[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sup][color=#ffcc99]its hard to believe warmpaw had been an apprentice for four months and never had a consistent mentor. she's been on patrols and mass battle training, but never one instructor that taught her. nonetheless, warmpaw had made her way, teaching herself little things to help hunt and contribute to the covenant.
warmpaw had been hunting- enjoying the last hot days of summer before winter snows came into play. parting her jaw, her defined cheekbones raised for the scent of squirrel was strong. she started on his trail, thanking star clan that the autumn leaves had not yet fallen and made it harder to stay silent as she moved. the fluffy-tailed creature scurried up a nearby tree, for the wind abruptly changed direction. he didn't go far, so she launched herself onto the trunk and attacked her claws to the tough bark, and spotted the squirrel towards one of the inner branches. she moved towards it, reaching an outer branched and started inward. the ginger prey was in reach before a crack made him jump and race up the tree trunk in little circles.
"oh, fox dung.." what she was too mad to realize was the cracking came from the weak tree limb she was balanced on. the branch plummeted to the greasy earth below her with a thud, sending warmpaw flying to the side and landed awkwardly on her right hip. luckily it wasn't to high, so the apprentice, was able to shake off the fall as she would stand up again. warmpaw muttered under hr breath and shook out her thick black and white fur again.