`i'm hanging by a tendril {Sylvester}

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    [align=center]It was, alas, a great day.


    But Mockingpaw wasn't enjoying it. The apprentice had been absentmindedly picking the feathers off of a dove, until it was pink and all fleshy. Nothing much to do since Mockingpaw went on two hunting patrols already, and one dawn patrol. She could be what you called an overachiever.


    She had just recovered from her neck wound, thanks to Oceanfront. But there now was a scar that she would do anything to kill the ThunderClanners for.

    [font=georgia][size=20pt]COYOTEPAW[/size]
    Coyotepaw exited the apprentice den, yawning as she arched her back like a bridge. She blinked her sleepy, pale green eyes and padded up to her friend with a smile. "Hey Mockingpaw. How you feeling today?" She asked, casting a quick glance at her neck.

    "Oh! Coyotepaw!" Mockingpaw said with a smile, seeing her friend. "I'm doing fine; you?" Though the meaning was not taken literally the apprentice knew what Coyotepaw was talking about.

    [font=georgia][size=20pt]COYOTEPAW[/size]
    "Really great." Coyotepaw purred, nodding her fluffy head several times to her friend. "How's the wound healing?" She asked softly.

    "Good," Mockingpaw replied, flicking her tail. "Do you want to go out hunting?" It was about a littleways past dawn, and the prey would just start to wake up.

    [font=georgia][size=20pt]COYOTEPAW[/size]
    "Sure; the freshkill pile does need a little boost." Coyotepaw purred, giving a small wink to her friend. She got up with a small grunt, stretching again before asking if Mockingpaw was ready to head out.

    Mockingpaw stretched, arching her back luxuriously. "Let's go," she mewed, heading toward the entrance.

    [font=georgia][size=20pt]COYOTEPAW[/size]
    Coyotepaw bounced out the WindClan entrance in an up-to-beat fashion, raising her plumy tail in the air as she sniffed for prey, receiving the wonderful moorland smells.

    Mockingpaw opened her mouth to scent the prey, her ears perked as a bird began its morning song. Perched on the grass, eating a worm, it seemed relatively unconcerned. "I'll scare it and you go on the other side to catch it," she whispered.

    [font=georgia][size=20pt]COYOTEPAW[/size]
    Coyotepaw gave a quick dip of her head, slowly stalking up behind the colorful bird. Her ears were pinned back, and her pale, jade eyes showed clear interest as she flicked her feathery tail to Mockingpaw.

    Mockingpaw let out a growl, arching her back and baring her teeth so viciously no one would even recognize her. The bird, startled, flew toward Coyotepaw's paws in a panicked attempt t run.

    [font=georgia][size=20pt]COYOTEPAW[/size]
    Coyotepaw smirked as she whacked the startled bird with a firm paw, leaping on it and reaching for it's vulnerable neck. She bent down in a quick fashion, making sure they it wouldn't thrash it's powerful wings and fly away unharmed. The cream tabby bit it's neck, killing the grey-colored bird. She saw blood seep out the cut, puddling slightly at the floor.

    "Awesome," Mockingpaw grinned. "Nice one." She had laid her fur flat and withdrew her teeth, looking like a normal lilac lynx point she-cat apprentice now.

    [font=georgia][size=20pt]COYOTEPAW[/size]
    "You'd did great too! I barely could tell it was the same Mockingpaw!" Coyotepaw gave a small purr to her friend, giggling as she tossed the bird under a dead tree. There weren't many trees on the moor, but she just figured that this one would make a nice, shady place for them to keep the prey while they hunted.

    Mockingpaw laughed. "Thanks." She had this other side of her--deceitful, cunning, manipulative. The apprentice sighed, flicking her tail as a daredevil idea popped into her head. "Say, want to try fishing at the RiverClan border?"

    [font=georgia][size=20pt]COYOTEPAW[/size]
    Coyotepaw was a little bit hesitant at this idea. "Well- do you think we'll get in trouble?" She asked, shuffling her petite paws in the patch of sand she was sitting on. The tree and the bird were next to her.

    [font=georgia][size=20pt]COYOTEPAW[/size]
    This made the cream tabby feel much better about this whole idea. "Alright then; let's go!" She started giggling, darting off to the rippling, fast-flowing river.