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Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 5, 2019 10:57:40 GMT -5
As Graythorn stepped out of his den, a cold wind ruffled his fur causing a shuttering chill to race though him from ears to tail tip. It's going to be a cold Leafbare, he muttered to himself. He had spent the last two moons looking for a new apprentice but none of the youngsters seemed suitable except for one. His last apprentice died suddenly leaving him in the lurch with the soon arriving cold season. Maybe Rabbitpaw would work out.
He gave his shoulders a shrug as he walked over to the fresh kill pile. He hadn't found the time to eat last night so now all he had to choose from was cold, partially frozen leftovers. A shriveled up shrew, a scrawny looking mouse, and an old sparrow was all that was left. He pawed the mouse from the pile and started walking back to his den. Maybe he and Rabbitpaw should do some hunting today when they go the the herb and wildflower meadow.
Rabbitpaw had only just recently became an apprentice. The curly little cat had been excitedly telling her sibling about seeing the territory. Which, he too, had seen the day before as well. Rabbitpaw however, was just chattering away about how her day had went. Her golden eyes shimmered from the sun, the excitement glossing them.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 9, 2020 16:07:49 GMT -5
On second thought, Graythorn turned back around and put the mouse back on the pile. Someone else needier than me can have it. On his way back to his den, he spotted his new apprentice idling her day away gossiping with her brother. Probably telling him how unfortunate she is by having the clan grump for a mentor, he thought. "Hey Rabbitpaw! When you find the time, get your curly fur over here. It's time to get training again."
Her bushy tail lifted and seemed to trail to the skies. She hopped to her paws and gave an excited goodbye to her sibling and quickly scurried over to Graythorn. “Good morning.” Rabbitpaw purred as she brushed her fur against his side. Despite Graythorn being such a pain in the tail, she already enjoyed the tom. “What are we doing today?”
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 9, 2020 16:53:49 GMT -5
Graythorn was surprised by her cheerful greeting especially after how sarcastically he had just spoken to her. And why does she have to rub against me? He wasn't one to show too much affection. All apart of his grumpy nature. "I'm going to teach you how to hunt," he sighed as he stepped away slightly. "And afterwards we'll bring some herbs back to our den. You ready to leave?" He was going to have to get used to Rabbitpaw's personality.
Perhaps that was a part of what made Rabbitpaw a good choice. She had always been a kind soul that did her best to stay positive. The tabby feline nodded quickly. “Yes.” Then she paused, head tipping a bit to the side curiously. “I didn’t know medicine cats could hunt. This is really cool! Do you hunt often?”
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 10, 2020 19:17:17 GMT -5
"Only when I can," the gray tabby grumbled under his breath. Actually he'd love to hunt more often but his busy medicine cat duties keep him from it. "Yes, medicine cats need to learn how to hunt. Although were not relied upon providing for the clan like the warriors and apprentices are, every bit of help (and especially during the cold leafbare) is greatly appreciated. Have you seen this morning's fresh kill pile?" He looked back over toward the meager remains from the previous night. "Pitiful, just pitiful!"
Her golden eyes shifted over to the pile and she found that she felt... a little sad. Rabbitpaw had never truly paid much attention to things like that. She had never had to, she’d only been just a kit. Now she furrowed her brows and looked back at her mentor. “Why is it so low? Is it usually that way?” She was young. Rabbitpaw had never been through anything but leaf bare. She only knew cold.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 13, 2020 14:39:33 GMT -5
With some of his grumpiness leaving him from the concern in Rabbitpaw's voice, Graythorn replied, "It's leafbare. Just like us, the prey gets cold and likes to stay in their burrows. So that means less are out and about to be caught. They only come out when they're hungry." He stretched his legs and started walking toward the camp's entrance. "Mice, voles, shrews and the like are hard to find because of that. Some birds fly to warmer places but others stay around during the cold season. That's why we've been eating more of them lately. Fish can be caught as long as the streams don't freeze over." He wished he could start her training on catching mice but that might prove to be an attempt of futility. "I know a good place for birds. It's on the way to the wildflower meadow."
Her eyes were unable to pull away from the pile for a moment. They lingered as thoughts began to form in her head. They were worrisome, and she felt a little anxious suddenly. Rabbitpaw listened to Graythorn. His words made a slight bit of relief melt through her. The she-cat flicked her tail tip back and fourth as she mewed,”Okay.” Rabbitpaw then stood up and walked forward a little, though hesitated so that Graythorn could catch up and lead the way.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 14, 2020 20:29:48 GMT -5
The gray tabby tom caught up with his apprentice and walked beside her. He sensed unease radiating from Rabbitpaw during and after their little talk. "May I ask what's bothering you? Are you concerned about learning how to hunt?"
As they left through the exit of the camp and began into the forest, she had gazed forward for the most part. Hearing his words she turned those big golden eyes to him and gave a small sigh. “No..” Rabbitpaw attempted to put into words what she was feeling, her eyes looking back forward as she chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment.
“I thought that.. a lot of the stories told to kits were just to scare them into being good.” She admitted finally, having not known how else to explain.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 14, 2020 20:53:11 GMT -5
Relieved that she was apprehensive about learning to hunt, Graythorn thought back to the stories he was told in the nursery. Some he remembered while others he had only vague recollections, but not because he was older though. This was only his second Leafbare season so he was still very much a younger cat. It was because he never paid much attention to them. He had been preoccupied with other things, mainly learning how to become a warrior. The familiar pang stung his heart. He'll never be one.
"What stories are you referring to exactly?" he asked. "Some are might be true while others are probably made up."
Rabbitpaw walked along, the snow cold earth feeling a bit uncomfortable to her soft kit-like paw pads. “Cats not having food and dying. Or getting sick... and being unable to find cures.” She was honest with him, as she was sure that was the right thing to do. Graythorn didn’t seem like the cat to brush off fears, in fact, she was one of the cats she already trusted most, despite him only being her mentor for a few days now.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 16, 2020 18:50:26 GMT -5
Graythorn stopped walking and looked directly at Rabbitpaw. He realized she was very concerned about this question, a good sign she'll become a good medicine cat one day. She cared for the welfare of others. Sure, he did too but he didn't show it as much because of his grumpiness. "Unfortunately that's true. It's all a part of living the life of a clan cat. In Leafbare when it's cold, the prey become more scarce, thus resulting in less food for us. Hungry cats tend to become sick easier. They are weaker because their bodies don't have as much strength to fight off the illnesses." He paused and looked up into the sky. "And yes, some die even when we, as medicine cats, do our best to keep them alive."
Her eyes lingered on her mentor for a few moments before she tore them away. Her lips pressed together in thought as she began walking again, but slow. She didn’t want to seem as if she were taking charge over him. Plus, it was so cold out... even her thick curly coat wasn’t enough to keep her warm.
Rabbitpaw had never seen a cat die, and the thought made her rather anxious.
“I’m glad that I have you as a mentor. I hope that you’ll got around got a long time.” She admitted. Truthfully, she was scared of such responsibility. How could she ever handle it all? Graythorn made everything look so easy. He was still young too, so she imagined he’d come into the position just as young.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 21, 2020 16:28:17 GMT -5
"Thank you," Graythorn replied a bit embarrassed. Not many cats, besides his mother, have ever complimented him. He was at a loss for words. "Uh, I'm glad you were interested in becoming a medicine cat." The fact was he had apprentices before but they all never worked out. It was either one thing or another. But mostly none could tolerate his chronic grumpiness. He looked over at Rabbitpaw and saw potential in her. She'd make a good medicine cat one day, that is if he didn't drive her away first.
He could tell she was still bothered by the time they reached the place where he wanted to hunt for birds. Perhaps hunting will help clear her mind, he thought. Raising his tail, he cautioned her to be quiet. Several fox lengths away he saw a few birds flying out of a bush, landing on the ground, picking up a seed and then flying back into the bush. Again motioning with his tail, he directed her to follow him as they circled around downwind and out of sight.
Edited Jan 21, 2020 16:29:04 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Their quiet little journey gave Rabbitpaw time to think. She appreciated it, surprisingly. She reflected on his words after she’d given the tom a compliment. Was he truly glad that she was his apprentice? Rabbitpaw hoped so. She was doing her best to be the apprentice a mentor simply could brag on. Not that he had to, but she wanted to make him proud. When she’d decided she didn’t wish to be a warrior, she’d been informed that Graythorn was a hard cat to work with.
Perhaps she was just tolerant...
As he motioned his tail it broke her from her thoughts and now she was paying full attention. Her ears angled towards him, and eyes wide.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 28, 2020 14:38:21 GMT -5
Still some distance off, Graythorn paused and whispered softly to Rabbitpaw. "Always check which way the air is flowing. Use your whiskers to find out. That's why we're circling this way. You want to have the air flow from your prey to you, never the other way around." He looked toward the birds who were still feeding upon the seeds. "Now that we're directly downwind from them we can begin to move in closer. Always be aware of the wind because it can change without warning. Stay close behind me and walk down in a crouch like this." He demonstrated the crouch and began to move forward.
