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"Smokeynight?" called the ginger apprentice as he cautiously approached where the tom stood guard outside of the medicine cat den, sliding closer with his hindquarters low and ears back, unsure how the former rogue would react. "Wyverndelirium sent me. He said he'll send someone to take your place as guard and he wants you to take me hunting."
It was Smokeynight who first got him in trouble for not bringing in enough prey, so the deputy had thought it fitting he be the one to teach Drippaw how to hunt properly. Drippaw wasn't so sure about that idea.
The dark tabby rose to his paws immediately, for once there was even perhaps a look of approval in his yellow eyes. If you squinted, hard. He was known for being unnecessarily strict on apprentices but, he honestly believed they were all the better for it. Clearly Riverstar and Wy agreed with him if they were assigning him to assist Drippaw with his hunting.
“Very well then let’s go.” He said gruffly.
Once the pair were out in the forest well away from camp, Smokeynight turned to face the ginger apprentice acknowledging him for the first time since they left. “Well? We’ve been walking for awhile now, have you not scented anything?” He asked, is that ever condescending tone he had whenever he was trying to resist the urge to growl.
Drippaw wasn't sure if he was relieved or even more nervous that Smokeynight wasn't upset to train him. He couldn't decide if it was a good thing or not, and that made him quite nervous, but as they left his pleading glances attracted no help. His mother was nowhere to be seen, probably off hunting with the deputy or his father, so he would have to face this challenge alone.
He padded complacently at the warrior's side, looking around without really searching for prey, and jumped at his question. "I-I just need more time, we were too close to camp before, all the cats would scare away the prey," he explained hastily, hoping it was true.
The dark tabby grunted with a curt nod. "Fine but we aren't too close now. So tell me, can you scent anything?" His tail flicked impatiently and it was clear he was already getting annoyed with this apprentice. He could only hope today wasn't a complete waste of his time.
He scented the air quickly. There were a lot of scents but he didn’t think any of them were too close. A ruffle in the tree to his left caught his attention and he wheeled around, hoping to see a bird. “There!” he yipped, then stopped. It was just the wind in the leaves.
