Out on the Prowl! Sort of... [Sunstar]

[.Torn\\ Mirage]

Palepaw bounded through his territory, a bit nervous about being away from his brother, but eyes glowing with excitement for another training session. His fur, close to white, only helped during leaf-bare for hunting, but he planned to become strong enough to make up for that disability. Skidding to a halt in the forest, he raised his nose to the air. He lost Sunstar's trail, unfortunately, and was certain that he was nearly to the place that the leader had meant for him to come.

The tom could only hope. Well, he stopped worrying and dropped down into a hunting position he had been working on for so long. Creeping across the ground, his eyes darted around in search of prey, however, he became impatient and simply lunged at the first thing that resembled a meal. Unfortunately, it was only the feather's leaft over from a bird's shedding. His ears pricked at the sound of mice scuffling away, Palepaw spotting it only just before the thing disappeared between the roots of a tree.

(ooc: Short post, just for the sake of posting... headache -fails-)

[Sundown]

Sunstar limped through the forest. His mind was still locked on thoughts of the fox and all that had happened since then. So what if he had been injured, or the fact that it had reopened everytime he decidedto leave. The Clan had to be fed, cared for, led, and Palepaw especially needed to be trained. Sunstar would not let himself look weak though it would be the smarter move to just stay and wait for it to heal. He dismissed those thoughts though. Afterall he would have plenty of time to heal all of his injuries when he decided to slow down. That alone would be hard for him, but with his bouts of coughing and the limp he already had it just spelled a weak later life for the leader.

Sunstar flicked the thoughts from his mind as he lashed his tail, he was quickly approaching the spot he had told Palepaw to meet him at. It was a good chance to test the apprentices abilities to track and guide himself in the forest. Even if there was a gang of foxes around, Sunstar was a perfectly capable scenter and had made it a point to stay near the young tom. ZFinally he spotted Palepaw a little way away from where he was told to go. He was practicing a hunting crouch, but in the time he did so a mouse that he had obviously not scented was scared off by his sudden movement.

Sunstar stepped from the undergrowth and narrowed his eyes at the tom. " It would probably help if you scented for prey first, the best way to practice a hunting crouch is to actually put it to use. Also you can't expect all prey to just be in your sight, we were given noses for a reason. Start using yours." With that Sunstar set himself up for a grumpy looking mood, maybe it was because his shoulder had started to throb or perhaps it was the sudden fit of coughing that came after as well. Something had to keep his voice gruff and masculine, it seemed a permenant case of whitecough had done the trick.

[.Torn\\ Mirage]

Ears heated, Palepaw could not deny his embarrassment, but the words Sunstar spoke seemed to go through one ear and tumble out the other, the young tom just nodding as fast as he could. "I understand, Sunstar!" It wasn't that the apprentice didn't get the reason, it was that he just couldn't seem to fix it. Staying focused and trying to remember everything had just been so hard. He wished that everything would come naturally, but that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon. He crouched down once again, opening his mouth to scent the air, and eyes darting to see if any prey happened to be left in the area.
Well, the first scent he picked up was Sunstar, the second being the fox lingering on the leader's fur. At last, a crow's smell entered his jaws. His eyes shot at where the target was, and Palepaw crept in its direction. Black feathers perfectly visible against the green leaves, everything seemed to be going well, until a gust of wind blew. The bird simply decided to go, flying up off the ground. Palepaw swiped at it, too late as he barely grasped a few tailfeathers between his claws. The patchy tom was losing hope, again.