DRIP DRIP DROP - private w/ fleetkit

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    Chilly winds blew over the hills. The northern frost clinging to them and practically freezing whoever stood in their way. Storm hated the cold. Dreaded every moment of it. But, just cause you hate something, doesnt mean it wont happen. So, it did. Every year around this time, it got so cold that it began snowing. There wasnt much today but, enough for the hunting warrior to pack up and head back to camp.


    Stormgaze entered the camp with two rabbits hanging from his jaws. Lately, food was hard to find, harder to catch. So, he figured to go hunting before everyone wakes and see if the prey was doing so too. Luckily, it was. He managed to scoop two rabbits before the prey began rushing back to their dens. The tabby smirked proudly and strutted over to the freshkill pile. Placing them down and sitting outside the warrior's den till it was time for dawn patrol to wake.
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    Sometimes Fleetkit awoke before the dawn patrol. This was one of those days. Sick of his sister kicking him in her apparently very exciting dream that required her to run in her sleep, the grey tomkit nosed his way out of the nursery, not bothering to wake any of the other kits up. His sister wouldn't appreciate him waking her up for nothing, and as far as he was concerned that other kit Fishkit was still wet behind the ears, although that was no surprise considering his mother's overbearing style. Needless to say, Fleetkit found himself without friends.


    Thus, Stormgaze immediately caught the kit's amber eyes as he strolled into camp before anyone else was awake, two rabbits grasped firmly in his jaws. Taking a chance, Fleetkit marched up to the large tom when he took a seat and stared at him silently for a few heartbeats.


    "Nice catch," he mewed, nodding in what he hoped was a dignified manner towards the freshkill pile. However, it wasn't as dignified a nod as he'd hoped, appearing rather silly on a two moon old. Then, he declared confidently. "You should teach me how to hunt. Then you wouldn't have to get up so early because I could feed the Clan too." Nevermind that the rabbit was bigger than him at this point.


    /it's great, thanks for making the thread! (:
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;]The warrior had dazed out when he heard a small voice. Of course, it surprised him and he ended up jumping almost a meter high. He turned to Fleetkit with an embarrassed smile, hoping the kit didnt notice. Although it was inevitable that he did. "Ah, um, thanks," he whispered. Grooming down his stand-up fur, he let a small chuckle loose when he saw the kit's 'dignified nod.' "Sorry kid, no can do. If you want me to teach you hunting, feel free to ask to have me assigned as your mentor. When youre six moons, that is. Until then, I guess Imma have to go to sleep early so I can be well rested." He leaned forward and whispered for the last part, "dont tell anyone this, but if you sneak out- you can watch the professionals. Then, when you get back, test your mental notes out on a leaf."
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    Fleetkit held the tom's gaze, yellow eyes narrowed at what he perceived to be an insult. He was no kid! "Why don't you give me a few tips now? You're already up and the dawn patrol will be out soon, so no doubt they'll send you along too. There's no point getting an extra five minutes' sleep if it means you'll be more tired." Fleetkit was always tired if he didn't sleep long enough. He woke up when he felt like it. "Besides," the little kit purred, twitching his tail thoughtfully. "If you start teaching me now and I request you as a mentor, I'll be way ahead of the other apprentices. Otterstar and Maplefur will be super impressed with your mentoring skills, I'm sure."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;]The tabby let out a chuckle to Fleetkit's spunk. His gaze softened on the kitten as he recalled his own spunk as a newly made apprentice. Of course, he was a rogue before that so he hadnt known the clan life as a kit.


    "Alright, but be quick. Show me your hunting crouch," he ordered, lightly smiling at the kit.
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    Oh. That had been easy, Fleetkit hadn't expected that. Shrugging, the young kit fell into a loose rendition of the hunting crouch, tail and belly low to the ground, but with hind paws too splayed out underneath him to get sufficient grip when pouncing. "Like this?" He inquired, brow narrowed in concentration. He'd been watching the older cats practise and had tried to mirror it himself before, but didn't think it felt quite right.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;]True. Storm wasnt one to tell a kit no and ruin their dreams. Unless they pissed him off. Otherwise, he caved in easily.


    The warrior cocked an imaginary eyebrow at Fleetkit while he was posing. Smirking as he studied the kit's crouch. "Not exactly," he purred.


    //sorry its late!!
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