⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ hunting patrols were becoming much more important, their reaping more dire now. the days of every cat coming home with something were dwindling, just yesterday they had found nothing, jaws and morale empty as they entered camp. today hadn't been much different, the cold nipping at her ears and an empty stomach had made her irritable. more-so than usual.
but finally, she scented something close to the ground. easily missed, the scent was as close to fresh that she had sensed this morning yet. badgerpaw had caught it first, already trailing it. tail twitching, she hung back, backup if the apprentice fumbled the catch.
nightbird watched the mottled girl closely, her hunting crouch that was too high, the way her paws nearly bumbled through the frosty undergrowth. jaw ticked, the molly held herself from moving in but quickly kicked herself for her restraint. the creature was alerted, too early, prey darting into some hole never to be seen again. slow through the growth, slow to deliver the killing bite, had badgerpaw's muscles frozen in this weather or was she just not trying? the tortie had no lack of energy, she had witnessed her darting around camp like her tail was on fire to talk to friends.
"your energy is misplaced. if you spent half the time practicing your hunting as you did trailing after your little friends, you would have caught that." cold and abrasive as the wind that whipped her fur, nightbird narrowed silver eyes at the apprentice. "your crouch is weak, your paws are loud. fix it." harsh, she could already hear the chastising of softer pawed warriors in her ears. but the time to shy away from the failures of apprentices was long past, if their mentors couldn't kick them into gear nightbird was happy to step up where they lacked.
but finally, she scented something close to the ground. easily missed, the scent was as close to fresh that she had sensed this morning yet. badgerpaw had caught it first, already trailing it. tail twitching, she hung back, backup if the apprentice fumbled the catch.
nightbird watched the mottled girl closely, her hunting crouch that was too high, the way her paws nearly bumbled through the frosty undergrowth. jaw ticked, the molly held herself from moving in but quickly kicked herself for her restraint. the creature was alerted, too early, prey darting into some hole never to be seen again. slow through the growth, slow to deliver the killing bite, had badgerpaw's muscles frozen in this weather or was she just not trying? the tortie had no lack of energy, she had witnessed her darting around camp like her tail was on fire to talk to friends.
"your energy is misplaced. if you spent half the time practicing your hunting as you did trailing after your little friends, you would have caught that." cold and abrasive as the wind that whipped her fur, nightbird narrowed silver eyes at the apprentice. "your crouch is weak, your paws are loud. fix it." harsh, she could already hear the chastising of softer pawed warriors in her ears. but the time to shy away from the failures of apprentices was long past, if their mentors couldn't kick them into gear nightbird was happy to step up where they lacked.
┌── OH, I'LL CUT YOU DOWN
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FOR I KNOW YOU ARE WEAK ──┐
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prompt: An acquaintance misconstrued something Nightbird said to them and took it personally, resulting in them being offended. How does Nightbird smooth things over with them, if at all? pls wait for @badgerpaw !
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NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-eight moons.
⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to tba
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
↛ see battle info here
⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
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