The Clan of Darkness Roleplay

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    Briarpaw shrugged," I'm okay at it but not the best." He mewed, remembering the time he was hunting a mouse and stumbled over his own paws. He flicked his ears, trying to dismiss the memory as he looked to Ghostfur.

    Briarpaw nodded, the brown tom still unsure about that. He shook it off, promising himself he would work on his hunting skills, for it was for the best of the clan if he could hunt better. He turned his blue gaze to look back through the woods around them. " What else do I need to do now Ghostfur?" He mewed quietly, flicking his tail as he wondered what the next task would be.

    Ghostfur


    The white tom looked around and gathered up the fish. "Go see what you can catch," he mewed, nodding toward the woods. "The fish will have to go straight to the Clan. I'll be back to check up on you." He picked up the fish and padded back to the camp, dropping the fish on the fresh-kill pile. After he had done that, he bounded back out into the forest to check up on his apprentice.

    Briarpaw had nodded, watching the White tom go before scenting the air and prowling through the forest, coming across the scent of a mouse. Carefully he trailed the scent, finding it among some trees, eating a nut. Flexing his claws he prowled up towards it, leaping as he landed on it, biting into its jugular and ending its life. He looked up, burying his kill right there so no predators could get it while he continued his hunt distinguishing scents as he continued.

    Briarpaw paused a little ways away, scenting the air as he glanced around, catching the scent of a vole. He carefully tested the wind, making sure he was down wind from the prey as he approached it, avoiding the twigs as he prowled up near it. He paused, tensing before he pounced, missing and causing the vole to start to scramble towards it den. Instantly Briarpaw was on his paws, ganging up on it he caught it, killing it quickly before he made another stupid mistake. Flattening his ears he quickly buried it again, scorning himself for making such a stupid mistake while hunting.

    Briarpaw continued on his hunt, pausing as he came across another scent of a mouse. He crouched down, making sure he located it as he crept up on it silently, sliding across the ground. In a flash he was on top of the mouse, quickly killing it. He picked the mouse up, deciding to go back and collect the fresh-kill he had collected. He turned around, back tracking.

    Ghostfur


    He nodded, returning to Briarpaw's first prey spot, carefully uncovering it and picking it up to help, though he would wait do the apprentice.

    Briarpaw had soon collected the second piece of fresh-kill he had caught and had come to the first spot were he buried the fresh-kill only to find his mentor. He dipped his head in greetings to Ghostfur, before heading back to camp to deposit the fresh-kill that had been collected.

    Ghostfur


    He followed his apprentice and dropped the prey onto the pile. "Good work today," he mewed to his apprentice. "Take your squirrel to Swanfeather and then get yourself something to eat and rest."

    Briarpaws eyes brightened at the praise as he nodded in acknowledgement on his orders. He picked up a plump squirrel, and a vole for himself as he went over to Swanfeather, gently poking the elder as she had fallen asleep. Stirring the old she-cat looked up to see the apprentice and seen the fresh kill," Back so soon? well then I can continue that story." The old she-cat purred as Briarpaw gave the squirrel to Swanfeather, enjoying the story as they both ate.

    Nightstar


    He looked up from the mouse he had gotten earlier as Ghostfur entered his den. "And how did Briarpaw do," Ghostfur shook his head slowly. "He still needs practice on his land hunting," he mewed at last. "His fishing technique is good and his form for land is great but he faltered today." Nightstar nodded. "Continue to improve him then," Ghostfur nodded and padded out, leaving Nightstar to eat.(Nightstar needs a lady lol)

    Nightstar


    He smiled as he saw Dappleleaf come into the camp. "How's Wanderingpaw doing with his training," he mewed over to her.(remember, Wanderingpaw will switch out with Heatherpaw)

    Nightstar


    He frowned at this news, tail flicking slightly. "Half moon is in two sunrises," he mewed. "Talk with StarClan about it. They may not have a plan for Wanderingpaw yet. And see Lilacstar. It...feels strange without her here."