Hunting Practice [Cricketpaw, open] Jul 4, 2012 10:36:40 GMT -6
Post by Mutant on Jul 4, 2012 10:36:40 GMT -6
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So Howlingwind did have faith in him. Cricketpaw picked up his mouse again and followed his mentor silently, mind churning as his paws seemed to place themselves. How would one cat influence all of the Clans? There were plenty of ways, but not many that were effective and lasting. Not for what he wanted to do.
Did he even know what he wanted to do?
His tail dragged behind him as he trailed behind Howlingwind, back through the gorse tunnel into the camp, where cats came climbing out of their dens and padded back and forth, some eating, some grooming, some preparing for patrols. The moment he came through the tunnel, he heard a cat shout his name.
His brother came exploding across the clearing, all blissful ignorance and enthusiasm. "You caught a mouse! Good job, it's cold out. I thought they'd all be hiding," he chirped, nudging Cricketpaw's shoulder in an affectionate greeting. The ginger apprentice was brought momentarily out of his conflicted thoughts; Finchpaw was a beam of light, so bright that it seemed impossible to be unhappy around him. He padded across the clearing after Howlingwind, brother at his shoulder, and put the mouse in the fresh-kill pile before turning and gently headbutting Finchpaw. "There are always mice out. You just have to know where to look," he told him with an uncharacteristic tone of gentility and patience.
Finchpaw looked up at Howlingwind, tail twitching cheerfully. "You must be a good mentor," he remarked. Nobody else has had much luck hunting today." He delivered even the bad news with optimism- as though he were somehow assured that any hardship was temporary, and things would improve if given enough time. It must be so relaxing to function like that, Cricketpaw thought, with a touch of envy. To be freed of the responsibility of some great destiny, to allow others to figure things out sometimes.
o o c || Finchpaw is always the cutest.
w o r d s || 313
t a g s || Howlingwind