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If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, then I'd hide somewhere far away.
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Post by ditto on May 29, 2009 12:29:23 GMT -8
Frozenpaw The pale, ivory-furred tom dove into the lush undergrowth of the forest, whisking out of the camp. The sun was high in the air, shedding its warm rays down onto the ground, filtering through the thick canopies of leaves. Rustlings could be heard, scampering through ferns and other plant life. Even a new apprentice like him could see why Echowing had chosen to start with hunting first. The day was perfect for it.
Frozenpaw sniffed the air as he padded along the well-worn path that lead away. The tom's tiny frame slipped easily along, dodging low-hanging branches and thorns. Looking behind, he checked to see if his mentor was following. Already determination was prickling his short pelt. I will be the best warrior ever--who says being small makes me weak? he thought. There was a time for mischief and stirring up trouble, but it wasn't now. Now was the time for him to hunt--to learn to be the best at it. |
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Post by kltgirl on May 29, 2009 18:02:19 GMT -8
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Echowing said running, "I forgot that we were training today." Echowing was a bit forgetful something but hunting was her specially. "Now lets begin. Do you smell anything?" Echowing asked.
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Kit
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Post by ditto on May 30, 2009 5:17:03 GMT -8
Frozenpaw
He opened his mouth, a sarcastic comment at ready. Thinking quickly, the trouble-making apprentice decided it would be better to simply follow along. After all, it was his first day. There wasn't a point in making his mentor annoyed already. Keeping to his mentor's bad side would be a stupid move, and Frozenpaw was eager to become a warrior as soon as possible. Not just any warrior--the greatest warrior. None the less, he couldn't help but think: Of course I can smell something. I have a nose.
The small apprentice tilted his head away from his mentor, ignoring the scent of her, himself, ThunderClan, and the many forms of plant life that surrounded them. There was definitely prey, for he recognized the warm, musky smell from all the times he'd gone through the fresh-kill pile. Narrowing his blood red eyes, Frozenpaw picked through the many scents, distinguishing them one by one. Finally, he glanced at Echowing, certain that he had found them all. "A mouse, a vole, and I'm pretty sure a thrush," he declared.
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