private cat and mouse ⭃ burnstorm

[LITTLEPAW]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Despite the sturdy Thunderclan frame Littlekit had been blessed with, the she-kit had yet to be aware of how her build was an advantage at all, her already large paws and tree trunk-sequel limbs had only proven to be a hindrance in her current hobbies, which called for a sense of delicacy the child had yet to truly master.
Mama was always there to quell the quiet girls frustrations on the rare occasion that happened to bubble up, and her father was great at helping her find other tasks to do. Today, when he invited her out of the nursery to practice hunting moves, the offer had been met with an unsure frown. Surely he meant bug hunting, which was more of Dovekits thing. Yet, when he suddenly drops down into some sort of practiced crouch, Littlekit is smacked with the realization that this was in fact, not bug hunting.
…Ohh! Is this to catch the real stuff? Like mice?” Understanding dawns across Littlekit’s face after only a moment of being utterly puzzled. Perhaps this could be fun, after all? This was the stuff apprentices learned, and they were legendary!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐‎

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BURNSTORM]

It feels like just yesterday that Burnstorm's kits were nothing more than blind and deaf bundles of fur nestled across his mates side. They were growing quickly though, and before he knew it they were cats with their own distinct personalities and soon, they would be apprentices. His conversation with this grandmother was in the back of his mind today. He would mentor one of them when they became six moons old, but he wasn't entirely certain on which one. Howlingstar would pick whoever she deemed a fitting match though, and he trusted her judgement. In the meantime, he wanted to see what each of their strengths were, what they showed the most promise in, where their weakness lay, so that when he did inevitably be assigned to one of them, he would already have a plan for the best way to teach them. Up until now, he had only been a mentor to cats who were nearly done with their training. This would be his first apprentice he got to shape with his own two paws, he wanted things to go perfectly.

This is why today he had decided he would be showing his daughter a basic hunters crouch. Even if she did not end up as his apprentice, she would at least have a head start and at the end of the day he just wanted what was best for all of his kits, not just whichever one ended up under his tutelage.

At first, Littlekit seemed reluctant to follow him out of the nursery, but when he drops into a hunters crouch to demonstrate she suddenly perks up. The real stuff she says, golden eyes alight and he straightens for a second, a smile on his shadowed face. "Yes Littlekit, today I'll be showing you how warriors catch their prey" he informs her, happy that she seemed interested. Perhaps she would take after his mother, her grandmother for which she was named, and would turn out to be a more than decent hunter. "When you become an apprentice, you'll have a lot more opportunities to practice, and much more to learn" he explains "But if you know the basics before that, it'll be easier for you to learn other things" that had been his experience, at least. "Okay now look closely at my hunting crouch, I want you to replicate it as best as you can and then I want you to sneak up on this moss ball and catch it" he
says, reaching out with one paw to bat the ball away from them before dropping into a basic crouch again.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ At her fathers confirmation, Littlekit’s expression brightens with pleasant surprise and excitement, a small gasp escaping her at the mention of being like a warrior, like her father.
Despite her reignited eagerness, Littlekit still nods along dutifully to what Burnstorm tells her.
“so like what Mama says about practice makes perfect?” The kitten echoes, pupils flickering to and fro as she awaits further confirmation, full understanding.
Whatever the answer would be, when Burnstorm tells her to watch, Littlekit’s ears perk, closely watching the moss ball he bats away.
Sneak up on it. Catch it. Replicate me.
The instructions swirl dizzyingly behind tawny hues, and it takes Littlekit a moment to nod and communicate the small amount of understanding she was able to grasp.
“Okay…” The kitten breathes, words unsure but determined.
She stares at Burnstorm’s stance for what feels like a long time before slowly shuffling into her own, more lopsided version of it, her shoulders far too square and rigid.
“Okay, m’gonna sneak up on the ball now…” She whispers after many heartbeats, her warning accompanied with rounded eyes and a small, reassuring nod of her head.
Her sights turn to the object she was meant to catch, and against her nervousness she wills smokey sepia paws forward. Heavy-footed, the marks she leaves in her wake are dark with damp soil.
When Littlekit thinks she is close enough, she casts a quick Look back towards her father before finally she springs.
Tawny paws catch one on anyone, tangling, and the kitten comes back down to the ground with a squeal and a tumble, still trying to untangle all-too-large paws long after she’s landed back on the soil.
After a frustrating battle, Littlekit finally sits up to find herself nearly a tail-length away from her mark.
She frowns, unsure what to make of this.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐‎

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BURNSTORM]

"Exactly like what your ma always says" he says, a hint of pride rumbling in his voice. Littlekit, with any luck, was showing signs of having picked up his and Roeflame's work ethic. ThunderClan needed more strong warriors like what his kits would no doubt grow to be and for his family, for his clan, the future was looking bright. That being said, his expectations weren't impossibly high. He shows his daughter what to do with the knowledge that she likely would not remember or process much of it, but it was a start. A first step in the right direction. He watches her get into position with a neutral expression upon his shaded features, neither giving approval nor corrections to her form. His whiskers do twitch in amusement though at her words. If she were really an apprentice he would tell her that talking was a sure fire way to alert your prey of your presence, but she was a kit for now and those lessons would come more with time than anything else so he is content to stay silent and let her finish her practice attempt.

It's not bad for a first try. Sure, her crouch was off and she missed the ball by well... a lot. But there was potential there, he could see it for a fraction of a second. "That wasn't bad for your first try" he says, not wanting her to grow discouraged before she even learned how to do it properly. "Show me your hunters crouch again" he instructs.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ That wasn’t bad for your first try. Her father says, and in Littlekits self-pity she almost wants to remind him that fibbing is bad- until she remembers that this was her father, and he wouldn’t fib. Bouncing back to her paws, Littlekit doesn’t feel completely ready to throw herself back into it again, but Burnstorms encouraging demeanor instills a growing sense of confidence in the she-kit, the frown that her young features still wear morphing into a slightly twisted line of determination. Littlekit throws herself back into the stance her father had shown her, and though she can’t quite remember the exact logistics of it all, the chimera kitten does her best imitation. She can feel that she’s lopsided, but the look Littlekit spares her father looks as though she cannot figure out why it doesn’t feel quite right. “I feel a lil’ mm.. twisty.” Littlekit explains with a knitted pair of brows, was she destined to be a lopsided-badger for life?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐‎

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BURNSTORM]

He remembers his first days with his new mentor, Emberstar. How he had stumbled through the hunters crouch and no matter how hard he tried to imitate the flame point, he just couldn't seem to get it right. It took time, it took practice, and most importantly, it took a steady paw that could guide you through the motions until one day it finally all clicked into place. One day, Littlekit would have that revelation, and one day she would understand the adrenaline rush of catching you first prey. The satisfaction of knowing that because of you, your clan would not be going hungry that night. It was the best feeling in the world to him, being able to hunt and fight for ThunderClan. For his family, for his friends.

The determination in her little face makes his eyes shine with laughter that he dares not give voice to, lest her confidence falters and she abandons this venture entirely. 'I feel a lil mm.. twisty' she says and he nods "Well that's because you are a little twisty" he says, not in an unkind way. "Here shift your weight a little more to the left side of your body, balance is the key" he says, reaching out with one paw to gently push her in the direction she needed to go "There, does that feel better?"

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ She is a little twisty, Burnstorm confirms, and Littlekit only blinks in reply, stumped. She is not left without guidance for more than a breath, though, as the next words that leave her fathers maw tell her exactly what the chimera kitten needs to do in order to fix her twisty-ness. With the aid of a pitch forepaw and a careful shift of her shoulders, redirecting some of her weight from her right side, Littlekit’s pinched stance is forced to move into something slightly more squared, her paws now feeling comfortably steadied on the ground. “Yeah… I feel, uh-” Littlekit pauses, grasping for the right word, “s-sturdier.” Though the stutter in her tone gives away the uncertainty, Littlekit still backs her answer up with a curt, assured nod. “Mmkay… can I try again?” Sheepishly, golden hues flicker to Burnstorm, and it is only when she would be given the blessing would the chimera would reposition herself a fair distance away from the moss ball- her prey?
Brows pinch together, and she sets off to make her catch once more, and though her paws still making soft thuds against the soil, she can feel the stability in her corrected form. Once the target was within reach, Littlekit would pounce- power placed subconsciously into her hindlegs, her forelimbs are left instinctively wanting to tuck into her body. Littlekit’s descend forms a dust cloud, dirt stirred up by a sloppy land, but when the kitten stands back up, she is beaming behind the ball of moss caught in her jaws.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐‎

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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