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[Cinderpaw]

Only a few tail-lengths away sat his prey, a large and chunky ball of moss. Imagination allowed Cinderpaw to think of it as a squirrel, one searching for it's next meal in the grass. It would be a good catch, an amazing accomplishment for the apprentice to bring home - if it was real. Getting into an imperfect hunting crouch, a tongue sweeps across teeth and a tail lashes. One paw forward, another, then his body scrunches up and off he goes, into the sky. The lack of calculations is obvious as Cinderpaw flies just short of the mossball, still just one tail-length away. At first, it seems as if a celebration of catching his fake prey is in order, only for the realization to set in. Disappointment crosses his face as he huffs, standing up straight and staring down at the mossball. "I thought I had it this time," mutters tom, brows furrowing in frustration. "I had that right..." Eyes roll before he trots over to the ball, batting at it softly.

god it feels good ✴︎ to be on cloud nine

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• CINDERPAW he/him, thunderclan apprentice, seven moons
  ⊹ a sh black-red tortie w low white and green eyes. he has a shorter build with a long tail and tufted ears, long lashes surrounding his eyes.
  ⊹ mentored by tba
  ⊹ gen 1 / npc x npc
  ⊹ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⊹ penned by doc ↛ m0dernd0c on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[OWLBARK]

Mossball was an epidemic on the ThunderClan camp. Not only did the kits play it - acceptable for their age - but warriors and apprentices as well. They could be spending their time doing important duties or honing their skills in more productive ways than... mossball.

The Stormguard loomed over the apprentice as he batted at his toy. His shadow casted over Cinderpaw and his green eyes were narrowed. He wasn't familiar with this young tom, and he already had his paws full with Trufflepaw.

"Maybe try it on something living. Perhaps your mentor can take you?" He suggested, voice terse. He wasn't exactly fond of having a young shadow, but he saw the practicality. Owlbark taught himself everything he knew, and he couldn't deny the practicality of younger cats having someone to teach them up faster and safer.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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  ☾ THUNDERCLAN STORMGUARD
  ☾ 51 moons, ages every 1st of the month
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[BRIGHTPETAL]

Large pupils flittered about with the movements of the mossball, a look of complete focus on the Deputy's maw. His tail quivered like a young hunter's, as if all his life was leading up to catching the mossball and kicking it to victory. He threatened to lurch forward as the mossball seemed to disappear, only for Cinderpaw to stand, revealing the mossy prey still uncaught. It should be his chance to shine, to turn this solo game into another clanwide excursion, but Owlbark approached first, stiff as his namesake, and Brightpetal was forced to reconsider. From his spot amidst the shade, the red tabby stood.

With an impish grin upon his muzzle, he moved beside his fellow council-pal. "Oh, mossballs totally cheat," he assured the younger tortie. "If you hunt prey, it's obvious what they're gonna do. Birds go upwards, bunnies go downwards, mice go straight, but mossballs? Mossballs do whatever they like! Betcha you'd ace catching a squirrel for real,"
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[BEARPAW]

Bearpaw was all too familiar with the infamous mossball. They had a variety of uses, after all: hunting practice, as Cinderpaw was using it for. Kits seemed to love batting them around too, but somehow, he couldn't get his younger siblings to participate in any games with them. Or any at all, for that matter! Watching the kits simply track their rolling with glassy eyes made the poor apprentice want to launch them right at their displeased expressions. That'd make them do more than act like they were watching grass grow, right? He'd never, of course, but that didn't mean he didn't think about it.

Cinderpaw seemed much more apt for batting it around, though, and Brightpetal's remark brought an idea to Bearpaw. He approached his fellow apprentice, tail twitching while his green eyes fixed on the equally green moss. "I could maybe push it so it, well, moves like prey," he suggested, "or throw it up in the air! Then, it's like yer snatchin' up a bird. What d'ya think?"

 

[Magnoliapeak]

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Magnoliapeak hasn't had much of an opportunity to take out her own apprentice, but she still finds herself curious as to the training methods her fellow mentors are using to teach their own charges. Of course, as she watches Cinderpaw attempt (unsuccessfully, at that) to 'attack' a moss ball, she makes her own mental note that she won't be using that method to teach anyone. "It isn't much use to hunt moss balls," Magnoliapeak echoes Brightpetal's sentiment as she appears alongside the deputy and Owlbark, though her tone is a bit less polite and encouraging "They aren't very much like real prey."

She glances in Bearpaw's direction as he offers to help Cinderpaw practice hunting with a moss ball that 'moves like prey'. It's a nice sentiment, sure, but Magnoliapeak thinks the whole thing would just end up being a gigantic waste of time on everyone's part. "Maybe some of us have time for a quick hunting patrol to let you both have some real practice," the dilute tortoiseshell suggests, glancing at Brightpetal and Owlbark. She doesn't mind taking the pair alone- though she would prefer if their mentors would somehow appear out of thin air and join them- but would like if someone with maybe... A gentler hand... Would accompany her.

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[Cinderpaw]

Cinderpaw pressed a paw into the mossball, soft enough to let it bounce back up into its original shape. There had to be some way he could get better at catching a simple ball, it couldn't be that hard, right? His thoughts are interrupted by a shadow, eyes and head turning to the Stormguard. For a moment, he forgot he was in the middle of camp, forgetting how... public his awful practice was. Back straightening, he fixes his slumped position to smile at Owlbark, glancing back at his mossball as the adult speaks. "I should, huh," eyes moving towards the entrance of camp. What if he failed at catching something living, though? Cinderpaw would at least learn from it. "I would probably miss everything I came across. Maybe only catch a leaf." A small giggle escapes, laughing at his own potential failure. It wasn't a funny thing, he knew he needed to help feed the clan, but hey, a leaf could entertain a few kits.

Another tabby appears, his attention now to the deputy. Cinderpaw had no idea he was around, nor was he aware that Brightpetal was also going after the mossball. Listening to the advice, he nods. A mossball could go anywhere and everywhere. If it was hit at the right angle, it would roll away, maybe bounce a little bit. Actual prey would just fall to the ground, right? Cinderpaw looks at the mossball again, tail flicking as his eyes then shift towards Bearpaw. A grin crosses his face. "Hey, that could work! Let's do it!" Hitting the ball towards Bearpaw, he stands up, fully ready to try again, before Magnoliapeak suggests something different. On one hand, that would work better. On the other... Mossball was fun. "Can I at least try Bearpaw's idea once?" A childish smile rests on his face. He would get it this time, totally.

god it feels good ✴︎ to be on cloud nine

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• CINDERPAW he/him, thunderclan apprentice, seven moons
  ⊹ a sh black-red tortie w low white and green eyes. he has a shorter build with a long tail and tufted ears, long lashes surrounding his eyes.
  ⊹ mentored by tba
  ⊹ gen 1 / npc x npc
  ⊹ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⊹ penned by doc ↛ m0dernd0c on discord, feel free to dm for plots.