the silver-coloured juni[p]er bush

A young cat lay on a road. The black path twisted through the Abandoned Town that was RadicalClan's camp. There was no daring or caution in the dark gray feline's expression. As mentioned before, the town was abandoned, and so was the thunderpath. Twolegs probably hadn't driven across it in their giant monsters for quite some time. Relaxation filled Flintkit's form as she basked in the sun, rays being caught by the blackness of the thunderpath and the darkness of her gray fur. Her blue eyes were closed in contentment. Warm sunrays reached in to loosen the tension in her joints.

Just a day or so ago, Flintkit had been confronted with the sight of a badly injured cat, under the spell of a coma. She hoped that Hadron was doing alright by now. At that scene, Flintkit had met a couple of fellow students who were just as shocked as she had been, and maybe even more so. The apprentice-aged kit wondered about their wellbeing. That was the first time that Flintkit had met Juniperpaw and Silverpaw, and she hoped it wasn't the last.

Flintkit was thoroughly baffled. Throughout her whole stay so far in RadicalClan, there had never once been a monster on these tracks. If that monster that Juniperpaw had seen was a sign, then it didn't appear to be a very good one. The cat could only hope that the twoleg wouldn't bring more of its friends to raid the whole abandoned town and destroy RadicalClan's home. Though that was very unlikely. It was probably just a thoroughly confused twoleg who lost its way. Never to come back again. Ever.

"I'm fine. Thanks, I guess," ventured Flintkit, to a puffing Juniperpaw. "Monsters don't travel on that path," she stated simply, as if it had never happened. As if it were an excuse for her to be on the thunderpath. And it was an excuse. Until that random monster randomly came roaring through. "Are you alright?" she asked Juniperpaw.

ooc: juniperberry, radicalclan lives in an abandoned town. flintkit was safe on the thunderpath. no monsters actually travel there. but i'll just go with it I guess

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The dark gray cat shrugged, leaving that subject alone.

"And guess what? I'm a student now," mewed Flintpaw happily to Juniperpaw. "How are you? Have you seen Silverpaw?"

"Oh there you are," murmured Flintpaw happily. "Yeah," the dark gray cat glanced back over to the thunderpath. "The monster thing was a bit strange." Then she turned back to the two students. "But thanks for the congratulations! I'm happy that I finally became a student. I'm ready to learn,"
"Do you happen to have anything to teach me?" Flintpaw asked the RadicalClanners.

Flintpaw nodded solemnly. "Brave and loyal. Got it," There would be quite a lot of chances to show those characteristics, she'd just have to find and seize them. The dark gray cat's ears perked at the offer. "Hunting? Sure! I'd have to watch you do it first," added Flintpaw shyly. She hadn't ever been hunting, so she predicted that she'd fail a few times.
"We can go hunt now if you like,"

Flintpaw followed Silverpaw into the woods. She observed her clanmate's hunt carefully, and tried to draw a few things out of it. Wow, if the mouse didn't even notice her, she must be good, the dark gray cat thought in admiration. "Easy? Ha! Maybe if you've had practice," teased Flintpaw quietly. She dropped down into a weak imitation of the crouch that her clanmate had done. She took one step, and then... 'crack'... the second step had landed onto a twig. Flintpaw bounced back onto her feet and shook her head. "How do you crawl around on the ground without letting twigs or leaves give you away?"

"Oh," mewed the dark gray cat, staring at the ground while absorbing all this helpful advice. She glanced up at Silverpaw when the cat encouraged her. "Okay, I guess," muttered Flintpaw. She wasn't doubtful, she'd just have to pay attention to the floor spreading into the distance.

The dark gray cat dropped into a crouch once more. One paw after the other, she managed to crawl a little ways, making next to no noise throughout. She'd either step around a twig or tread on one that had a soft appearance to it, because those ones didn't usually crack. It turned out to be kind of easy, like Silverpaw said. Or at least not hard. Once you got used to bending your limbs in angles that Flintpaw wasn't used to, like she was a human playing Twister. Then she came face-to-face, or paw-to-wood, rather, with a stick that cracked under her weight. Flintpaw popped back up into a standing position, and surveyed her progress with a flat expression, and some relief.
She was getting there. "Patience is key."

"I just need to practice testing the ground before putting my whole weight on it, like you said," remarked the gray cat, looking at Silverpaw once more.
She was sure that Juniperpaw could stalk well, too.

Flintpaw warmed under her friend's praise. "Thankyou, " murmured the dark gray cat in a low tone. Then she continued. "I don't think it is possible for me to reach perfection so soon," mewed the cat, looking at Silverpaw shrewdly. Flintpaw believed that her moves were still rusty, so she could smooth them out a bit, and practice would align other faults with time. But it was nice to know that Silverpaw valued her lucky second try. She nodded. "Yeah, I guess everyone snags on a stick every now and then. Nobody's perfect."

The dark gray cat laughed. "I'm sure I'll do it too many times too."

Glancing over to Juniperpaw, Flintpaw asked both of them, "Can we try battle-fighting now?" She didn't know anything about that either. "Maybe there's a clearing here somewhere." She looked around with blue eyes for some open space.

ooc; silverpaw taught flintpaw how to hunt. Now, flintpaw wants silverpaw and juniperpaw to teach her about battling.

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"Sure," agreed the dark gray student, bounding over to the edge of the clearing.