WISH UPON A STAR / private, Thrushstar

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Littlepaw was looking wistfully at the trees. He could remember Talonstar's voice ringing in his voice. He could remember a promise. A promise to teach him how to fly. He never really learned to, though. She died too sudden before the opportunity came. Now, he was a bird stranded on the ground with nothing else to do but crawl. It really bothered him, but he couldn't do anything about it, huh? The wind gently brushed against his gray fur before he hopped onto his paws. Learning to fly wasn't going to make him useful to the clan now, would it?

He had duties he needed to learn before he could be of any use! As an apprentice, he could do so much more! But, the little fella didn't really know how to hunt properly. The sky that the trees didn't cover was dim with silver pelt dancing in the sky. The stars glimmered with the low hanging moon. The apprentice couldn't sleep. His daydreams were keeping him up and alive. He looked around the den, seeing the other apprentices sleep peacefully. Should he go?

He felt a strong urge to go. Go outside and practice on hunting. He had been an apprentice for a couple of sunrises, but he still hadn't caught a thing. The thought fueled his longing to go outside. It was awfully dark, but he wasn't too bothered by it. With a gently push, he was on his paws and taking extra care to not step on any tails tonight. With a matter of heartbeats, he managed to slip out of the camp.

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Littlepaw thought he was alone with the success of sneaking out of camp. He was too busy thinking where to go next bat he didn't hear the soft steps of somebody following. Then there was a stern question as Thrushstar caught up with the apprentice. He stiffened.

"Err, oh hi Thrushstar!" he squeaked. He halted in his tracks and stared at his paws. "I, uh.." The apprentice was fumbling with his words. Why now? He couldn't say it. "I don't know," He was a pretty bad liar. What would Thrushstar say if he said he was just going to practice his crouch? His ears were pinned against his head, his paws shuffling nervously.

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His ears were flat against his head. His yellow gaze was filled with guilt. And to think that he wanted practice hunting outside? The idea of going outside late at night didn't even have an inkling of consequences. What if he was caught by a badger? Killed? The apprentice didn't even have the skill to hunt, let alone fight off badgers. His head hung low. "I'm sorry," he apologized heavily. The wind gently blew, ruffling the trees nearby.

He looked up. Was Thrushstar going to follow him? He looked around, feeling guilt fluttering inside his stomach. "I just wa-wanted to go out and hunt," he admitted through muddled words. He couldn't keep up the lie anymore. It just wasn't him. "But that kinda sucks, I guess," he murmured faintly. "I don't really know how to."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 500px;text-align:justify;]He shuffled his paws as he waited in heavy silence. Perhaps it was a dumb idea to ask, wasn't it? He opened his mouth to apologize, but Thrushstar had an offer. He peeked up notably with a little jump on his paws. "Really?" In the dim light, he had a barely noticeable smile. "I mean, only if you want to! That'd be so cool!" Then he could finally have this hunting jumbo jumbo under the hood and be useful for once! The thought was exciting. But then he stopped himself. "W-well, if I deserve it," he mumbled reluctantly with eyes on his paws. He did sneak out of camp at night, which seemed to have worried the leader. He felt guilty.

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/ ey it's no problem! i would have forgotten if it were me

He notably perked up, shaking out his pelt before nodding eagerly. "Got it!" He was rather excited to get some master hunting tips. Especially from Thrushstar! It was certainly somebody he was quite happy being around with. With that in mind, he crouched. It was pretty sloppy. His stomach was probably mouse-lengths away from the ground with his paws tucked close to his chest. If anything, he looked like he was sticking his butt out for fun rather that hunting! It was certainly quite the silly sight to see.