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Post by D a R K - R a H on Mar 15, 2008 12:32:08 GMT -5
His striped tail flicking back and forth, the large brown tom frowned. Sure, Beepaw was a kind-hearted young cat, but he still got on Brownspot's nerves from time to time. Especially lately, when the brown warrior's patience was saved for a select few: Gryffinwing, Willowpaw, Goldenpaw, Darkrain, and her kits. Even Silverhawk got the sharp side of his tongue lately. He felt anxious deep into his bones, as if braced for something coming.
Whatever it was, though, he forced himself to push it away. This evaluation would be very important to Beepaw. It would help determine if the young tom was to become a warrior within the next few days, or the next few moons. Brownspot had little doubt that Rainwhisker would wait more than a few days, though. After all, the young tom had been the leader's apprentice. And he was plenty old enough to recieve his name. Even with his impatience, Brownspot didn't want the young tom to wait long persiods of time before getting his ceremony. Or, worse, to not get it at all, as had happened with Brownspot and the CherryClan queen Brackenpaw.
Having reached a nice spot far from camp, Brownspot stopped, glancing back for Beepaw. At the very least, this was sure to be entertaining. Sneaking around with his bulk took skill, Brownspot decided.
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Post by Wazo on Mar 24, 2008 22:38:56 GMT -5
Beepaw slunk through the bushes, his hazel eyes fixed on the brown form of his temporary mentor for this assessment. The thick black stripes streaking his pelt, lended him aide in camouflaging with the shadows cast by the leaves. His striped tail swished under the bushes, until a thought struck him. Perhaps he shouldn’t start the morning with surprising Brownspot out of his wits.
Beepaw snuck out of the bushes, thankful that that had suddenly occurred to him. He couldn’t help it. The excitement was clearly evident on his shining face and he practically bounded over to Brownspot.
“I’m ready!” he announced, his name-sake truly evident as he seemed to have energy to burn, and was moving left and right, backwards and forwards, like an overexcited bumblebee. Purrs rumbled from his chest, almost sounding like a low buzz.
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Mar 25, 2008 22:33:27 GMT -5
His ears tilted backwards as he heard Beepaw step from the brambles. Well, Rainwhisker had at least trained him well when it came to stalking. His pale whiskers twitched lightly in smug amusement.
"Alright, then." He stood, his large bulk towering over the smaller tom. "You shall stay in the forest between here and the Druid's border. Don't head any closer to TealClan's border than the Greattree((the new Gathering place)). I will be watching you, but you must not speak to me. I will find you this afternoon and tell you when you may stop. Spend your time wisely, so avoid the patrols, even if Morninglight is on one..." He paused, suddenly realizing that he was probably talking too much. A small frown lingered on his face, and he watched the striped tom for a moment.
"Alright, now go," he dismissed the apprentice, flicking his tail softly.
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Post by Wazo on Mar 31, 2008 22:51:20 GMT -5
ooc: is this a hunting assessment?
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Apr 2, 2008 11:03:07 GMT -5
))Yush.((
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Post by Wazo on Apr 3, 2008 0:02:07 GMT -5
Beepaw beamed. "Alright, I'll see you later then," he responded cheerfully, taking off with a run through the forest. He loved the sound of his paws effortlessly gliding on the forest floor. He slowed down to an abrupt halt when he thought he was far enough away and pressed his nose against the ground, inhaling the sweet melody of their territory. He could detect fresh scent of mouse and squirrel dotting the area. He lifted his head and breathed the scent of the air. He knew it was wise to avoid the patrols, Morninglight would have him talking for hours, precious time he couldn't waste. Brownspot sure knew his stuff.
When he was satisfied there was prey and that he was away from a possible patrol, he focused his attention on the task at hand. His ears turned sharply upon hearing the scrabbling of tiny paws which he concluded to be a mouse. Hazel eyes concentrated, he crept over to the sound and pounced, rewarded by a mouse dangling from his claws. He purred, and proceeded to bury it.
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