camp ❆ LOST IN PARADISE — Teaching hunter's crouch.

[THISTLEPAW !]

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Thistlepaw was not really fond of kittens. He avoided them as much as he could, but he was not outright cruel to them ( they didn't choose to be useless assets in their youth after all ) and only interacted when his apprentice duties demanded so. However, seeing the kits play among themselves and attempting the - frankly worst - hunter's crouch he's ever seen, it's like they're trying to annoy him. Their forms way off, to the point they can barely catch an unmoving object on the ground; it was baffling that someone like Bluefrost wouldn't have taught her children the very basics, but she was probably too occupied with her traitorous mate to notice.

His fur is on edge as he approaches the kits playing outside of the nursery, his tail-tip flicking irritably. "You're doing it wrong," He tells them, dropping into a crouch. "Like this. Keep your body low and don't let your tail touch the ground." Thistlepaw instructs, slowly walking along the clearing as if he were hunting. "See? Now you try it."

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 *:･ﾟ✧ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓

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  THISTLEPAW he / him apprentice of windclan
  son of Rattleheart x Venomstrike, brother to Bunnypaw, Crunchykit, Breezepaw and Splinterpaw.
  Lissom seal-point prickly-furred feline with white markings on his face, chest, belly, paws and tail. His tail is long and has a tufted tip.
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[JAYKIT]

Jaykit's ears pin against his head at the sudden critical voice of Thistlepaw. He's doing it wrong. Embarrassment burns his cheeks, and he quickly straightens himself up from his poor imitation of the hunter's crouch—so quickly, he nearly stumbles to one side from the momentum. "It's not my fault no one's ever taught me…" he grumbles, one paw scuffing the snow.

Until now. Thistlepaw drops into a crouch, explaining how they should keep their body low and their tail off of the ground. Jaykit leans forward, his ears pricking back up. He takes it in as best he could, trying to commit the image of Thistlepaw's crouch to memory.

Thistlepaw urges the kits to try again. Jaykit hesitates, not wanting to get it wrong again. But if he never practices, he'll never get it right. Then he could never be a great WindClan warrior. "Uh, okay."

Jaykit drops back into a crouch. Trying to keep in mind the advice that Thistlepaw had imparted. Keep low, tail off the ground. It's better, less sloppy than before. But his posture is still off, his crawl forward still awkward and stilted. At the very least, he manages to keep his tail lifted far off of the ground. Maybe a little too far, in his determination to get it correct.

He wriggles his haunches, then leaps, tiny claws outstretched. Jaykit grasps the moss ball he'd been stalking earlier between his paws and tumbles over with it, landing with an oof! Quick to scramble back to his paws, he turns back to Thistlepaw, the tips of his ears burning at his stumble.

ooc ⪼﹕ INFO

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• ■■■■■■■ ✶ jaykit. kit of windclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𖤓 amab male, he/him | aroace, single
  𖤓ㅤ 3 moons old | ages every 1st
  𖤓ㅤ descendant of barn cats | mentored by none
  𖤓ㅤ sh blue point
  𖤓ㅤ npc xx npc | close with ???
  𖤓ㅤ written by nico, ic opinions | tags‎

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