- Jan 27, 2023
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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.
"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.
- 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.sootstarxweaselclaw, gen 2.
— penned by Marquette.
lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.