- Feb 29, 2024
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ooc: @SPARKPAW backwritten to the day after the meeting :D!
Nerves buzzed around in Addersnap's stomach like an angry swarm of bees, each pinch a sharp sting as the cold wind softly licking by his curly fur. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been on a territory tour himself -- though if memory served correctly, he was about the same age as Sparkpaw now. 'Yikes.' The tabby shook out his pelt to rid himself of the fear that gripped his body, claws itching to sink into the ground beneath him. What a terrifying thought.
Habit had carried his paws to the Great Sycamore, the main landmark he had gone to in order to practice his bird hunting skills. A pain was sent through his chest as he thought back to how difficult it had been back then. Addersnap couldn't catch them the moment he made eye contact with such a breathtaking creature -- now he doesn't even notice the crunch of their bones. Stopping next to the gigantic tree, the warrior turned to look up at the canopy above them in silence, letting it waft over them in a peaceful eeriness. "'M sure ya ol' mentor showed ya 'he Great Sss... Sycamoore, yeah?" His raspy, breaking voice broke the tension as he called attention to the tree beside them, blue jay feathers grazing its bark as he pat the trunk of it. "T-they pro'ably showed ya a lotta stuff 'n Thunde'Clan, mm? Have 'ere been 'ny bordering clan's ya haven' been to? Aren't famil'ar with?" Drawing his focus back to his apprentice (his apprentice!), Addersnap observed him through his half-lidded stare with expectancy. Though he himself was inexperienced in his field, he was damn well going to make sure he had the best trained apprentice from his graduating group.
Nerves buzzed around in Addersnap's stomach like an angry swarm of bees, each pinch a sharp sting as the cold wind softly licking by his curly fur. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been on a territory tour himself -- though if memory served correctly, he was about the same age as Sparkpaw now. 'Yikes.' The tabby shook out his pelt to rid himself of the fear that gripped his body, claws itching to sink into the ground beneath him. What a terrifying thought.
Habit had carried his paws to the Great Sycamore, the main landmark he had gone to in order to practice his bird hunting skills. A pain was sent through his chest as he thought back to how difficult it had been back then. Addersnap couldn't catch them the moment he made eye contact with such a breathtaking creature -- now he doesn't even notice the crunch of their bones. Stopping next to the gigantic tree, the warrior turned to look up at the canopy above them in silence, letting it waft over them in a peaceful eeriness. "'M sure ya ol' mentor showed ya 'he Great Sss... Sycamoore, yeah?" His raspy, breaking voice broke the tension as he called attention to the tree beside them, blue jay feathers grazing its bark as he pat the trunk of it. "T-they pro'ably showed ya a lotta stuff 'n Thunde'Clan, mm? Have 'ere been 'ny bordering clan's ya haven' been to? Aren't famil'ar with?" Drawing his focus back to his apprentice (his apprentice!), Addersnap observed him through his half-lidded stare with expectancy. Though he himself was inexperienced in his field, he was damn well going to make sure he had the best trained apprentice from his graduating group.