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Post by glowlynose on Sept 24, 2009 20:19:45 GMT -5
Tawnywhisker tilted her head. Hah, what do clouds taste like? What a ridiculous question. How am I supposed to know what clouds taste like? She was quite lost for an answer. How could she really say anything to such inane and juvenile inquiries? If she went with her original impulse her response would be sarcastic and scathing, but she coud not simply refrain from answering. That would be rude, and it would hurt Shrewpaw as much as if she did not answer at all.
"I don't really know what clouds taste like, but I can tell you that cats don't 'ave wings b'cause if we did we'd all be flyin' around tryin' to catch one another like prey. 'Sides which, it'd look absoflippinlutely ridiculous if we had feathers on us." The she-cat licked her chest absentmindedly. It was so pretty out today. The few trees that were present in the area had different degrees of gold and green intertwined already, and sometimes a spot of fiery red or orange would break through. It was a very peaceful scene, and it even brought Tawnywhisker to a blissful sigh.
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Post by topaz on Sept 27, 2009 3:28:53 GMT -5
He painted an image of him having feathers and up in the sky playing with birds. That was just plain old silly. ¡°Oh¡¦¡± Shrewpaw felt a cold stab at his heart. When he was a kit, his mother would laugh and then tell him a funny answer. Feeling lonely and sad, he slowly formed a frown but smoothed it out again thinking be happy. ¡°Can we get going please?¡± Knowing the answer is yes he waltzed here to there trying to feel ecstatic.
This tom was a very optimistic cat and wanted to stay like that.
Stepping into a patch of earth where the sun was shining through the leaves, the tom looked back to see his mentor. The brown fur that slept on his back started to rise as his eyes spotted a vole. Changing his position into a hunter¡¯s crouch he had his eyes fixed on his soon-to-be prey. Step by step, trying to make the atmosphere quiet as possible. Gathering energy onto his hind legs he pounced as he landed straight on the vole then snapped his neck. ¡°Wasn¡¯t that awesome?!¡± He asked Tawnywhisker.[/color]
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Post by glowlynose on Sept 27, 2009 15:11:44 GMT -5
Tawnywhisker stood up. A strange sort of carnal power seemed to possess her limbs as she strode purposefully forward, only to stop right before her young apprentice. This was the cat that would be her servant and constant companion for the next long moons. He would be some of her only social interaction all through leaf-bare, and yet she could not help feeling some contempt toward him. One of the only things that she knew about this young tom was that he was not strong of faith in the least. He seemed to accept the mediocre faith of MeadowClan and StreamClan. He did not even thank StarClan for his catch!
“Shrewpaw, you must thank StarClan for your catch.” Tawnywhisker’s voice was stern, but not sharp. The mottled she-cat could never speak harshly to another cat. Her words may at times be bitter and accusing, but it appeared that she was incapable of putting any inflections in her meow beyond slight aggravation. However, the blaze in her eyes thoroughly made up for the lack of anger in her voice. “It was not of your design, but of StarClan’s that you caught the prey. You must always remember to thank Them for success.” She had drawn herself up to her full height now, and she cast a very intimidating figure indeed. If her words could not spur Shrewpaw into righteous actions, perhaps the sheer intensity of her attempted intimidation could. Either way, Shrewpaw would thank StarClan for his catch. Praises be to those who controlled the destiny of the forest! Tawnywhisker sent up her own silent prayer of thanks along with a plea to those who could soften Shrewpaw up, who could make him see how dim his faith was. She was worried about him. The clan would not take kindly to such a lack of fervor in faith. Shrewpaw could be cast from the clan!
“Shrewpaw, you must see. StarClan is to be thanked for everything, except for sorrow and death. Sorrow and pain are brought about by the actions of sinners. Death, well, death only brings good things to those who are righteous and pure. To everyone else it can bring only pain, and pain is a direct result of sin. Not thanking StarClan when it is due, not giving them credit for they deserve, is not only disrespectful and sinful, it is verging on blasphemy!” Tawnywhisker was absolutely livid. It was a moment of strange passion for her. Perhaps if her clanmates saw her they could not doubt her loyalty to their cause. Mistpelt especially seemed suspicious of the she-cat. She needed to do something to earn her trust back after that little run-in with Snake and Wrench. The stench of Snake’s festering impurity still burned her nostrils if she thought about the incident too much.
Tawnywhisker flicked her tail and kept her gaze fixed on Shrewpaw. He would thank StarClan. They would do no more training until he did.
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Post by topaz on Sept 29, 2009 0:14:48 GMT -5
The tom was pretty disapointed because his ears have not heard the words good catch but instead heard thank Starclan. Rolling his eyes a little he started to feel kind of annoyed. Wasn't it his mind rather he thank Starclan or not? Then he thought of something to cheer him self up. If this she-cat saw a PineClan cat hunt then she would be nuts by the time she comes back to camp. "Thank StarClan for this prey." He meowed in a low voice.
This wasn't what he wanted. Uh. The brown tom could just imagine him saying "Thank StarClan" whenever he caught a prey and he didn't even mean it. When his eyes saw apprentice and mentor relationship it was the opposite of what he was facing now. Shrewpaw felt himself shrink as he saw the expression on his mentor's face. She was well....strict in this and she was planning to dig deep if he didn't say what she wanted to hear. But lucky him he wasn't the stubborn kind of cat.
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Post by glowlynose on Sept 29, 2009 23:13:49 GMT -5
Tawnywhisker beamed at her young apprentice. He had done so well, and with so little correction from herself! He'd thanked StarClan, and now things were opened up for her to be a mentor again. The she-cat sent up a prayer of thanks to the obviously almighty and omnipotent cats above. It was brief, but it was definitely fervent. StarClan could not possibly doubt her feelings of gratefulness and humility after that.
StarClan, please help me with Shrewpaw. I do not know what to do. Please, please make me a good mentor for him.
"Excellent, Shrewpaw. Now," she motioned with her tail to the a clump of quivering grass, "Tell me, what can you scent over there? Try to keep your mouth open as you scent; it 'elps the smells to be picked out." The mouth-watering scent of a shrew was coming from the clump of grass, but there were a few drops of dew on the blades. That would mask the scent a bit and make it more difficult for an inexperienced tracker to pick it out. Ah, the little rodent had chosen a very strategic hiding spot. It was a shame that it had not counted on Tawnywhisker being there. A sharp nod in the direction of the grass would hopefully indicate to Shrewpaw that he was to catch the shrew.
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Post by topaz on Sept 30, 2009 9:13:09 GMT -5
He opened his mouth and drew in the scent of prey. But...what was it? Thinking that he had to reply fast, he just brought out his voice. "I-I-I think...um.." Shrewpaw opened his mouth and breathed deeply and tried sucking in the scent more closely. Yes! He knew what this prey was. "A shrew!" he shouted. The tom always felt good whenever he was stuck with a challenge but figured it out by himself.
"Right?" The young feline looked hopefully at his mentor. His ears twitched as he heard the shrew move."Uh..can I kill it?" The tom knew that the question was so dumb. There was an obvious answer right in front his face. Trying to run away from the annoyance he might receive from his mentor, he went into a hunter's crouch right away. Again, he did the same thing that he did to catch a prey. After a few seconds he had a shrew dangling from his jaws with blood painted on his mouth.
" 'Dis ish 'uh 'vurry 'fut 'shroo." Shrewpaw talked thickly and weird with a prey dangling from his mouth. This was actually fun. Something new came into his mind. The cute brown feline wanted his mentor to laugh. What bad reason can be there to stop him from seeing another face of his mentor? Nothing. Now, the forst step was coming. |
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Post by glowlynose on Oct 13, 2009 19:48:06 GMT -5
A breeze stirred Tawnywhisker's pelt. It was strange, she mused, how a breeze could even reach her to ruffle her fur through all the foliage overhead. It must have been a very windy day to a more exposed Clan. She smiled and let out a content sigh. Today was nearly perfect, excepting the fact that there was a little thing constantly chattering in her ear. Didn't he realize that constant jabbering would not only frighten away prey, but also made him a complete and utter nuisance? Ah, of course he couldn't realize it. The tawny-pelted she-cat was showing no signs of irritation whatsoever; in fact, she was managing to stay completely placid in appearance. It was her norm. An edge of hardness was now creeping into her eyes, but other than that she appeared to be perfectly at ease. She considered it to be a bit of a talent.
"Shrewpaw, it would be wise to speak as little as possible. You know how you can hear me right now? Well, prey that's close enough can too." Tawnywhisker picked herself up and stretched. It felt good; she'd been immobile for nearly too long. If she'd rested for much longer she would have petrified. My, what a surprise that would have been back at camp! With her long legs, she was over by a tree and up it in a heartbeat. A chaffinch was resting in the crook of a bough, and it was soon to be resting in Tawnyfeather's jaws. The catch was a relatively simple one, although she did get her paws tangled in a mass of little bits of colorful twoleg stuff that had been brought up the tree by a squirrel.
"Don't try hunting in the trees for a while, not until you get more experience. Let's move on now," she muttered to Shrewpaw after burying both of their catches. They could came back and retrieve them later.
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Post by topaz on Oct 21, 2009 8:53:51 GMT -5
Lowering his head because of his mistake, he slowly padded after Tawnywhisker.are we going? What are we going to do? How much do I need to wait till we get there?"Let's count. He had three questions when just moving a single steps. Yes, he knew that it might be annoying but that thought was always isolated by eagerness waiting for the answer. Going back into his memory, Shrewpaw was satisfied with the hunt he had made. But would have been perfect if he didn't talk so loudly. Well, there is always a next time. His brown ears twitched as mosquitoes buzzed around it.
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Post by glowlynose on Oct 27, 2009 22:32:12 GMT -5
Tawnywhisker rolled her eyes and gave a small sigh. Out here she could be more expressive of herself. There were not very many cats around, and so she had no reputation to uphold. Still, the reaction was a very slight one, considering the fact that Shrewpaw was jabbering incessantly about nothing at all and disturbing her carefully cultivated peace. Not only was her mental peace being blown to smithereens, but the fluidity of her motion was being disrupted by sporadic twitches. To say the least, Shrewpaw was bothering her.
"Shrewpaw, can you hear the faint rustling of the leaves when th' breeze blows through the trees? How about that vole over there, rooting around in the leaf litter? Ah, and your paws as they hit the ground," Tawnywhisker murmured as she whirled around to face her apprentice. "No? Well, that'd be b'cause of your constant talking. Silence, or even just being quiet, is really useful in lots 'o stuff. How much of what I asked you about could you hear? Not much, hm? I've got an idea. We're going to do a little excercise in ear training."
Ear training? Did I really just say that? What a stupid way to put it. Tawnywhisker mentally chastised herself as she prepared to explain the excercise. She'd just developed it as a way to get Shrewpaw to shut his flapping jaws, in all honesty, but then she figured that it might actually do him some good to do some training like that. "Okay. Here's how this is going to work. I am going to go off and hide somewhere nearby. And you're going to find me. Here's the catch: you can only use your sense of hearing to do so. Yeah. You're going to close your eyes and you're not going to scent me out. Keep in mind that the more noise you make youself, the harder it will be to find me. You ready, little one?" The mottled she-cat let a smug smile cross her lips for only a fraction of a heartbeat. That should shut him up pretty effectively. "Of course, when you're training with me, I'll expect you to be relatively quiet the majority of the time. You can focus better when you're not distracting yourself with vocalizing."
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