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Frecklekit’s body was a low, flat plane — parallel to the ground and perfectly steady. Her legs were beginning to feel stiff and sore and burn all at once, a thousand grumpy complaints about the hard work she was putting in, but she was determined to see it through. She shuffled forward a few short steps, trying to master a silent glider over the ground; her father circled around her, chirping compliments and gentle advice.
A voice called for her father, and murmuring a swift apology, he licked her on the head and darted off to meet someone. Frecklekit straightened up with a sigh and watched him go, feeling a little envious that someone else got his time.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 20, 2022 22:05:56 GMT -5
"Not too bad, mouse," mewed Feverpaw from a few paces away. She'd seen the kit's forlorn look when her father left and knew too well how it felt to be a kit and always have things more important than you distract the older cats from you. She'd only just been promoted and was luxuriating in the freedom that entailed, but was equally content to spend the lazy afternoon in camp after waking up at dawn to join a hunting party as part of her training.
She'd been watching the father-daughter duo for some time and felt a frisson of warmth at their close bond, wondering absently what that would be like. She was content as she was, the community kit as many of them were, but still couldn't help but ponder what it must be like to have a true blood relation. "If you want, we can practice together? I know my mentor is probably beside themselves with what to do with me." A white lie, but harmless. Feverpaw wasn't terrible at hunting, but like any apprentice would certainly benefit from more training. If it killed to birds with one stone to practice with Frecklekit, all the better.
She straightened up immediately when she heard Feverpaw's voice, then quickly bent her head to lick at her chest fur a few times, modest and a little embarrassed to be caught sulking. She knew she shouldn't be disappointed to see her father go: Luckywillow was a busy warrior working himself to exhaustion trying to be a single father, and everyone told her he was doing his best, and she ought to be proud. And she was proud, her dad was the best, but shamefully, she just wished he was around a little more.
"Really? You'd do that? Yeah!" Frecklekit stopped midlick and looked up at Feverpaw with a sunny smile. She scrambled back to her paws, shook out her kit-fluffy tortoiseshell coat, and shot over to Feverpaw. "Let's practice now!"
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 23, 2022 17:18:06 GMT -5
"Woah, woah!" laughed Feverpaw, taking a step back as the pint-sized furball hurled through the air towards her. "Yeah, we can practice now. You were working on hunting crouches, right? I need to work on that too." She shifted her weight back to her hindpaws and settled into a low crouch, belly fur just off of the ground. "Lets see who can get closest to that butterfly before it notices us." She motioned with her head towards the creature a few paces away happily sucking nectar from a flowing plant. "Ready? Go!"
Frecklekit nodded, immediately falling back into her hunting crouch. Her sore legs burned in quiet protest, but she ignored them. The butterfly was more deserving of her attention. If she was going to beat Feverpaw, she would have to move really quickly so she could get in close without scaring it; if it wasn't a stalking contest, she would have rushed it full speed.
Instead, the tortoiseshell kit trotted forward on the signal, lowering her body with each step. By the time she was a few tail-lengths away, she was brushing so close to the ground it was hard to even move her legs, and she was doing an awkward spiderwalk forward.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 28, 2022 19:20:09 GMT -5
Feverpaw couldn't muffle her giggles at the awkward position the kit worked herself into by the time she was in front of the butterfly. She looks more twisted than the mossballs that she used to play with as a kit. "Stretch out a little, Frecklekit," she mewed softly, not all too worried about the butterfly moving due to sound. "And raise your stomach up a little. You're not a snake, you're a cat." She crouched down and carefully moved up next to the kit, gesturing with her head for the kit to look at her posture which, of course, was a little wonky itself but not nearly as contorted as Frecklekit's.
Why was she laughing? She was going to scare away their prey! Frecklekit wanted to tell her that, but she didn’t dare speak so close to their prey. She worked her way forward a few more steps. The pose felt awkward but also dangerous, like she was a predator creeping up on a vulnerable meal, and a thrill raced through her.
Frecklekit froze at the sound of Feverpaw’s voice. Oh? She tried to raise her stomach and stretch out at the same time, but they felt like opposite commands. She frowned and turned to look more carefully at Feverpaw; then, slowly, she adjusted her chance to resemble the apprentice.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Mar 30, 2022 23:14:25 GMT -5
"Much," mouthed Feverpaw in return, genuinely proud of how seriously the little kit was taking the practice. She noted with a critical eye the kit's form was improved from just a few moments ago, looking more like her own, as flawed as it still might be. "Three," she breathed, words barely stirring the air around them. "Two....one!" She began to lunge forward in order to fake out Frecklepaw so she could feel like she beat Feverpaw off the line and watched to see how the kit would do.
Frecklekit felt a surge of excitement at the praise. She was ready to be an apprentice after all! For a moment, she was so caught up in trying to memorize the feel of the new position that Feverpaw's counting confused her. Three? What was she--? the butterfly!
Frecklekit turned quickly, her heart pounding as she heard two. On one she was already scrambling forward, a few awkward steps in her new crouch bleeding into a panicked sprint at the bug in hopes of beating Feverpaw to it.
