BloomingPaw had finally convinced her nervous butt to do something beside cowever in the camp and be a little runt. For once? You could see her trying to hunt and failing miserably. For some reason? Tons of bunnies where just sitting in a clearing in the mountains, only jumping to dodge the vine paws kitty, eating grass.
Somehow? She'd failed to catch even one, just banged herself up really good. Hundreds of bunnies, acting like sitting ducks, and Bloom couldn't catch even one!
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[align=left][font=georgia]Lucky for her, Bloomingpaw wasn't alone in the mostly failed attempts at catching something edible. Deccy, too, had troubles with that sort of thing. Prey was fast and it left it scent absolutely everywhere, so it was hard to scout out with only nose and ears to use. Not from a long distance, but in the chance of missing that stalking pounce it was game over for the sightless fox when the prey ran. She couldn't keep up. But how was she to know of the fellow apprentice's thoughts? She did not posess telepathy, after all. "What're you doing?"
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"Are you not fairing well, Bloomingpaw?" Unfortunately, the male shared her lack of ability to hunt so he could offer no advice, although Nutcrackerpaw did sympathize slight despite his ever-serious expression and tense posture. Even so, he would attempt to praise her or lift her spirits as his emerald gaze floated hungrily over the rabbits, his optics narrowing dangerously as he continued to watch the prey. "Keep on attempting to catch one — you are bound to catch something sooner or later, but do not fret if you aren't able." It was a terrible pep talk to be honest, and Nutcracker knew it very well.
At least it was a prep talk, she'd never really gotten one of those before in her life, still being rather young. Though she was older than her tiny frame let on, or the fact her fur was still fluffy enough to be from the nursery. She averted her eyes slightly, nodding simply. She couldn't do much else unless a telepath showed up, considering being mute at the moment.
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It was quite pathetic, really. Not any of them could catch one of them, and though Decemberpup had an excuse, being young aged, he thought at least those older than him could do something. Desolatedkit appeared in his fanged and winged komodo dragon body, glancing at the group before going to stare at some of the rabbits that sat there, almost unaware of danger. Without a warning, the reptile shot forward, and, using the ability of his wings, was able to pounce easily on one of the bunnies, though it almost did slip away. He broke the creature's neck with a whack of his muzzle and turned around to look at his clanmates, hearing the other rabbits stamping and running from where he was located. He might have had an advantage due to his body, but he didn't believe that that's what it would take in order to catch at least a minuscule mouse.
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That was the bright-side of having a broken leg, nobody expected her to be able to do much other than limp around, so she had an excuse for not catching something, or even attempting to.
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Surfy though she was hunting hmp? Well you could not even close to call her leaping around and randomly grappling with clawless, vine wrapped paw's and lashing with her mouth, as hunting. If anything? it was a pitiful sight if anyone had ever seen one, getting kicked by rabbits repeatedly as they hopped away.
[size=11pt]Awh. The poor dear. Isa couldn't hunt very well, but she'd been working on it. "Would you like some help, Bloomingpaw?" The adviser couldn't quite see why everyone else was just sitting there like useless, rude little fish and watching. Like fish, since that was just an amazing, spontaneous reference.
Someone with telepathy and they even offered to help her try to get one, one fucking rabbit! "I hate Rabbits, I've been trying all morning!" she though over to Isa, hopping her telepathy was on, as she nodded a positive response to her question, lunging at another one, only to get kicked in the jaw again.