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Afternoon shadows lie long against the foliage of the pine forest, like the looming and crooning ghosts of bygone era. The newleaf sun hid behind the veil of pall, as though it had grown tired of shining all day and now napped under the cover of grey clouds. None could blame it, as the season of storms was soon approaching. Turpentine shades rarely discouraged cats from flitting through the territory, and Chrysaliswing found such an idyllic day to be the perfect one to spend re-training Honeysplash. In fact, the cover from harsh rays of light was more than ideal for the amount of work he planned to do. When it came to teaching, Chrys was a brutal teacher, and some would certainly spit that he was a terrible one as well. But with the cream-colored cat, all of Chrys' umbrage seemed to slip away, as though it seeped into the ground as residual rainwater, as the verdancy and the dirt feasted on what animosity such a hollow heart could hold. Without his anger, held close like a dagger nested in a sheath, he felt as though he was an empty shell. He didn't know how to handle himself without the ire that had garnered him such a fiery reputation, but he opted not to sink into the depth of his feelings too much. It made him too melancholic, and melancholy was hardly the markings of a dutiful warrior.
"Make sure to keep your back arched, but not too much." The chimaeric tomcat instructed to his companion, if he were so allowed to refer to them as such. Though duress was often painted upon the warrior's cloudlike features, it had not made its home in the crevices of his visage today. Whiskers twitched at the prospects of any mice or squirrels to practice with. He had been less concerned with actually catching the prey itself, since the woodlands had been so graceful with their offerings, that he could just as quickly find another scent trail leading right to the den of his next meal. He crouched down, attempting to show Honeysplash the correct way to pose just before the final strike when hunting prey. Head bobbed, signaling that he wanted Honey to copy him. Unbeknownst to the two, a looming threat darkly glared upon them, with moonlit eyes portending certain doom. Lurking in the pitch-soaked gloom, it waited just as the hunter did to that which it chased. Patience, however, had abraded from it long ago, and now hunger remarked the very chill of its bones and the grim shine of its beak.
"Make sure to keep your back arched, but not too much." The chimaeric tomcat instructed to his companion, if he were so allowed to refer to them as such. Though duress was often painted upon the warrior's cloudlike features, it had not made its home in the crevices of his visage today. Whiskers twitched at the prospects of any mice or squirrels to practice with. He had been less concerned with actually catching the prey itself, since the woodlands had been so graceful with their offerings, that he could just as quickly find another scent trail leading right to the den of his next meal. He crouched down, attempting to show Honeysplash the correct way to pose just before the final strike when hunting prey. Head bobbed, signaling that he wanted Honey to copy him. Unbeknownst to the two, a looming threat darkly glared upon them, with moonlit eyes portending certain doom. Lurking in the pitch-soaked gloom, it waited just as the hunter did to that which it chased. Patience, however, had abraded from it long ago, and now hunger remarked the very chill of its bones and the grim shine of its beak.
