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❝ CALLIN' IT QUITS NOW ✧°.☀ ————————————
// minor tw for sensitive topics- injury/blood!
Solo-hunting. He has insisted on it again, to slip away from Greeneyes' flank. He was sure his mentor was somewhere nearby, judging by the lingering scent, but he didn't really worry about that. He knew his mentor would keep his space, since Falconpaw had politely requested it so. Well, unless there was reason for him to not be left alone, and so far, Falconpaw hadn't given him one. He hoped he didn't have to, in interest of keeping his sisters in line, or making sure others didn't know him out of his own.
A soft sigh left him, then a tiny sniffle- one that had started to chase him since the Lupinepaw tail situation. His cheek still ached from where Cherrypaw had barged in, but he couldn't think about that. His eyes blinked, turning his head towards a tree. He took a running start, claws digging in- those were getting stronger- and hoisting himself up into the trees. He slowed his breathing, ears twitching and rotating as he listened. A squirrel, he though, not too far away. He shifted his gaze, careful not to sway the tree, as he pinpointed it. A squirell indeed, resting at the end of a branch, seemingly waiting for a predator to come along- but it wasn't. Judging by the way it's head rotated and peered up, then scampered away caused Falconpaw pause. Instead of moving towards the prey, his head tilted up.
His breath caught.
He had been stupid. Stupid, stupid- A large bird- a falcon?- had began to dive for the squirrel, talons outstretched. And when the squirrel disappeared, it went for the next thing on that same outstretched tree branch. Falconpaw inhaled sharply, rearing his head back and flattening his ears. He and the falcon were about the same weight, so instead of trying to pluck him from the branch, it was attempting to weaken him. It happened in a matter of seconds. Falconpaw trying to duck out of the way, but the cruel talon that grasped his head caused him to cry out. It dug a gouge into his face, from the corner of his jaw up past his left eye, ending neatly just past his ear.
Not that there was anything neat about the injury. Blood started to drip as he leapt upwards, his claws knocking into the chest of the bird simultaneous to the wound he received. With that? He split. There was no way he was going to stick around to do a 'hero's' job or anything like that. Scrambling down to the floor of the forest, he slipped. Landing with a strange crack, one that exuded pain in his left paw, he pushed to his paws. Racing away from where the bird, his namesake, had been hunting.
// @GREENEYES mentor tag! the falcon will likely fly away within the next couple posts on this thread! a couple blood-stained feathers will have floated down from the branches, if anyone wants to grab a couple >:)
note: prompt is as follows
2. While high in the trees, Falconpaw sees his namesake circling a bit of prey below. Does he run from this fearsome predator, or does he watch and learn from the bird of prey he's named after?
"SPEECH"
// minor tw for sensitive topics- injury/blood!
Solo-hunting. He has insisted on it again, to slip away from Greeneyes' flank. He was sure his mentor was somewhere nearby, judging by the lingering scent, but he didn't really worry about that. He knew his mentor would keep his space, since Falconpaw had politely requested it so. Well, unless there was reason for him to not be left alone, and so far, Falconpaw hadn't given him one. He hoped he didn't have to, in interest of keeping his sisters in line, or making sure others didn't know him out of his own.
A soft sigh left him, then a tiny sniffle- one that had started to chase him since the Lupinepaw tail situation. His cheek still ached from where Cherrypaw had barged in, but he couldn't think about that. His eyes blinked, turning his head towards a tree. He took a running start, claws digging in- those were getting stronger- and hoisting himself up into the trees. He slowed his breathing, ears twitching and rotating as he listened. A squirrel, he though, not too far away. He shifted his gaze, careful not to sway the tree, as he pinpointed it. A squirell indeed, resting at the end of a branch, seemingly waiting for a predator to come along- but it wasn't. Judging by the way it's head rotated and peered up, then scampered away caused Falconpaw pause. Instead of moving towards the prey, his head tilted up.
His breath caught.
He had been stupid. Stupid, stupid- A large bird- a falcon?- had began to dive for the squirrel, talons outstretched. And when the squirrel disappeared, it went for the next thing on that same outstretched tree branch. Falconpaw inhaled sharply, rearing his head back and flattening his ears. He and the falcon were about the same weight, so instead of trying to pluck him from the branch, it was attempting to weaken him. It happened in a matter of seconds. Falconpaw trying to duck out of the way, but the cruel talon that grasped his head caused him to cry out. It dug a gouge into his face, from the corner of his jaw up past his left eye, ending neatly just past his ear.
Not that there was anything neat about the injury. Blood started to drip as he leapt upwards, his claws knocking into the chest of the bird simultaneous to the wound he received. With that? He split. There was no way he was going to stick around to do a 'hero's' job or anything like that. Scrambling down to the floor of the forest, he slipped. Landing with a strange crack, one that exuded pain in his left paw, he pushed to his paws. Racing away from where the bird, his namesake, had been hunting.
// @GREENEYES mentor tag! the falcon will likely fly away within the next couple posts on this thread! a couple blood-stained feathers will have floated down from the branches, if anyone wants to grab a couple >:)
note: prompt is as follows
2. While high in the trees, Falconpaw sees his namesake circling a bit of prey below. Does he run from this fearsome predator, or does he watch and learn from the bird of prey he's named after?
"SPEECH"