camp IT'S PROGRESS, WOULD YOU AGREE? ] hunting practice

[BLUEFROST]

Scorchstreak had scoured her with those trademark flame-colored eyes, had pinned her in place and ordered her to train the kits today... Bluefrost would rather be in the dankest tunnel, clearing cobwebs and facing badgers, but she clears her throat and gathers the children before her with a sweeping plush tail. The two that had requested a task are big-pawed and ready to leave the nursery soon; one is her own kin, Mintshade's daughter, Honeysucklekit; the other is Vulturekit, tempestuous-natured, secret-keeper. Bluefrost regards them warily for a moment before she sighs and forces her ungainly body into a hunting crouch.

"You will be providing for the Clan soon. It is important you pay attention," she says. She squares her shoulders, flexes her forelimbs, and stiffens her haunches. Her tail lays perfectly still behind her.

"Do not let your tail drag the dust. It will make noise that rabbits can hear." She flicks her tattered ear. "Put your weight on your haunches and step lightly with your front paws. This is for creeping up on still prey, of course. Once the creature notices you and runs, you must be swift enough to chase it through the moor." She eyes both kits critically — they are meant for different paths, she thinks, one for the tunnels and one for the moor, but speed is needed to hunt in either situation.

Bluefrost uprights herself, maneuvering around the thickness of her belly. "Alright. Who can show me the crouch I just demonstrated?" Her green eyes flick coolly from Honeysucklekit to Vulturekit, then to any participants who happen to be watching nearby.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @honeysucklekit @Vulturekit. but no need to wait :]
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 17 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan lead warrior and queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[honeysucklepaw]

If anyone should be the prime example for this, it should be Honeysucklekit. Her chest puffs out proudly under Bluefrost's gaze, knowing that she'd put far more practice into this than any of her peers (a biased assumption). She'd been ready to be an apprentice ages ago (she hadn't) and now had the chance to prove it in front of the babies that would follow in her paw-steps someday.

Her overzealousness and impatience to be the best of the best make her tactless... and in her rush to demonstrate what the perfect hunter looks like, she forgets to be mindful of her balance, where her weight ends up staying and finds herself leaning just too far forward in a way that cramps her muscles.

Nervously, she licks her lips and tries to hold that pose before ultimately losing the battle with the burn in her shoulders from holding too much weight, staggering forward awkwardly and frowning at the spot she'd just been crouched as if it were the dirt's fault she'd failed.

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'mistakes demand our acknowledgement.... if we intend to grow'
• HONEYSUCKLEKIT
  child of wind-swept moors
  she/her
  daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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[rivewhisper]

Owl-sharp eyes watch the kits with critically attuned vision- she wasn't sure why she was watching so curiously, it wasn't like she was going to get an apprentice, but seeing how Bluefrost handled this assignment, seeing how the older warrior taught kits who were sure to be frustrated with their short comings... perhaps it would be useful in the future. (Bluefrost wasn't that much older, but alas.)

She approaches on light paws, perhaps even silent without realizing it, moving to sit nearby. Her ears are perked curiously, and even she has to commend the form that Bluefrost used. It was strong, solid, tested by time and worn by experience- well, not that much more, but it was definitely well practiced. Rivewhisper's eyes turned towards Honeysucklekit, a small smile of encouragement on her muzzle... only to wince at the fail out of the spot.

Her tufted ear twitched, shifting under the uncomfortable sunlight. She doesn't speak- it is Bluefrost's place to correct and guide, not hers. If anything, you could almost say Rivewhisper was here to learn how to teach, not how to drop into a hunter's pose.

‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturekit stands tall in the face of Bluefrost, intimidating though she may be. If he's to be an apprentice soon, he needs to be the best that he can be. Which means, he has to pay attention. Soothe the racing of his rabbit-pace heart and listen.

He nods jerkily at her instructions, pays little mind to the kit next to him. She has enough confidence not to need (or appreciate) any help, surely. Instead, he grounds himself in his own body. He closes his eyes, visualizes the stance he had just seen. Tail raised just so, body lowered. Every muscle tensed and ready to pounce. It is a thing that comes easy to him, a creature of stealth and fear. His paw brushes the grass as he attempts a step forwards, letting the feeling guide him. He is quiet, every move calculated. His eyes slip open again, narrowed in focus and -

"Ah - !" The kit yelps, as though he were the one to fall and not Honeysucklekit. She staggers, and he straightens. Crouch forgotten, Vulturekit rushes forwards. "Are you okay?" He asks, looking her over for scrapes. She didn't fall fully, but... She seems pretty upset, and that's enough to worry him too.

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

• rolled a 20 for his crouch!!
  

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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