development ORBS OF LIGHT αΆ» 𝗓 𐰁 FIRST CATCH

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Sheeppaw still hasn't had a proper first catch. It really shouldn't bother him but it is frustrating that he is failing his apprenticeship. He's almost a warrior for crying out loud! He should've caught something a few moons ago. It's embarrassing. He remembers how he sneaked out to go night hunting, he failed at catching a rabbit. Badly. Maybe he'll never graduate at the rate he's going (he knows he's going to fail... he just knows it), with a shake of his head he follows his bicolored mentor.

It was almost the end of another long training day. Normally, he listens to lessons with a serious look on his face but this time... it's boring. Sure, his senses are trained to listen to his surroundings. Blah, blah, blah. A scent tickles his nose, making his turn to realize there's prey nearby- and Gravesnap isn't prepping to go after it. Sheeppaw swallows as he drops down in a low crouch, he'll be dammed if he loses this catch. Windswept coat brushes against heather stalks and grass, and the setting sun softly glares pinks and golds across the back of the apprentice. She slowly moves forward, watery indigo stains each shadow case she slowly allows. Then, she pauses something rustles near, she doesn't lift her head above the heather and wildgrass to see what it is. Sheeppaw kneads the earth beneath her paws, allowing the wind to aid her in her hunt by carrying the breeze and rustling through the various pastel waters of the moor. Her senses are focused, while she sniffs for the scent of a hare. Wow, that's a steal. It's just a rabbit's length away in front of her. She will catch it... if it is the last thing she does.

Her paw snaps through a sturdy stalk, and the hare scrambles away in one breath. But, Sheeppaw is stubborn; she will catch this thing. The apprentice is quick to give chase, pushing off the ground and racing after it. Adrenaline pumps through her muscles, she tears through the gales of the moors, lean figure catching the pink rays of the orange sun. The wind sweeping through her back, as he starts to speed up his chase. The black smoke presses his paws against the earth and leaps–

β€”Her heart beats in excitement, the apprentice's body tipping forward while her neck cranes forward, fangs bared towards the sunset light and her claws extended. Heather drifting about in the golden sea of the moorlands, the wind holding her up above it all... He slams his claws down upon the poor hare who cries out in panic. Sheeppaw is quick to deliver the killing blow, pushing his fangs past fur; he doesn't flinch at the neck snapping from the pressure. He feels a swell of pride at his catch. Chest heaving, as adrenaline begins to fade–he'd done it. He did it! Gravelsnap is watching him, he casts his sky - blue gaze across the fields. Then, he turns to focus on his most awesome catch. He had succeeded!

Sheeppaw picks up the hare in his jaws, hoping to find Gravelsnap soon! He wants to show off his catch to his parents and friends. So, the moor - runner apprentice trots away with perked ears and neck craned to see if he could find his mentor, he did go pretty far.
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  • ooc. obligatory menter tag: @GRAVELSNAP but no need to wait for them to post! also serving at his 100th post milestone ദࡍദി Λ‰ΝˆΜ€κ’³Λ‰ΝˆΜ )✧
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  • ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) Λšβ‚Šβ€§κ’°αƒ β˜† ΰ»’κ’± β€§β‚ŠΛš SHEEPPAW. β•± windclan apprentice.
    β€· closeted genderfluid ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
    ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
    ✢ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
    ✢ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
    ✢ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
    ✢ may powerplay minor harm β•± peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ✢ smells like night air & windblown heather
    β€” all opinions are ic

    β†’ biography / @ on discord for plots
    β€” penned by calzone
 
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It seems its not Sheeppaw's mentor that finds the apprentice first, but Periwinklebreeze instead - blue eyes flicking across a pale figure that mimics his own. He can't quite hide his surprise - nor the smile that stretches across his face, a quiet purr in the back of his throat. " A hare! l-look, sh-sheeppaw c-caught a hare, " comes chirping voice, as he nudged @Vulturepaw to grab their attention. " Is th-that your first? " he thinks it is - he hasn't seen Sheeppaw catch something before, and theres just... something about the pride she carries herself with that reminds him of his own. A rabbit - far less impressive then a hare.

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Λ–βΊβ€§β‚Š β˜½β—―β˜Ύ β‚Šβ€§βΊΛ– γ€€His dad crows praise for another apprentice, and Vulturepaw feels a little awkward. He's gently jostled as his father grabs his attention, wide eyes staring at Sheep-paw's catch. He wants to feel happy for his friend, but a current of self-consciousness leaves his paws shuffling. "A hare?" He blurts in disbelief.

Sure, Sheep-paw's older... But stars, how are they supposed to catch anything as impressive as that? They still haven't had a proper first catch yet... But they swallow back the nervousness and offer him a shaky smile. "That's, um... That's really c-cuh-cool, Sheep-paw!" Their voice comes out squeaky and uncertain, but the compliment is genuine - if a little bittersweet.


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    "SPEECH"
  • VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
    ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
    ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
    ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
    ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
    ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
➴➴ The heightened age for apprentices to become warriors had annoyed Gravelsnap at first. Thriftfeather had become an warrior at only nine months of ageβ€”but then again, he had been apprenticed younger than the likes of Sheeppaw and Thistlepaw. At least Thistlepaw has the excuse of being a new apprentice, but Sheeppaw? He’s been training with Gravelsnap for moons now, and his progress seems to be slowing to a crawl. The black-patched warrior can’t help but feel as though their current apprentices both pale in comparison to their first. Perhaps that’s just Throftfeather’s doing, though. They try not to worry too much about the lack of progress, but Sheeppaw is nearly old enough to be a warrior. How will he ever pass an assessment? And how will Gravelsnap ever live it down, if their apprentice fails horribly?

Sheeppaw goes after a hare and Gravelsnap watches, dark ears perked with interest. They do not offer their help; if the younger tom needs help, then he will have to ask for it. He has yet to catch his first prey on his own, so Gravelsnap hopes that he’ll manage to catch this one. And to their surprise, Sheeppaw does. He slams into the hare and dispatches it quicklyβ€”Gravelsnap watches with a proud puff of their chest and a smile tugging at the edge of their muzzle. They wait until Sheeppaw picks up the hare and begins to show it off before they approach the younger tom. "Good catch," they praise the apprentice, tipping their scarred head to him. Peri and Vulturepaw offer give their praise to the smoke-pointed tom, and Gravelsnap tips their head to gaze at their mate before returning their attention to Sheeppaw. "The first one is often the most memorable."

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  • GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
    β­ƒ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
    β­ƒ mate to periwinklebreeze ; sibling to slateheart
    β­ƒ mentoring sheeppaw & thistlepaw ; formerly mentored thriftfeather
    β­ƒ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed, but they hate physical contact & will lash out if not close friends / family
    β­ƒ penned by foxlore