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/ BROKENEAR tom | mottled brown-red medium hair, orange eyes SETTING:outer forest TIME: 2pm
Brokenear slowly trotted through the forest, crisp leaves crunching under his paws. The last tendrils of leafbare still gripped the forest, but warm sunlight slanted through the bronze and gold leaves above his head. Newleaf would be here soon Brokenear thought to himself. Prey would run fine, and the nursery will be filled with kits. The tom sighed inwardly. He had never thought to raise a family of his own - he didn't want to pass his own sadness down - but every time a she-cat made a new nest in the nursery, he couldn't help but feel a tang of jealousy. Everyone in the clan seemed to have found their path, and if they haven't, they were well on their way. A scuttle in the undergrowth a few tail-lengths ahead of him interrupted his thoughts; a small mouse nibbled on a fallen acorn. Brokenear padded forward silently, his paws sliding across the floor of the forest. Within moments the mouse was dangling from his jaws, it's warm prey-scent drifting up his nose. He may not have found his path, but he found prey, which fed the clan, which was his priority.
"Pathetic!" Bright golden eyes watched him and pretty features twisted into an ugly sneer as a small she-cat burst into view on stern steps and with a lashing tail. "I can't believe you, a warrior nonetheless, has only caught a mouse on your hunt!" The authority she was speaking to him with made her seem twice her size; or so she liked to assume. In truth she looked like a puffed up raccoon trying to make itself seem bigger in the face of danger. Though with her bright golden pelt she looked nothing like the image she brought to mind. Also she had absolutely no authority to be snipping at him so, only an apprentice and a new one at that. So busy arguing with her mentor she had spent more time getting cuffed on the ear than learning anything.
"You will hunt something else and demonstrate to me that you can do better!" Goldenpaw wanted to learn how to hunt though and if her own mentor wouldn't teach her she would find someone who would rather by coercion or simple desperation to make her go away.
Brokenear stifled a mrrow of laughter. He stood straighter and lifted his chin, the mouse in his jaws muffling his words. "I shall. Although, I just began. So you can't judge me on the amount of prey I've caught yet." He scraped earth over the mouse and opened his jaws to let the forest scents flood over his tongue. A rabbit, young and unaware of the two cats, paced around a bush several tail-lengths away. He kept his tail down and his belly low to the forest floor; he could feel Goldenpaw's eyes burning through his pelt. Before he could dash forward, the rabbit's ears perked. Brokenear checked the wind and realized the rabbit detected him by scent. He let out a defiant screech and jumped, his powerful hind legs pushing him just far enough to land on top of the prey. He dispatched it swiftly with a bite to its neck. He picked it up and returned to Goldenpaw, his eyes flashing with triumph. "Am I pathetic now?" he asked, a smile on his lips.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Mar 19, 2022 22:00:13 GMT -5
Snakepaw stepped out from around Goldenpaw, green eyes wide with awe. The white tom had been practicing some hunting techniques on his own nearby when he heard the other apprentice's snide remarks. Curiosity definitely got the best of him and he managed to watch Brokenear's full performance right on time. "You moved so quickly! Goldenpaw, wasn't that amazing?!" He gushed to the other apprentice. His little paws didn't seem to move as quick as the other apprentices. Although, he did much prefer naps over training so that was probably why. "How did you manage to catch it even though it scented you?"
He set the rabbit down. "If you're fast enough, a leap like that can save the situation." Brokenear crouched down, and demonstrated the jump he had preformed earlier. "The loud, sudden noise often freezes prey like rabbits." He glanced back to Goldenpaw, waiting for her reply. "Sometimes, at least." He said shyly. Brokenear was not the 'paws' mentor, let alone had he ever been a mentor himself. Mouse-brain! He thought to himself. I shouldn't be acting like I'm leading a training session!
Goldenpaw raised her nose with a sniff and glanced at the rabbit from the side of her eye and then sneered towards Snakepaw, not impressed by how easily he was taken in by this warrior. "It was alright, but it's also to be expected of a warrior." As Brokenear went on to explain the tactics he had used in his hunt she couldn't help but lower her head and her expression lost some intensity as she lost herself in listening to him. When he glanced at her though she quickly realized what she had done and was quick to scowl at him in response.
"Still, what help is a demonstration on catching rabbits. Squirrels are more plentiful."
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Mar 26, 2022 21:04:04 GMT -5
Snakepaw nodded along to Brokenear's explanation, flicking his ears in response to Goldenpaw's first statement. He was used to her prickliness just being in the apprentice den with her and Beetlepaw. "I would have never thought of them freezing first." The white tom responded with a tilt of his head then turned his attention to Goldenpaw as she spoke. "Oh really? I didn't know that either."
Brokenear grasped the rabbit in his jaws. "That's the thing about hunting," he said gruffly, the rabbit's fur muffling his reply. "You catch what you catch." He started to bury the prey a few tail-lengths away from the group. "Squirrels may be more plentiful, but you can't discriminate when prey runs in past your paws like this one did." He said, a smile plastered on his face. Whether the apprentices thought so, he was proud of his catch. It would feed a few cats, at least. "You could at least be happy for the advice." Brokenear finished, his gaze clouded with confusion and pride. He didn't understand Goldenpaw's hostility, though he understood her frustration. He had taught himself nearly everything he knew.
"I'm never happy," was Goldenpaw's scathing response, eyes narrowed in offense, as if the mere implication was insulting to her. It didn't occur to her at all how depressing such a statement sounded. In her own mind it was barely a passing thought, happiness was something she thought useless, she wouldn't be happy until she reached the top; until she had grabbed the very stars from the sky and made them her own. For now she settled with content and left it at that. "But I suppose I can admit that catching prey is at-least admirable, it's more than my lazy mentor manages."
Brokenear sighed. "Well, let's try catching a few more things before we go back to camp. If you'd like, I can watch to see how you are progressing." He meant his words mostly for Goldenpaw, however it was directed at both of the apprentices. "Let's try further down the slope. All this mewling has probably scared off all the other prey around here."
