As the days moved away from that absurd raid with Skyclan the apprentice found more time on his paws than he wanted. He isn't sure what Owltalon is doing but he can say he does appreciate his mentor to a degree. His skills are being honed for stalking, for getting as close to prey as he can get before the chase begins. And so that is what he is practicing right now. Given the circumstances and the time of the season the pale creature is made for it. His thick white coat blends in, nary a mark upon his body to make him easily detectable and for the moment the snow has stopped long enough for others to go out and see what everything is about. This is the moment in which he finds himself stalking another of his clanmates. Stray thoughts of wondering what another cat's flesh tastes like. Not that he will try it. Oh no. He is not the type but to wonder is okay, to wonder and think is fine. The tom moves silently against the snow as he watches Firepaw and he also wonders where she is going out in this snow. Looking for prey most likely. His tail keeps steady, hovering above the ground as he inches his way along. Chilling blue eyes are fixated on the molly and the mere fact that he is closing the gap makes him exited. The pseudo hunt making his ears pull forward. The closer he gets to the other the more he concentrates. And soon he is close enought to suddenly sprint forward. With a hop forth he grins brighter as he attempts to wrap his paws around the other's neck and then try to pull her to the ground.
"Ah! What a big find I've caught!" Humor laces his tone as he hovers over the potentially downed apprentice, that same smile upon his muzzle. With a brief shake he sends snow falling off of himself. Shifting his paws then then try and help the other up "You okay, Firepaw? I didn't think I would have been able to sneak up on you. But then here we are."
Firepaw wasn't very proficient at stalking not compared to her skill at battle or running anyway - but she seems to have a talent for being prey evidentially. How truly ironic, she'd been outhunting herself seemingly refusing to stay in camp like she ought to be doing, she'd spent enough time holed up waiting for the never ending snowfall to end and she wasn't about to laze around like Snailpaw just because of some little injury, she wasn't a kit she wouldn't let a little bit of pain stop her even if every stride she took made her muscles ache and the claw mark on her side stretch uncomfortably with her skin. Suffice to say she's not in tip top shape even if she tries to act like she isn't burdened by anything; mind nor body she would claim she was fine just as strong as always not held back by a stupid little wound made by a even stupider mousebrained skyclanner. Still the occasional grimace curls her lips as she walks, it's not too big of a deal though she thinks it wasn't like anyone was watching her. She follows a faint scent, completely unaware to the fact there was far to fresh of another windclanners scent right behind her; Elkpaw goes unnoticed until she's suddenly pounced on and easily pulled to the ground. She yowls and spits claws unsheathing as she squirms, he's very lucky he'd gotten her from behind. ❝GET OFF ME! I'LL KILL YOU!❞ childish and simple but she's not thinking, not until he releases and begins to hover over her. She's quick to whip around to face her assailant a clumsy paw striking outwards claws extended in an attempt to strike at his face if he didn't move back. It's a predictable move.
She seethes rage burning in her eyes, she slowly gets up and despite how impressive his pounce was she's nonplussed and ready to give the other apprentice a peace of her mind. Her confusion settles though and no longer will she strike blindly, she blinks realizing that now she wasn't ambushed by any true threat but by Elkpaw. Her face grows hot with embarrassment, how did she not hear him or see him? She glowers as he speaks ❝I'm fine!❞ she snaps, teeth clicking with the force of her words as her jaws snap shut. ❝You got some nerve you oversized snow pile❞ she shakes her pelt causing snow to fly every which way off of her ❝You're lucky I'm not in the mood to beat ya into the ground cause if I was you'd be cryin' for Owltalon to save your tail❞ she huffs irritably, if it weren't for her wound and just how tired she was and her not wanting to be lectured she'd lay into him for sure!
( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )
Badgermoon was all in favor of real-world experience for apprentice training - life as a warrior didn't bear much resemblance to the careful coaching of apprenticeship, after all, which was why he believed in WindClan's harsher style. This being said ... the half-healed tom watched from a distance as Firepaw was surprised by the perfectly-camouflaged Elkpaw and winced just slightly at the ex-tunneler's reaction. Hoping to stave off a full-blown fight - though, he had to admit, Elkpaw should be expecting some sort of physical retaliation - he padded over as briskly as the snow and his injuries would allow. He gave a little grin to the two younger WindClanners as he drew up to a stop a few tail-lengths away, his brows arched and his yellow eyes bright with amusement. "If I were picking a target, I'd think twice before going after Firepaw. That's how you lose an eye!" remarked the broad-shouldered warrior, stifling a small chuckle. "Nice sneaking, though, Elkpaw, and good to see you're quick to react, Firepaw. Good signs for both of you, I'd say." not like there was too much doubt that either of them would make good warriors, but - a little praise always felt good, right? Though I don't suppose SkyClanners or RiverClanners could sneak up on us. The stench of kittypets and fish...it's a dead giveaway.
His eyes shine with mirth as the other yells, shouts at him with anger lacing her tone. What an overreaction. At least that is what he believes it to be. Even when she lashes out with her claws he merely pulls his head back and they whisk past his nose. Never does his smile fade as she lashes out now with her tongue. Then he chuckles as he pulls his ears back. "So jagged. Have you heard of relaxing, Firepaw? I for one am almost certain I'd flatten you." His voice is light and carefree, unbothered by her sharp words and instead he shifts as he moves around the other. Perhaps she needs some tlc, she seems rather twisted up tight. The apprentice grins a bit wider then as Badgermoon comes forward and his eyes get wider as he shakes his head a little. "But Firepaw is so much fun to tease. Her reactions are so explosive. I like it." He says it so casually as he looks at the deputy before he seems pleased at the compliment.
He has been working strong on his stalking. The pale creature has to given his pelt and his lack of blending in. It helps he supposes to work hard when he feels like it. There is a certain thrill about getting so close to his prey without them knowing it.
It's a matter of weighing the worth; she wants the pleasure of smacking the smile off of Elkpaw's maw but it's not worth risking her standing with the deputy, while Badgermoon was never a warrior she liked much when he was just that as the clans deputy she owed him much more respect then she may have thought he deserved. She never really knew what to think of his compliments, what use was her reaction time if she'd already been hit? Was he mocking her? He doesn't look like he's trying to be hostile though, it's strange how different he seems in camp compared to when he was leading them in the swells of the storm to Skyclan. It was like there were two sides of him and she doesn't know if one was more true then the other. It's more likely a problem with herself rather she knows it or not; praise feels so foreign to her so undeserved no matter how hard she strives to earn it she still never feels quite worthy.
She decides to continue to leave Elkpaw's fur unmarked by her claws, he's not worth it she has to remind herself over and over but the more seconds that tick by and every word he continues to say makes her closer to reconsidering that stance. She considers for a moment what to snap at him before deciding the best way to avoid him continuing to annoy her was to send him to annoy someone else. It worked for Snailpaw most of the time, she's sure it'd work with him as well. ❝If you want explosive reactions I dare you to try that with Lynxtooth or Juniperfrost❞ she snips, fur still prickled. ❝Bet'cha are to much of a mouseheart to try though❞ maybe he'd leave her alone and get his ears clawed off then he'd learn his lesson and no longer whoul she have to worry anymore about him pouncing out of every snow covered corner.
( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )
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