- Nov 7, 2023
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- 10
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Though Daisypaw didn't realize it yet, every day that was spent training was a day that he went back to camp having learned something, having gotten closer to his goal of becoming one of the best warriors the clan could offer. He didn't notice the way he had begun to tip-toe quietly through underbrush instead of accidentally crashing through it. His tail was no longer casually waving behind him and rustling the leaves and sticks that were on the ground, paws carefully moved without realizing it, no longer stepping on sticks and kicking rocks in the direction he was trying to go. Every day he had gotten closer and closer to the prey that the clan members learned to hunt, and though he hadn't noticed it before - too caught up in what went wrong to realize that as time went on there were more rights happening - but now he noticed.
A vole scrabbled in the debris of the pine forest, moving fallen needles to the side to try and dig at the ground underneath to search for any food that could be found in the moment. The angle was perfect, he was downwind, and he was silent, he was still as a statue. Daisypaw's eyes widened as his whiskers twitched, would this be it? Would he be able to take food home to his mother and his new sibling with prey not from the fresh kill pile but that he'd caught out in the territory alongside his mentor?
Just as the vole's head began to move, his paws left the ground as Daisypaw pounced, connecting with the small creature before a swift killing bite turned living to dead and his head shot up, hanging from his jaws not only the first prey he'd killed but the biggest smile he could muster from behind it.
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Tail was high in the air as the apprentice moved through the gorse tunnel that was the entrance to camp, eyes flicking around for the familiar tri-colored pelt that he'd known his whole life. "Mom!" He'd move towards the nursery as soon as he was allowed to, hoping that the muffled sound of his voice was still recognizable around the vole. "Look! I caught a vole!" All by himself.
A vole scrabbled in the debris of the pine forest, moving fallen needles to the side to try and dig at the ground underneath to search for any food that could be found in the moment. The angle was perfect, he was downwind, and he was silent, he was still as a statue. Daisypaw's eyes widened as his whiskers twitched, would this be it? Would he be able to take food home to his mother and his new sibling with prey not from the fresh kill pile but that he'd caught out in the territory alongside his mentor?
Just as the vole's head began to move, his paws left the ground as Daisypaw pounced, connecting with the small creature before a swift killing bite turned living to dead and his head shot up, hanging from his jaws not only the first prey he'd killed but the biggest smile he could muster from behind it.
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Tail was high in the air as the apprentice moved through the gorse tunnel that was the entrance to camp, eyes flicking around for the familiar tri-colored pelt that he'd known his whole life. "Mom!" He'd move towards the nursery as soon as he was allowed to, hoping that the muffled sound of his voice was still recognizable around the vole. "Look! I caught a vole!" All by himself.
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baby's first prey!
mentor tag @FIGFEATHER & looking for @butterflytuft but no need to wait!
This takes place in camp, I just wanted to write the first bit as a precursor to what happened before he got back! -
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♡ cannot properly control emotions
♡ born november 8, 2023. ages realistically
♡ sexuality unknown ; interested in no one
♡ adopted by Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish
♡ brother to Weedpaw and Fluffypaw
♡ easy to befriend ; easy to upset
♡ "speech", thoughts, attacking
♡ peaceful powerplay allowed