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T[size=8]he apprentice had been craving for this day for a while now. The first session of his training, with his hopefully fantastic new mentor; Venomdrop. Brightpaw was currently crouched beneath a few heather tendrils, curving over his frame not too tightly but enough for them to camouflage deeply into his pelt. He had decided that the first session needed at least a mere hint of fun for the beginning, so the newly pronouned apprentice emerged with gentle pawsteps from his place amongst the heather, and began slinking in the direction of his mentor's rump. Once Brightpaw was successfully no greater than a fox length from reach of Venomdrop, he launched himself forward and put pressure on his forepaws as he attempted to flatten him to the ground. "Betcha weren't expecting that, ay' Dropster?" Brightpaw chuckled triumphantly in his queer accent. |
The grey apprentice withdrew from contact with Venomdrop and seated himself down a decent length away from his mentor, whilst he regained his balance. As the question was directed towards him, the tom rasped his tongue across his cinnamon paw and drew it over his ear, before responding, "Some huntin' may get mah spirits up."
Brightpaw thrust his muzzle high in the air and inhaled, almost straining his neck to try and raise it to a good, high length. "Erm..." He grunted, tasting the atmosphere once more. "Hey, I can smell an adult rabbit. With about 2 babies. Except I'm not too sure where they are..." He bent his head to the ground once more as he scanned the hillside for any sign of fuzzy, brown or white fur.
[size=16pt][font=georgia][color=gold]I'll be here, not gone.
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[size=8]The youthful tom began to focus a little more on the direction the wind was billowing onto his tongue. "To the left..." He murmured, half to himself frankly. Craning his neck to the direction he mentioned, quite a few steel hills blocked his view. The must be downhill... The tom set off into his estimated place where the prey was settled innocently, trampling noisily through the heather and marsh as he mad whispered way towards the rodent family.
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[size=16pt][font=georgia][color=gold]Forever, holding on.
Brightpaw clambered back a few paces in shock as the rabbits scooted at a rather fast pace out of their peaty overhang, scrabbling off into the distance. Astonished at the speed rate they were heading at, the youthful feline struck out and gave chase to them. Distinquishing the living prey veering towards Venomdrop in the distance, a yowl of signal erupted from his jaws as he darted over and headed towards his mentor.
Adrenaline surged through his veins at the triumphant sight of his mentor trapping one out of the three long-eared prey. Two more to go.
Eventually, the grey tabby grew awfully close to one of the younger rabbits, noticing the energy being drained from the innocent rodent's. Quickly, without wasting another moment to reach closer, he swiped out an unsheathed paw and managed to hook it into the spine of the rabbit; It screeched in agony, but it was cut off as Brightpaw managed to dispatch the creature with a fierce bite to the shoulder.
Quickly, he flicked up his gaze one more, hoping to catch sight of the last, remaining prey, but it seemed to have scurried away. Cheerfully, he scooped up his prey in his jaws and trotted back over to Venomdrop, muscles fatigued from the long run.
Brightpaw gave a brief roll of his shoulders as Venomdrop's gaze met his. Well, he honestly himself could say he could improve. Correct statement made by mentor. "What could ah do to improve?"
Brightpaw gave a curt nod, and showing an expression that revealed he honestly had to agree. "Stompin' through the lavender too much, 'ay?" He mewed rhetorically. "Well, 'ay, huntin' is huntin'. So, what's next?"
Low muse.
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Battle techniques... The words were absolute music notes to his ears. "Yes!" He exclaimed, his vividly blue eyes beginning to glimmer with ecstasy. He had heard many rumours from fellow apprentices that battle training was one of the most fun prospects of being an apprentice. "Sure thing, bud." He agreed warmly.