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Prey experts were supposed to be knowledgeable in all areas of prey, not that Flickeringpaw really believed that anyone was. There wasn't even much training, just throwing apprentices to the wolves. Or rabbits, in her case. The little pests were everywhere, but she found the burrows easiest to find in Cadence Valley. It was an odd choice, but really, she didn't want to spend all her time divided. If she was going to do this, it'd be best to just focus on one, no? But rabbits are timid. Overly so. At first, they ran away the moment they spotted her. She even saw one die from the shock, so at least she ate well that day. So FLickeringpaw has been slowly getting them used to her presence, her scent coating the area. Still, she needed to stay quiet and still. In her hiding spot, she should have been fine to observe them. Emphasis on should.
"Hey, I'd know that stealthy pose anywhere!" came a nasal voice, as a cat stomped through the undergrowth without a care in the world. "Flickeringpaw, it's me, Gleamingpaw!!! What'cha doin' there, need any help?!"
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 27, 2021 17:33:29 GMT -5
And the instant Flickeringpaw heard that voice, her stomach sank. As did all the rabbits' as they all ran away. Either fleeing into their burrows, or even just disappearing into the undergrowth, she let out an annoyed sigh as she straightened out. And when she took a deep breath, she thought she'd be able to contain her words. But turning around and seeing his face really just did not help. "NO!" She snapped, back legs buckling underneath her, leading to her sitting down. "God. I've been trying to get these rabbits to be comfortable in my presence. For. Weeks. And you just stomped up and ruined my best chance! What do you have to say for yourself, Gleamingpaw?!?!"
Gleamingpaw just stood there and took the verbal beating, eyes wider than a full moon. "Uhm--yeah, I got one thing..." he said, blinking owlishly. "......Knock knock?"
Post by strawberrycupid on May 18, 2021 23:21:41 GMT -5
Flickeringpaw just stared at him, with honey amber eyes that could kill. Gleamingpaw had always been a bit... stupid. Even when they were kits. But this. Was close to her breaking point. The wire of patience she had was thin, but Flickeringpaw closed her eyes and exhaled a breath. "............... Who's there?"
Post by strawberrycupid on May 28, 2021 22:42:24 GMT -5
"wElL ... WhY StArT A SeNtEnCe wItH KnOcK KnOcK If yOu'rE NoT SeTtInG Up fOr a jOkE, gLeAmInG???!!!" Her breathing was not working, Flickeringpaw could feel a vein threaten to burst.
"I didn't know I was setting up a joke!!!" Gleamingpaw said, tears brimming in his big ol' bush baby eyes. "I just meant, like, I was knocking on the metaphorical door to your not-metaphorical life because I like talking to you!!!!!"
