this should be {[interesting...]}

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Spottedfoot, having fed up with waiting for about 5 seconds, looked around. He was rather bored. And even though his paw was throbbing, he hobbled over as quickly as he could to a near-by tree, and began to climb it.
It hurt—a lot—so his muscles worked overtime (for climbing a tree, at least), and were obvious beneath his short pelt. He stretched, but got hold of a low, stable branch, and pulled himself up. He balanced precariously on three legs, leaning on a nearby branch for support.
He could see, and was easily seen, as the tree was just beginning to bud and bloom, as the other cats followed him out. “Everyone ready?” He called down, his eyes dancing in the sunlight that danced down onto them; warming his pelt, his limbs, and his mood.
He then saw his dilemma: how was he going to get down? His one paw was bad, and landing on it was certainly not something Spottedfoot was prepared for. He stood there, rather awkwardly, looking down on the cats. “Let’s go hunting!” He cheered, trying to cover for the fact that he got himself in quite a problem.
Idiots plus trees plus injured paw is sure to mean disaster.

[Crowzerplorodon]

Jaypaw nodded at Stormclaw before turning toward the exit of the camp. His bushy gray tail flicked happily as he made his way after Spottedfoot. Pale green eyes glanced back at his mentor before the apprentice picked up his speed and made for the exit.

His fur caught on the few bushes and thorns which guarded the camp. The silver tuffs stood out against the dull colors of the plants. Despite the season, his fur was still too long, as if it forgot how to shed for the warmer times that were coming. Hopefully it would remember so his time could be spent for his clan and less on his fur.

"Spottedfoot?" He called as he left the camp, feeling a sudden breeze against him. "Where are you?"

“Everyone ready?” Jaypaw looked around for the tom warrior, but frowned when he didn't see the cat, even if he heard the voice.

“Let’s go hunting!” The apprentice frowned. Let me find you first! he thought to himself, lifting his nose to scent the air. But it wasn't needed, as he caught a glimpse of the toms fur in a tree as he looked up. Jaypaw turned his head to get a better view of the warrior.

"There you are," he mumbled to himself, keeping his gaze on the tom. "I don't think we can hunt with you in that tree."

[Whiskers]

Mistystream followed the eager Spottedfoot with more caution, but soon her hesitance began to drop away, bit by bit, as she left the Meadowclan camp. Her gait was as smooth as a river as she entered the fields, the grass tickling her sides and lifting a smile out of her. And the way the wind laughed as it ruffled her fur, she could tell that it was smiling too. And why shouldn't the wind be smiling on a day like this?

She slowed her movements down and her ears flicked back, listening to the steps of her comrade behind her as he weaved his way closer to where she stood, silently, a stone pillar among a sea of yellow-green. She strived to move on, to be as enthusiastic and silly as Spottedfoot, to taste the earth with her claws, but this was a hunting patrol. They would hunt together, like a family should.

Still, her senses worked without her permission. She smelled the grass and below the grass, she smelled the spice of the soil. She smelled the faint skin of a rabbit and could taste its flavor on the air. It was time to track it down properly and bring it back to the clan-- to her clan.

The muscles in her hindlegs tensed, her jaw opened slightly and then-- nothing. Her posture relaxed slightly and she turned to Jaypaw. "Let's see what you can do," she challenged him, giving him her rabbit, her catch. "Impress me."

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Spottedfoot nodded slowly, agreeing with Jaypaw. They couldn’t hunt with him up, stuck in the tree. He backed up, until his tail was pushed up against the trunk of the tree; so his behind was against it, too.
Maybe, if he went slow enough, he could just slide down.
Yes... that's what he'd do. He'd just slide on down.
First, he lifted his throbbing paw close to his spotted chest. He, steading himself by wrapping his tail around a thin branch that (if you will) branched off the main, thick branch, and tried to put all his weight on his hind legs.
But as soon as more than half of him left the branch, he came tumbling down to the ground.
He landed with a distinct oomph, sending a bit of dust into the air. He coughed once, and sat up. "That was fun!" he exclaimed gleefully. "Hey, does Jaypaw need help on his climbing skills? We could climb, instead of hunt..." His voice trailed off as his thoughts became immersed in thoughts of jumping through the trees--all play, no work. What he seemed to have forgotten was the fact that his paw was still injured, even if it wasn't bleeding anymore.
He grinned at the other cats, really thinking his idea was a good one. Spottedfoot rarely took much notice that other warriors acted like warriors. He thought that everyone just wanted fun, overall.

[Crowzerplorodon]

"Let's see what you can do,"

The apprentice turned to gaze at his mentor, green eyes full of gratitude and surprise. By now he could easily smell the rabbit on the air, his tail twitching slightly at the prospect of catching it. But his mentor did scent it first... it was her catch. Mistystream giving it to him like that was quite an act -- one he chalked up to his apprenticeship.

His ears flicked back at the sound of Spottedfoot scrambling down from the tree, and his body tensed as he watched the tom lose his footing and fall the rest of the way. A flash of worry for the warrior struck Jaypaw, but it was quickly release by how the older tom acted afterwards.

"Hey, does Jaypaw need help on his climbing skills? We could climb, instead of hunt..."

The image of Spottedfoot teaching him how to climb terrified him, to say the least. He could see Mistystream teaching him, her gracefulness would make it no hard task. But Spottedfoot...? Against his nature the apprentice shuddered, speaking to the warrior before thinking his words out.

"If you're going to do the teaching, I'd rather not." His ears flattened at how rude he sounded. Why did he go and say something like that! What a mousebrain he was.

[Whiskers]

Mistystream stepped back, her head lowered as her eyes fixed on her young apprentice-- though honestly, he was not that young. He was growing, growing fast, and though she was long and tall for a female, she could see that he was going to match her in size anyday. Then who could tell who was apprentice and who was mentor anymore?

In a few moons as it was, she would have to assess his performance and then he'd retrieve his warrior name. They would truly be "equals." (Mistystream could hardly see herself better then him though, especially when she mostly fumbled through the fighting lessons. The feeble nine moons is what separated them. Nothing more.) But these things... they were not important at the moment. What was important was that Jaypaw catch that rab--

Oomph.

Spottedfoot landed from the tree with a thud that disturbed the grass and ground-- his voice, loud and cheerful, scared off the rabbit. Mistystream instinctively tensed and then hissed, frustrated to no end that the prey had gotten away before they had even had a chance to retrieve it!

Mistystream felt some of her usual cool vanished, like a drop of rain would evaporate under a cruel sun. Fox dung to that clumsy tom! She turned to him, her claws scratching the ground, and her anger begged her to bare her fangs. But she did not. She just stared with agitation at Spottedfoot. Her gaze could cut through glass.

Her fur prickled proudly when Jaypaw talked. He had said the words she had wanted to say... but shouldn't. Couldn't.

"Some other time, Spottedfoot. I'll remind you that we are on a hunting patrol and that the needs of our clan comes before our own... amusement." Her voice was cold and contrasted drastically with her formal words. "Once we've caught a rabbit or two, we can attend to this task. Of course, that will be harder now that the prey has been scared away."

Mistystream let the next breeze lift her agitation away. Forget about the tom... don't let him get further under your fur then he already is.

"Well. Jaypaw, do you scent anything else in our immediate area?"

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Spottedfoot nodded dumbly. "I'll find more prey!" He exclaimed, and looked around, tossing his head from side to side. His jaw was parted and his ears were perked. He smelled strong squirrel, and he looked up. Sure enough, a squirrel was on the edge of a branch, nibbling on a nut.

It had no idea what cat it was over, or how desperate he would be to jump that high--to sink his claws into it.

His tail fluffed up, becoming twice its normal size. His eyes grew wide, his pupils almost taking up the whole coloring of his eye. That squirrel was his.

He bunched his legs together, looking up, his tail lashing from side to side. The squirrel was still sitting there, unaware. Suddenly, Spottedfoot sprang up, trying to sink his front claws into at least the tail of the squirrel.

Obviously, he failed.

The squirrel, in return to seeing a cat come at it, ran up to the top of the tree; while Spottedfoot's claws were latched into the bottom branch of the tree--ironically, the very one he was sitting on before.
With a loud sigh, he dropped back to the ground, this time landing on his feet...
"Ouch!" He mewed, licking his injured paw. He turned to the rest of the hunting patrol, his whiskers twitching in curiosity. "I was close, wasn't I?"

[Crowzerplorodon]

Before Jaypaw could reply to his mentor, his attention was taken by the kit-like warrior launching himself at the branch he had just fallen off of. Green eyes were glazed over in amusement as the large apprentice watched the tom warrior jump, miss, and hit the ground. Jaypaw almost broke into a fit of giggles when he saw the squirrel look back at the warrior in an almost-taunting way.

"I was close, wasn't I?"

Jaypaw chose not to say anything at this. Instead, he used the momentary silence to raise his nose and sniff the air, ears swiveling to pick up any and all sounds that might mean prey.

The strong scent of bird washed over him, but the apprentice knew they were high in the tree and an attempt to catch them would be futile. They were MeadowClan after all, not FogClan. Squirrel was another scent he could pick out, probably the same one that Spottedfoot had missed. Under those two strong scents was a weaker, but familiar, scent of rabbit.

He pointed his muzzle to a mound of short shrubs not too far and whispered: "Rabbit scent, that way."

[Whiskers]

Mistystream observed her young apprentice as he worked his way through the jungle of scents that surrounded him and then found one that he could hunt. Her ears twisted in the direction that he motioned and her nose searched for the same smell that Jaypaw had found. It was a rabbit, crouched behind the tufts of grass. She was a little suprised that she had almost overlooked it. How careless of her. Head in the game, Anka.

At least Jaypaw had found it. The thought of that was enough to pick up Mistystream's mood and she was smiling softly again.

Mistystream quietly shifted her paws and glanced toward Spottedfoot warily, willing the tom to stay still, or at least, to move quietly through the fields. They couldn't afford to lose another rabbit. This one was sure to run off and warn its friends and then they'd have an even harder time... Mistystream would not go back to the Meadowclan camp empty-pawed.

"Good job, Jaypaw," She murmured to the apprentice. "Now catch it and bring it back to me. Remember, stay light on your feet," Mistystream was still shifting her paws as she spoke, like she was going to run after the quick-footed animal instead of Jaypaw.

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[meeperz]

Spottedfoot knew one thing: rabbits were tricky little fellas. And if Jaypaw wanted to catch one, he'd need absolute concentration...one thing Spottedfoot never had. As expected, the numbers of rabbits he caught were rather low.

He itched to behave, tried to think not to distract the learning apprentice or scare away the rabbits. He had been so eager to go hunting, and what if it was all his fault they came back with nothing?

But when you were Spottedfoot, and so many things begged you to pounce: tall blades of grass swaying in the breeze; branches that loomed downwards and leaves on them that danced teasingly; and a butterfly that went up and down, almost in loops...

A butterfly...
His heart pounded faster, his pupils dilated, and his tail fluffed out. It was in reach, he knew it was. It was in his grasp. All it would take, is one little leap up into the air, and that butterfly would be all his.

No! He told himself. Don't ruin this again. That squirrel is watching, too, he'll laugh at you, he mentally mewed. It was all he could do to look at his paws.

But his eyes kept drifting to that butterfly, that would soon be out of his grasp.

Oh! How tempting it was...
So tempting, he began to twitch and shift his paws--kneading the ground--where he was sitting. Agony was apparent on his face.

Plus, his paw still kinda hurt.

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