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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 3, 2006 15:27:43 GMT -5
Midnightfang stood at Tallpines waiting for Birchpaw. They were going to go hunting. And hopefully he would be made a warrior soon.
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Post by rex. on Jan 3, 2006 16:14:53 GMT -5
Bichpaw padded through the trees until he approached his mentor. he sat down and looked around excitedly "so what are we doing?" he mewed
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 3, 2006 16:17:20 GMT -5
"We are hunting. Now what do you smell?" Midnightfang asked.
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Post by rex. on Jan 3, 2006 16:21:50 GMT -5
the apprentice opened his mouth and breathed in the scents of the forest. "mouse...and i hear a birdy" he said giddily
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 3, 2006 16:24:36 GMT -5
"Very good, now what do you say we do some hunting?" Midnightfang asked.
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Post by rex. on Jan 3, 2006 16:26:18 GMT -5
birchpaw nodded his head vigoriously
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 3, 2006 18:04:31 GMT -5
"Good, now we'll meet back here by sunhigh (it's early)" Midnightfang meowed to Birchpaw.
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Post by rex. on Jan 3, 2006 19:14:52 GMT -5
OOC: i'm guessing that you want Birchpaw to go off hunting while you watch me?
Birchpaw nodded and slinked off into the woods. he homed in on the mouse and lept for it. not quite fast enough; the mouse looked up in time to see the apprentice flying at it and it scurried for shelter. Birchpaw made a final desperate leap and flatted the mouse. Birchpaw smiled and buried his catch under some leaves to pick up later
OOC: if thats not what you had in mind i can delete this...?
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 3, 2006 22:15:27 GMT -5
OOC: Yep Midnightfang is going to follow him.
Midnightfang was silent in a tree near Birchpaw. Good catch! He thought.
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Post by rex. on Jan 5, 2006 11:35:57 GMT -5
Birchpaw looked around again, scanning the trees and undergrowth for life. A chatering shound came to his ears, and soon afrer, the scent of squirrle. licking his lips, the apprentice crept forward, his tail twitching. in a flash he lept out, claws attatching themselves deep into the rodents spine, killing it immediatly, while its comanions fled. "fox-dung!" he cursed to himself. i better be more quiet otherwise i'll scare all the prey away... Birchpaw picked up the squirrel and dropped it in the same hole that he buried the mouse in. then he bounded off quietly, farther into the woods
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 5, 2006 20:19:46 GMT -5
Midnightfang jumped tree to tree following Birchpaw. He was doing very well. Midnightfang saw the sun, it was half way up in the sky.
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Post by rex. on Jan 5, 2006 20:36:07 GMT -5
the apprentice felt chilly wind blow past him and he drank in the scents. it was full of life, but Birchpaw took notice in the scent of a starling not far off. his eyes darted here and there around the trees and he finally saw it, not in a tree, but on the groud! brilliant! thought Birchpaw giddily. very slowly he crept up on the small bird and when he was about three tail lengths away, he pounce; not giving the poor bird any chance to escape. sitting up and shaking off loose downey feathers fron his face from the scabble, Birchpaw let out a short mrowl of truiumph. he quickly scraped leaves over the starling and plodded on.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 5, 2006 21:12:04 GMT -5
"Perfect." Midnightfang whispered to himself. He was very proud of his apprentice.
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Post by rex. on Jan 7, 2006 15:57:03 GMT -5
as he neared the river, birchpaw scented vole to his right. glancing over, he saw the small mammle looking right at him nd then quickly scamper off. knowing there was no use of pursuing it, he shrugged. i need to be more careful....
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Post by rex. on Jan 7, 2006 16:05:26 GMT -5
near seconds later, Birchpaw picked up the scent of another vole closeby. and this time, its not getting away! he thought with a flick of his tail. he plodded silently forward and lowered into a crouch when he found it, stuffing its face with seeds. birchpaw lept out at it, claws extended, and he killed it before it even knew he was there. feeling pleased with himself, Birchpaw buried it and looked up at the sky; the sun a a bit more than half way to sun-high now, and he hoped that he would have enough prey to please his mentor.
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