- Mar 4, 2023
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i'm no good man, you won't forget◎—————————————————
Goldenpaw held a quiet pride to himself, well he would call it quiet. No one else would however. The boy reeked of undeserved confidence, fake in nature and yet still so obnoxious. At some point you would think the scar on his chin from a failed hunt would remind him to keep his mouth shut. Yet today the wiry, big-nosed apprentice made the choice to announce to the other apprentices that he was going to go and kill a sheep from the horseplace, and then there would be a feast. Now, this was something he understood would not really be possible, though he understood that at the back of his mind. He wasn't really on planning to go and kill a sheep, but then a couple of the other apprentices called his bluff. They said sheep are too big to be killed. Goldenpaw of course protested this. The fiery eyed tom then had only one choice, he asked his mentor if he and some other apprentices could go hunting on the moors together, they said yes. So he told the neigh sayers to do the same and soon he and a small group of apprentices moving over the moors.
Goldenpaw stood at the fence. The group had moved past the horses and now found themselves staring down a group of walking clouds. They smelled bad, they also happened to be a clustered together, it was hard to see which were the weakest. To try and get a better view Goldenpaw scrambled onto one of the posts that made up the fence. Up there he could see one that stood out, it had thick brown horns curling down it's head. A puzzled expression fell onto his face as he tried to figure out what was wrong with it. Maybe it was deformed or something? It also was on it's own instead of being with the herd. Probably the weakest target "Alright, I'm going to get that one with the stupid things on it's head." he pointed a claw at it and then launched off the fence post.
If the cats watching him said anything about the fact that this sheep appeared larger than the rest, and well happened to be a ram, he didn't hear it as the blood pumped through his ears deafeningly. He wasn't scared though, his heart usually beat this fast, and his legs definitely weren't shaking as he dropped into a hunting crouch. The grass in the pen was short and offered no cover so he wasn't really doing much besides delaying his attack. "Starclan this thing keeps getting bigger" he thought as he got closer and closer to the curly "prey". Maybe he couldn't kill this thing... but no, he was in too deep now. He wouldn't chicken out.
Now he stood tail lengths away from the sheep, it did not care. It must be stupid too, this boosted Golden's confidence ever so slightly as he finally stopped creeping forward. Showtime, his haunches compressed with energy and his claws dug into the dirt in eager readiness. One breath out, one breath in, and then he exploded. Like a hawk he flew through the air, aiming to land on the hind leg of the sheep, and he hit it. Thumping into the rump of the things his claws caught like velcro. Which turns out is not a great thing when the ram starts hopping around. In an instant Goldenpaw is being taken for a ride as the ram starts bucking and rearing around the pen. Goldenpaw's teeth are clenched harder than they've ever been as he prays his claws don't rip out and leave him flying. Now the rest of the herd was starting to panic, wondering what possible demon had possessed their ram.
Now for the rest of the world all this had happened in about thirty seconds, for Goldenpaw though he had been holding on for thirty moons. After thirty moons paws get tired of being flexed and start to weaken. The ram tussled and leapt through the air and with it Goldenpaw was thrown to the grass. His wind was knocked out of his lungs as he bumped against the dust. While he wanted to just sit and catch his breath the ram was not going to allow that to happen. Soon black hoofs flashed across his pupils and the flaring nostrils of the ram blew warm air into his face. His feet fumbled to find traction as he tried to weasel away. The ram kicked up dirt as it readied to charge and just in time Goldenpaw gripped the dirt and flung his body up like a ragdoll.
Now the ram is chasing Goldenpaw and the hunt could probably be considered a failure. While Goldenpaw is not enjoying it, there is no denying it's comedic value. As the lilac tom barely makes it underneath the fence, a mighty crack from the ram's large head smashing into the board Golden slipped under rings into the air. Safe at last, but only from the ram, there was no saving him from the ribbing that was about to occur from his audience. The ram snorted one last time to establish himself and then turned to return to his herd, and with that Goldenpaw could try and gasp for some air.
// @EAGLEPAW.
rude words i said, i'm still a mess◎————————◎penned by WriteAboutRadish