- Jun 9, 2024
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For the most part Ghostpaw was still relegated to observing on hunting patrols. Howlfire of course encouraged her to participate, but the young molly had yet to overcome an intense fear of messing up. The clan could starve if we don't catch enough prey. Leafbare is coming, real soon probably! It was best to leave hunting in more capable paws than her own. Today Teeveepaw and their mentor accompanied them, and Ghostpaw padded next to her fellow apprentice. She'd never talked to Teeveepaw much before. Ghostpaw wasn't 100% sure they could talk, and for part of their trek she debated if it was more or less rude to ask. She settled into silence alongside Teeveepaw for the time being. I bet they're a great hunter, no creature in the forest would ever hear them coming.
A flutter of movement drew Ghostpaw's wandering mind, narrowing her focus into a line-dance rather than a jazz-shuffle. She gasped softly as she spotted a ruffled brown thrush hopping about. It looked like it wanted to fly away, but its beak was tethered to the ground by a little pink thing.
"Teeveepaw. Hey, Teeveepaw, look at that," she whispered, excitement twitching her whiskers until she nearly sneezed. The hunt was all but forgotten for Ghostpaw as she focused in on the struggle between the speckled thrush and the fat worm that clung to earth like a squealing kit to her mama. The only bit missing was a voice; the creatures fought in mesmerizing silence. How is it hanging on? It hasn't even got legs. It must be so strong!
// please wait for @Teeveepaw., tag for Ghost’s mentor @Howlfire
A flutter of movement drew Ghostpaw's wandering mind, narrowing her focus into a line-dance rather than a jazz-shuffle. She gasped softly as she spotted a ruffled brown thrush hopping about. It looked like it wanted to fly away, but its beak was tethered to the ground by a little pink thing.
"Teeveepaw. Hey, Teeveepaw, look at that," she whispered, excitement twitching her whiskers until she nearly sneezed. The hunt was all but forgotten for Ghostpaw as she focused in on the struggle between the speckled thrush and the fat worm that clung to earth like a squealing kit to her mama. The only bit missing was a voice; the creatures fought in mesmerizing silence. How is it hanging on? It hasn't even got legs. It must be so strong!
// please wait for @Teeveepaw., tag for Ghost’s mentor @Howlfire