Attempting to Hunt {Sandwhisker}

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Sand-colored pelt blending in with the green and tan grass of FlruryClan's sloping plains, the small apprentice raced across the land, long tail acting as a rudder as he sprinted as fast as his paws could go. What was he chasing? Well....nothing. He just liked to run. Why sit around and wait for prey to come along when he could simply catch something?

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However, something in the unambitious young cat's mind clicked as a tawny-colored jackrabbit sprang out of nowhere, no doubt startled by the running cat. Smoke-gray eyes narrowed as Coyotepaw changed course and raced after him, stretching his paws out as best he could. The rabbit may have easily outrun the untrained apprentice, but just as Coyotepaw was about to give up, one of the small streams that coursed FlurryClan territory appeared, and the rabbit skidded to a halt to avoid running into it. At that moment Coyotepaw leaped forward and killed the rabbit with a bite to the neck.

Proud of his kill? Not really. It was just something that had to be done. Coyotepaw didn't even care if Sandwhisker was anywhere around to see him. He just...wasn't all that ambitious, the little bugger. Well great...now I have this to load me down. I guess I just have to go back... he thought unhappily, realizing his time of free running was over for the morning. Picking the rabbit up in his jaws, he turned to go home, stopping when he saw another cat making their way across the fields.

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The she-cat had never really wanted an apprentice, and now that she had one she had kind of hoped for a quick-learning and easy-going cat. Fat chance, she was stuck with Coyotepaw, who may leave the impression of being lazy, always being so pessemistic. Her face had begun to bleed, not that the warrior took any notice of it since it couldn't make her look any worse. She halted near the tom, and flicked her tail indicating that he could bury it for now. "Good catch," she meowed casually, not so rude as sarcasm, but the compliment just wasn't very sincere.

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She sand to the ground, eye flickering to observe the surrounding area. Her whisker's twitched, and the she-cat was away. Fast, but it was that eye that gave it away, the rabbit diving into a hole before she got close enough to catch it. Her tongue darted to the side of her muzzle, licking off some of the crimson liquid trailing down her face. Obviously, Sandwhisker would have to be more careful, but for now all she wanted to do was hunt. Turning to Coyotepaw she sighed, "Lets keep hunting around this area for now."

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((Ooph, I did the dice wrong, sorry about that))

It was Sandwhisker. Coyotepaw's happiness somewhat dropped at the sight of his mentor. For such a happy, free-spirited young apprentice, a pessimistic, sarcastic mentor did not make him exactly soar for happiness. But...well, he had to have a mentor. And that was what the leader chose, so...

[dice=6][dice=6] ((what're the odds x.x))

The tan-colored apprentice forced his mind to concentrate. He pricked his ears and scanned the area with gray-green eyes, searching for any sign of rabbits. There were none. But as the wind shifted, it brought with it the scent of field mice, and the young apprentice dropped into a crouch. He padded forward swiftly, placing his paws as lightly as he could, and made his way through the tall grass and toward the scent. When he figured he was a few mouse-lengths away, young Coyotepaw bunched his muscles and sprang forward with a growl.

The growl nearly lost him his kill. The mouse caught sound of it and began to run, but the swift-footed apprentice caught up before it reached its hole. Pouncing, the young cat pinned the mouse to the ground with a forepaw, stunning it, and then killed it with a bite to the neck. Despite his lack of ambition, Coyotepaw couldn't help but be a little proud, and he carried the mouse back to Sandwhisker with a high tail. "More hunting?" he asked, hoping she would say yes. Fighting training just wasn't fun for him...he had no natural ability in it. Hunting...hunting he was good at.

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