- Jan 29, 2024
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With Greenleaf still around, it was hard to adjust to the bright sun glaring at his messy-furred back. While he likes his fur, he has struggled to stay cooler in the warm heat. He wished he was born with shorter fur like his father. He thinks for a moment, what if he was born with short fur. …Nah, he looks weird with short fur. He blinks from his nest, staring at the other sleeping bodies in the apprentice’s den.
While the night is a place to rest, the inky darkness swallowing all of them up, he feels more awake than ever. Perhaps it's the adjustment to being an apprentice, not feeling quite tired from the previous day’s activities. Flitting his eyes skyward, staring at the stars above. When will he make his first catch? Would the chase be exhilarating? How would he stand, flanks heaving to catch his breath as he stared at the mouse– or if he’s lucky? A rabbit. Hopefully? Would Gravelsnap praise him on his catch? Well, he finds himself thoroughly excited about the idea. With all the training and such, he’s been trying to focus on scent and sound first. Well… trying to anyway.
The moon shines down upon the sleeping figures. Sky - blue eyes were wide as he carefully moved himself up and out of his nest, tail tucked close. Sheeppaw weaves through the maze of apprentices, careful not to step on any wayward tails or paws. He finds his fur ruffled by a breeze running itself across the moors, he breathes. It seems… intimidating. Haunting. As if anything could be lurking in the wildgrass waiting to slither out and into view. It’ll be fine… right? A quick in and out kinda situation! A short chase and he’ll return to camp victorious in his catch. Without a second thought, he moves forward to slink out of camp and into the moors.
Sheeppaw weaves around heather and wildgrass, pausing to catch any scents. Concentrating. Scents mingled with each other until it was hard to figure out which directions the various scents were coming from. Jaw set in determination, he wants to catch up to his friends at least and start bringing prey back to camp. Yeah! With a firm nod to himself, the lanky black smoke drifts forward large ears swiveling in every which way. With the wind blowing in a hushed whisper, he almost stumbles over onto his paws when he catches the scent of a mouse. Aha! His heart beating in his chest in excitement, he carefully crouches down then… He’s off. Tearing away from the ground, and streaking across the moor in breakneck speed. It feels good to run, the ground disappearing from his paws as he begins the chase. He sees the mouse scuttle and twist around heather and stray rocks. Panic hits him, he’s going to lose it! His first hunt– and he’s already losing it, it’s a mouse for crying out loud! Paws hit the ground, his body tipping forward as his neck cranes out with his maw open. Ready to snag his prey into his teeth–
Then he’s tumbling down. He grits his teeth as he slams into the ground as his prey darts away and out of sight. Dust flew up and onto his messy coat, from his sudden tumble. The shock leaves him scrambling into his paws while he tries to process what just happened. The mouse is long gone. His chest heaves, as his claws dig up the earth beneath him. Empty-handed. Sheeppaw lets out a yell in frustration, baring his fangs at no one around to witness his failure of a hunt. As the adrenaline begins to fade, he lets himself collapse in a heap of limbs with the occasional insect chattering. He feels… tired, so tired and all he wants is his comfortable nest.
He feels a tear slip from an eye, next there are more salty tears streaking down his face. Great, now he’s crying over a piece of prey. Not only did he miss the mouse– now he’s crying over it. There’s no more hunting for him tonight, it’s not worth it. But, he was just this close. He isn’t quite collected enough to sneak back to camp like this, eyes still rough from crying and breathes shaky. Sheeppaw just has to work harder than ever- train harder! Quietly watching the glowing smattering of stars in the sky, time passes. He doesn’t know long he’s been out here but it’s time to go back. Heaving himself onto his paws with a huff, he shakes out his pelt like a dog would trying to at least to get rid of the dirt. Determination settles in his chest, promising himself to not fail so horribly like that again.
While the night is a place to rest, the inky darkness swallowing all of them up, he feels more awake than ever. Perhaps it's the adjustment to being an apprentice, not feeling quite tired from the previous day’s activities. Flitting his eyes skyward, staring at the stars above. When will he make his first catch? Would the chase be exhilarating? How would he stand, flanks heaving to catch his breath as he stared at the mouse– or if he’s lucky? A rabbit. Hopefully? Would Gravelsnap praise him on his catch? Well, he finds himself thoroughly excited about the idea. With all the training and such, he’s been trying to focus on scent and sound first. Well… trying to anyway.
The moon shines down upon the sleeping figures. Sky - blue eyes were wide as he carefully moved himself up and out of his nest, tail tucked close. Sheeppaw weaves through the maze of apprentices, careful not to step on any wayward tails or paws. He finds his fur ruffled by a breeze running itself across the moors, he breathes. It seems… intimidating. Haunting. As if anything could be lurking in the wildgrass waiting to slither out and into view. It’ll be fine… right? A quick in and out kinda situation! A short chase and he’ll return to camp victorious in his catch. Without a second thought, he moves forward to slink out of camp and into the moors.
Sheeppaw weaves around heather and wildgrass, pausing to catch any scents. Concentrating. Scents mingled with each other until it was hard to figure out which directions the various scents were coming from. Jaw set in determination, he wants to catch up to his friends at least and start bringing prey back to camp. Yeah! With a firm nod to himself, the lanky black smoke drifts forward large ears swiveling in every which way. With the wind blowing in a hushed whisper, he almost stumbles over onto his paws when he catches the scent of a mouse. Aha! His heart beating in his chest in excitement, he carefully crouches down then… He’s off. Tearing away from the ground, and streaking across the moor in breakneck speed. It feels good to run, the ground disappearing from his paws as he begins the chase. He sees the mouse scuttle and twist around heather and stray rocks. Panic hits him, he’s going to lose it! His first hunt– and he’s already losing it, it’s a mouse for crying out loud! Paws hit the ground, his body tipping forward as his neck cranes out with his maw open. Ready to snag his prey into his teeth–
Then he’s tumbling down. He grits his teeth as he slams into the ground as his prey darts away and out of sight. Dust flew up and onto his messy coat, from his sudden tumble. The shock leaves him scrambling into his paws while he tries to process what just happened. The mouse is long gone. His chest heaves, as his claws dig up the earth beneath him. Empty-handed. Sheeppaw lets out a yell in frustration, baring his fangs at no one around to witness his failure of a hunt. As the adrenaline begins to fade, he lets himself collapse in a heap of limbs with the occasional insect chattering. He feels… tired, so tired and all he wants is his comfortable nest.
He feels a tear slip from an eye, next there are more salty tears streaking down his face. Great, now he’s crying over a piece of prey. Not only did he miss the mouse– now he’s crying over it. There’s no more hunting for him tonight, it’s not worth it. But, he was just this close. He isn’t quite collected enough to sneak back to camp like this, eyes still rough from crying and breathes shaky. Sheeppaw just has to work harder than ever- train harder! Quietly watching the glowing smattering of stars in the sky, time passes. He doesn’t know long he’s been out here but it’s time to go back. Heaving himself onto his paws with a huff, he shakes out his pelt like a dog would trying to at least to get rid of the dirt. Determination settles in his chest, promising himself to not fail so horribly like that again.
- ooc. a oneshot of a failed hunt for my boy </3 rip sheempers
- no ref yet </3
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( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
⤷ amab ; HE / HIM ; 8 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
— all opinions are ic
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— penned by calzone
