience. The is the only thing that makes any sense is if I go to the creek and Duckpaw goes to the Deadforest where no type of prey can be alarmed by her clumsy, loud, annoying presence. But, If I tell the truth, I will be despised. No doubt that would be a wonderful way to be introduced - for two moons I have kept my maw shut. If I have an undignified outburst now then the entire clan will completely despise me. Or reject me. Starclan, you are toying with me, aren't you? Fine. I'll play your little game. Duckpaw may be abysmal at hunting, but fishing... maybe she can manage that. There is always the fact that Morningblaze may completely reject the idea, but can't win it all, especially in my case.
"No. Not at all,"Batpaw mewed, his ever soft voice coated with this... higher-pitched edge. Lying had never been one of his strong points, but he wasn't worried about it - none of the cats knew his tendencies, so they probably just thinking he was another excited apprentice ready to go on a hunt. Remembering some valuable training then, the ebony tom forced perhaps the most strange smile on his maw - even though he couldn't see himself, he knew it probably looked almost like a lopsided sneer. My lying is, without a doubt, worst than my fighting - is this coming across as sarcastic or joyous? "But, could we stop at the creek first?" I'm blind, so most think I cannot fish... well... not in the traditional sense. A more humiliating way, but it's better than not feeding the clan at all I suppose... desperate times call for desperate measures... if I had put this much more effort into keeping him off my back then maybe I wouldn't be here now, Batpaw thought bitterly, but then realized he'd fallen completely silent without an explanation. "I would like to look for some marigold and perhaps fish some." Forcing himself to keep the 'smile' on his maw, the tall apprentice sat stiffer than a twig, inwardly wondering if his small goals for the day were about to collapse just as his life was.
Tagged ;; Morningblaze, Duckpaw
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Mistcloud flickered his ears to the sound of a soft giggle - hearing another clanmate happy made him smile a bit wider. I need to hunt more often, the silver tom thought, angling his gaze to the top of the trees while listening to Feathercloud. Silent for a moment, he then replied, "It would benefit the two immensely. I just hope Duckpaw doesn't get too distracted talking," the silver tom said, then shook his head with a soft chuckle. "But she'll adapt," Mistcloud mused aloud, golden eyes flickering to the shadowline as he thought a bit more. Duckpaw might be distracted in the beginning, but she'll adapt and then things should go smoothly. Hearing Feathercloud words made him snap out of his thoughts - making eye contact again, the silver tom smiled widely. "I'd love to," he purred, flickering his ears back as another rustle greeted him. It was time. Feeling her tail against his, Mistcloud offered her one more smile, before branching off into the bushes.
Once in the bushes, the silver tom crouched, golden eyes roving the dense undergrowth. My main flaw in hunting is my tendency to rush. Slow and steady, Mistcloud... taking a few pawsteps forward, his eyes then locked on a squirrel chewing on a nut. Slowing down even more, he waited until he was about a foxleap away. Just as the petite tom was preparing to spring, the squirrel suddenly took off. Mousedung, Mistcloud thought, accelerating - he lunged forth, solidly grabbing the neck and snapping it just before the squirrel reached the tree. A bit disappointed at the sloppiness of his catch yet quite pleased he'd made up for it, Mistcloud buried it at the base of the tree before slipping back through the bush, deciding to try more open ground for a bird or two.
Tagged ;; Feathercloud
