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For whatever reason, Badgermoon had requested that Snakehiss take his daughter out on a hunt in WindClan's territory. Perhaps he was feeling too groggy to proceed with training at the time, perhaps he had other matters to attend to, or maybe he wanted to see how his former apprentice got along with his new one. Whatever the case was, Snakehiss was less than thrilled to oblige, though he didn't bother with throwing a fit about it. Maybe the session would go by quicker than he anticipated.
The walk is silent, for the most part, as there's not much for them to talk about. How is training with Badgermoon, a curious part of him yearns to ask. Has he already forgotten about me?
Damned, idiotic harebrain! Snakehiss curses himself, a mental conflict ensuing in his brain. Why should he give a rat's behind about Scorchpaw and Badgermoon's business? The bi-colored deputy had been a teacher to him and nothing more. Their training had been completed, with Snakehiss successfully passing his assessment. It was best to move on and enjoy the beginnings of his warriorhood.
The pair moved toward the area surrounding Outlook Rock now, rays of sunshine aggressively beating down on their backs. A cautionary gaze surveys the top of the landmark. From what he could see, nothing was up there at the moment, but he knew from experience that a lot could change in an instant. "Take care around these parts. Hawks like to perch up there, looking for small cats to steal." Scorchpaw could certainly be a prime candidate for a bird of prey's lunch, especially since she was still quite young. Bitterly, selfishly, he briefly wonders if that would be a bad thing.
Calling back on the incident where Cottonpaw had skittered out of the tunnels and recklessly exposed herself to the feasting eyes of a hawk, Snakehiss huffs, "Nearly happened to Cottonpaw once." With a flick of his tail, he advanced toward the massive rock and sniffed the air for any prey lingering nearby.
// @SCORCHPAW
The walk is silent, for the most part, as there's not much for them to talk about. How is training with Badgermoon, a curious part of him yearns to ask. Has he already forgotten about me?
Damned, idiotic harebrain! Snakehiss curses himself, a mental conflict ensuing in his brain. Why should he give a rat's behind about Scorchpaw and Badgermoon's business? The bi-colored deputy had been a teacher to him and nothing more. Their training had been completed, with Snakehiss successfully passing his assessment. It was best to move on and enjoy the beginnings of his warriorhood.
The pair moved toward the area surrounding Outlook Rock now, rays of sunshine aggressively beating down on their backs. A cautionary gaze surveys the top of the landmark. From what he could see, nothing was up there at the moment, but he knew from experience that a lot could change in an instant. "Take care around these parts. Hawks like to perch up there, looking for small cats to steal." Scorchpaw could certainly be a prime candidate for a bird of prey's lunch, especially since she was still quite young. Bitterly, selfishly, he briefly wonders if that would be a bad thing.
Calling back on the incident where Cottonpaw had skittered out of the tunnels and recklessly exposed herself to the feasting eyes of a hawk, Snakehiss huffs, "Nearly happened to Cottonpaw once." With a flick of his tail, he advanced toward the massive rock and sniffed the air for any prey lingering nearby.
// @SCORCHPAW