pafp ceiling crash // hunting

[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 08 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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There is nothing like hunting to take his mind of things. Out here on the open moorlands, it does not matter what his clanmates think of him. It does not matter what he thinks of himself. There is only him and the wind and the sky and the grass. It's peaceful.

A soft smile on his face as he turns to face his younger companion, well aware of the watchful eyes of the adults accompanying them today, he chirrups out in a soft and cheerful tone. "S-so, hunt-ings ac-tually really easy once y-you g-g-g-get the hang-g of it!" he starts off, rambling a bit in his uncertainty. He's never actually tried to give advice before - he's never spent much time around the other apprentices during training at all actually. But its become increasingly hard to avoid doing so these days. "f-first off, d-do you know how t-to do a g-g-good hunting c-crouch?" he asks, head tipping to the side slightly. He probably does - goldenpaw has always seemed rather tenacious and determined to become a good warrior after all.

// @Goldenpaw

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[Goldenstrike]

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❝ i just turned 14 ✧°. ———————————— Periwinklepaw was a friend of Goldenpaw’s and didn’t seem to mind when he gloated too much, not that Goldenpaw noticed but it was nice nonetheless. All that to say, when Periwinkle had asked to go hunting, specifically to be taught how to hunt Goldenpaw accepted the invite. He had figured he was already a pretty decent hunter for his age, he wouldn’t brag but he had caught a vole the other day with his mentor. But, if Periwinkle was asking he probably had a reason. So playing a little dumb was probably I’m order for this day.

He walked next to the older apprentice and tried his best to ignore the weary glances thrown at the other cat. He tried his best to look as intently at the surroundings as possible, scanning the ocean of grass for any signs of prey as Periwinklepaw started talking. He tuned in about halfway through and finally looked at him. Once I get the hang out it, huh. Probably talking about hunting right? “That makes enough sense.” he remarked. His next part in this play was to do a hunting stance, his pride was not going to let Periwinkle teach him to do something he should already be able to do. But, to pretend to be worse at it than he really is, well, Peri is a very lucky cat.

He scrunched his body in a not sure great crouch. It was a little loose, “Something like this, right?” he opened the door for criticism, and he was about to take it so gracefully. You best believe it.

[penned by user - [tags]]

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[SUNNVAR]

Hunting upon these moors was no great strength of Sunstride's. Though he had chosen WindClan as his home, had taken it upon himself to care for all that walked here, to protect and feed even their weakest souls, it was not always an easy choice. In this, his size hindered him. Broad paws were meant to walk carefully across the snowy lands of his birthplace; his thick, dense fur had shielded him from the cold. Now, as the moons wear on and heat returns to these rolling moorlands, his fur begins to suffocate him; his paws tangle themselves upon the shrubbery. Without the speed to excel in a chase, or the agility to turn upon the tip of his tail, the lead warrior did not always return to camp successfully. Today would be one of those days. His fur is scuffed with dirt yet his jaws hang empty. He returns towards their camp with a scowl upon his face, and a tail that sweeps with a mind of its own.

Yet even with these failures looming dangerously above the warrior's head, he knows a hunting crouch. He knows a successful one, even more than that. And when his gaze comes to Goldenpaw's...Sunstride sees anything but. Pale eyes flicker across the young apprentices form, and then to Periwinklepaw. Though he does not open his maw to speak on what he sees, there is a critical lift to his brow– will you let this lie? he seems to challenge the other apprentice. He watches and waits, hoping for some sort of intervention before this went any further.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 08 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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its nice to spend time together like this - not to be alone. As he listens dutifully to goldenpaws words, he nods along cheerfully - paying no mind to sunstride nor the rest of the patrol. He watches as the boy crouches, circling him briefly with a serious look. "Mhm... b-but t-tighten your l-legs, l-like y-you're always ready t-to p-pounce," its a bit hard for him to find his words, his jaw already beginning to ache in protest, but he doesn't let that stop him anymore. At this point, he does spare sunstride a quick glance - as if asking 'am i explaining this right?'

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