development THE DRUNKEN SAILOR, WELLERMAN WHALER [ ✶ ] FIRST CATCH

[Graypaw]

It was by no means the perfect day. Clouds hung heavy in the sky, threatening in their weight as they promised an incoming storm. The air was thick and muggy with barely a breeze to stir the surface of the water of which he stares into. There, just past his reflection, was that movement? He leans in closer so that he may peer past the glassy clouds and distorted image of himself, trying desperately to catch the gleam of fish-scales that would give his prey away. He has yet to catch anything, but that's okay, he's told. Not everyone catches something in their first moon of training. Not everyone was born a natural. And wasn't that the truth. It did come easily to him, the stillness and the quiet, but five times now today he has tried. Five times now he has failed. His mother and his fellow apprentice are more than likely growing impatient, he swears he can feel eyes burning holes in the back of his head as each agonizing second draws past. Just one more try he had pleaded, a whine in his voice reminiscent of kit days, but he had been permitted so here he was, once again hunched over the water, every bone in his body tense as he swipes his tongue over his lips in his concentration, in his nerves to finally do it right.

And all of a sudden - there. Was that movement? Aim for where it's going to be he reminds himself as his paw flashes forward. And stars, it works! His claw hooks into soft flesh, scales brushing against his fur. The sensation almost panics him, almost makes him lose it completely in his shock but he holds on. His eyes shine in triumph even as its revealed his catch is not anything particularly impressive. At the end of his claws a minnow flops to shore, small and gasping for breath. He kills it swiftly, the way he was taught and, regardless of how paltry his catch actually was, when he turns to Lakemoon and Splahpaw, there is happiness in his bright green eyes "Did you see that? I-I caught something!" he breathes, his fluffy tail waving in the air and one paw still holding down his prey, as if he's afraid it'll somehow reanimate and find its way back into the river.

// mentor and fellow apprentice tags! @LAKEMOON @splashpaw but no need to wait for them!

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

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  GRAYPAW RIVERCLAN APPRENTICE ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO TBD ; MENTORED BY LAKEMOON
  

  A plush coated apprentice with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ What an exceedingly dreary day. The clouds are almost oppressive with the weight they are carrying and honestly perhaps they do need the rain. What little bit they do get now may help them in the long run but for her the mugginess can just go away now. It feels like the very air is trying to saturate her fur. A rough sigh leaves her throat as she steps along the shore of the water, the waves rushing over her paws as she walks along. Ears angled back the molly is listening to the birds that flitter through the air and the songs they are weaving. At least to her it is a peaceful day and not one built with stress and pain. Those volatile eyes of hers are lingering on the water before she sees a small group up ahead. Lakemoon, Splashpaw, and Graypaw. One of them is meticulously watching the water. Focused and she finds herself watching as well. Anticipating the action that will being success to their attempt. Her eyes narrow as she watches the flash of fish scales and a paw that goes in.

With a soft hum, a pleased expression crosses her features as it comes up from the water and flops on the bank. Stepping forward she smiles casually. "That is a good catch. Amazing job Graypaw. I'm sure the kits will love it. Or maybe the Elders." Though she isn't sure if the Elders have been fed or not she is impressed none the less with the catch given that smaller fish are faster, sometimes harder to catch.​

 

[eaglepaw.]

His mentor and himself had only been passing- but Eaglepaw's request to settle for a moment didn't go unheard. He did what he was asked, excelled at patrol manners, and wanted to watch his brother a moment- wanted to see how he was progressing, despite what felt like a small void between them. He ignored the thought of a bloodied rock in camp as his vision focused on the familiar pelts. Their mother was standing there too, his ear twitching towards her in silent greeting. No need to disrupt his brother's concentration.

Then- yes, his paw flashes in the water, and Eaglepaw is all but holding his breath. Green eyes shown with admiration as Graypaw's body turned, minnow pinned and quickly killed. Midnightash is near as well, quick to voice praise, and he is approaching moments later himself. "A clean kill. Well done, Graypaw." He said, grin slowly finding his face. "Seems I'm behind now. I'll have to catch one soon." He is almost teasing him. A competition, one of friendly spirits.

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• EAGLEPAW he/him, apprentice of riverclan, six moons.
  ⭃ LH black tabby with intense, greenleaf-green eyes. a bit taller then average, with a powerful frame and graceful movements, carries himself with pride. normally seen with a slight smile or a serious face. someone you can rely on.
  ⭃ mentored by npc / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / littermate to graypaw, and streamkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[valesight ➶]

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Valepaw was not a stranger to hunting... it was one of the few skills he could boast of outside of his affinity for getting himself into sticky situations. Still, he doesn't feel bold enough to instruct his youngers on how to better improve either. It's best to leave that to their mentors right... even if he's due to be a warrior soon, he cannot imagine the nervousness that comes with having a him-sized shadow to worry about. Graypaw's one of those shadows.... younger, of course, substantially, but from a promising bloodline, one stained in blood since his birth. Maybe bloody starts got you a better path....

He felt like his was alright...

A minnow arcs onto the shore with a deft swipe of novice paws and with an elated grin, the silver tom asks if anyone saw it... to be met immediately with celebration. "Already," he asks, lips peeling up towards a friendly smile, "Might just become our best hunter yet!" It's wishful thinking, when there are still those amongst RiverClan who began their training at a younger age (himself included) but... the poor guy needed something good to reach for in the chimera's opinion.​

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