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Skypaw detests idling; he'd much rather de-tick the elders three days in a row than sit around and wait for something to happen. Perhaps that's why his mentor, Scaleclaw, is so often keen on setting up silly little missions for him to complete whilst on training exercises. Anything to keep his attention, perhaps. And more often than not the extra tasks are not far from his wheelhouse of expertise; today, for example, Scaleclaw simply asked him to catch a squirrel who's tail was roughly half of its size. And catch a squirrel he does - it takes most of the morning, but he manages it.
"Leave it with the rest of the prey," his mentor rumbles as they re-enter camp, the younger tom's catch clutched only by the docked tail it possessed. Skypaw looks at him incredulously at first, wondering why he couldn't snack on his catch, before simply obeying the warrior without much question. He deposits his portion to the fresh-kill pile, hoping in the very least some kittens or queen will eat it, not some dopey warrior. He moves to rejoin his mentor, anticipating another task or goal, when Scaleclaw simply waves a paw, "We were out all morning, Skypaw. Let's rest our paws for a few breaths, hm?" Again, a look from the mottled feline, before nodding and slinking away.
He doesn't situate himself too far from Scaleclaw, waiting for the tabby to collect himself once again and bring him a new goal to shoot for. Skypaw spends the time grooming himself - productivity shows itself in many ways, he supposes. Nonetheless he fiddles with an annoying cowlick, hardly listening to the noise of cats as they bustle around him.
Skypaw detests idling; he'd much rather de-tick the elders three days in a row than sit around and wait for something to happen. Perhaps that's why his mentor, Scaleclaw, is so often keen on setting up silly little missions for him to complete whilst on training exercises. Anything to keep his attention, perhaps. And more often than not the extra tasks are not far from his wheelhouse of expertise; today, for example, Scaleclaw simply asked him to catch a squirrel who's tail was roughly half of its size. And catch a squirrel he does - it takes most of the morning, but he manages it.
"Leave it with the rest of the prey," his mentor rumbles as they re-enter camp, the younger tom's catch clutched only by the docked tail it possessed. Skypaw looks at him incredulously at first, wondering why he couldn't snack on his catch, before simply obeying the warrior without much question. He deposits his portion to the fresh-kill pile, hoping in the very least some kittens or queen will eat it, not some dopey warrior. He moves to rejoin his mentor, anticipating another task or goal, when Scaleclaw simply waves a paw, "We were out all morning, Skypaw. Let's rest our paws for a few breaths, hm?" Again, a look from the mottled feline, before nodding and slinking away.
He doesn't situate himself too far from Scaleclaw, waiting for the tabby to collect himself once again and bring him a new goal to shoot for. Skypaw spends the time grooming himself - productivity shows itself in many ways, he supposes. Nonetheless he fiddles with an annoying cowlick, hardly listening to the noise of cats as they bustle around him.
