Fallenpaw's Border and Hunting Training

Fallenpaw felt herself relax slightly as Nightwing told her that she wasn't angry at her - something she had been fearing - and all she wanted was for her to be a little more wary and cautious. But still, she couldn't shake that tiny whisp of shame that clung to her like a burr, and the remaining debris of her shattered pride. But she shoved that down her throat as Nughtwing began to lecture, telling her of...monsters...

"The monsters...eat two-legs, run, and spit them back out?" she cocked her head to the side, her mind suddenly bombarded with questions. "Do they ever hunt off the Thunderpath?"

Nightwing sighed, the mentor should have talked to the apprentice earlier about monsters. The she-cat fixed her gaze on the apprentice, talking in a calm easy tone, if she talked with a shrill, scared voice, it would scare the apprentice. With her even purr, the cat replied "Well, the twolegs climb into their belly from the sides." She remembered what Sagestar told her when she was a apprentice. Remembering the apprentice's last question, she quickly replied. "Hardly ever get of the Thunderpath, they hate touching the grass." She glanced behind her at the oily grass next to the dark, Thunderpath. Noticing the medicine cat apprentice. "Did you find any herbs?" She asked Mallowpaw, Wanting to change the subject of the Thunderpath. The memories, from being here before seemed to itch though her whole body like a flea. The sooner she left this cursed place, the better.

"Not here..." The young cat turned his head, trying to see if he could scent some. "But I'll go check."
And with that, Mallowpaw ran off to find herbs and totally poofed from the topic.
:pokerface:

Fallenpaw nodded, feeling somewhat relieved that it wasn't in a monster's behavior pattern to stray off the Thunderpath and raze down the forest in its sleep. Nightwing reassured her calmly, and she scolded herself for letting herself release even the tiniest amount of doubt into her features. She inwardly thanked her mentor for changing the subject as she tried to remove that bloody, graphic images that plagued her mind, hopefully by discussing, and maybe learning a little about herbs from Mallowpaw. Her ears flattened slightly in disappointment as said apprentice bounded off to search for herbs, leaving her imagination to wander.

She didn't want to seem cowardly by voicing her fears, but had a nearly irresistable urge to run as hard as she could in the opposite direction of the evil, ruddy path of the monsters.

She fumbled with her paws. "C-can you show me the hunting crouch, Nightwing?" she asked, unable to keep the frightened stutter out of her voice.

Nightwing stole another glance back at the Thunderpath, with her ice blue eyes. She turned her strong gaze back at the apprentice. "Lets find another place to do so," The deputy mewed. Noting the shutter in the apprentice's voice. Glad I am not the only one afraid of that death trap... The Black furred cat didn't dare to say that aloud, she was supposed to be a role model, not a kit! They soon arrived at the place where they practiced battle training. The squiring from the roots, of the small tree, one of the only trees in the territory, told Nightwing that there was more mice, and that would be a good place to begin.

Nightwing found her spot from last time, taking in the familiar surroundings. Waiting for her apprentice to have a seat, She gave her paws a few licks. Once of the reasons she loved this clearing was because it didn't have as much puddles, like any of the other clearings she walked though, in her moons of being an apprentice and warrior. The Deputy looked to the sky, storm clouds gathered in the distance, covering the stars. It seemed to reflect the mood with Amalric, and the rouge group that threatened the entire forest. StarClan save is...

Ooc: Found my muse. lD

Fallenpaw felt her body release it's built up tension as the black path faded from view, her paws fumbling every so often as she followed her mentor in the dark of night. Her mind seemed to drift, and the apprentice couldn't keep her thoughts away from the monster, its bright, blinking yellow eyes flashing, mocking her everytime she glanced up at the moon, resemblance burning in its rays. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread from herself...she could have, and would have, died this very night due to her own lack of forethought, if not for her mentor's reflexes and quick action. What if she had been eaten by that monster, crushed under the weight of its heavy, black paws? She never would have gotten the chance to be the warrior she always dreamed of being, never have even hunted for her clan, never defended her clanmates from the inevitable danger that may lay ahead.

That fact seem to unnerve her more than ever.

What was she doing? Wimpering like a mouse after a glimpse of death? Nightwing probably had tons of close moments, and she was the proud, idolized deputy of ShadowClan. If Fallenpaw was ever to reach that sort of appreciation, honor and respect, she needed to stop dwelling on the most trivial things. She had to put the monster behind her, face it with fierce, defient eyes and a determined resolve...Without putting herself and anyone else in danger as she did today...She had to be brave, but not mouse-brained at the same time. Just like Nightwing!

She barely surveyed the training area her mentor had chosen, still sorting through the remaining topics in her mind before shaking her head and refocusing. She hoped the deputy had not noticed her little plight, it would be embarrassing for Nightwing to think she was still spooked by a tiny, insignificant few seconds on that Thunderpath!

She followed the black warrior's eyes, looking up toward the moon with a defiant glint in her green orbs.

Mouse-brained Thunderpath woudn't stand in the way of her path - the road that led to supporting her clan and becoming the best ShadowClan warrior anycat's ever seen! With that, she prepared to learn, sparing an expectant glance at her mentor, ready for instructions.

Brining her thoughts into the present, Nightwing knew that she needed to train and prepare her apprentice for the dangerous path that lay before them. The she-cat drew in a shaky breath. "Before we start, I need to talk to you about what is going on with the rouges." She paused going over in her head, how she planned to talk to her apprentice about what might happen in the coming sun rises, or even moons. She quickly remembered the night when Amalric stumbled into camp. It seemed like everything had gone down hill from there. Having to sent out more patrols, and have to go on more, limited their training time to a few days. Whitch means that they had to get most of her training over with before anything big happens. Glad that Nightwing had done her battle training first, Fallenpaw would be able to protect herself if need be.

Fallenpaw suddenly felt weak in her knees at the mention of the cats who, supposedly, wiped out an entire clan with their ferocity, the former courage in her previous resolve now forgotten. Trying not to reveal weakness to the cat that was counting on her, she nodded hesitently. It was when she saw the blatancy of the dead seriousness in her deputy's cerulean orbs that caused a tiny chain of fear to grasp her heart. Amalric, if her memory served correctly, was the tom that had informed ShadowClan of the demise of SkyClan, something Fallenpaw herself had taken for its full merit; that it was legit, the truth from the very begining, unlike some of her clanmates that seemed doubtful. She assumed that if Nightwing believed that Amalric was being truthful, even if not to the fullest extent, she would too. But it was only now that Fallenpaw realized that she needed to put her best efforts into training - something she doubted that she could have very much of with the battle approaching on such short notice - so she could take the responsibility and duty she gloated so freely, when inside, she was unsure of its actual existence within herself.

"They're going to attack us, aren't they?" she mewed solemnly, looking for confirmation in something she seemed so sure of.

Nightwing closed her eyes, "Yes they are." She Shifted her paws and continued "When we are training, you need to pay extra attention, having limited time, you need to learn fast." She won't have a normal apprenticeship The thought crossed her mind. Nightwing swallowed then mewed."Sagestar is planning to ask Froststar if she could protect the kits and elders." She paused for a breath "You have a choice, wither or not you want to go." laying down, Nightwing tucked her paws in, and looked Fallenpaw into her sea foam green orbs. "If you do, You will not fight, and you will be wither protecting the elders and kits if worst comes to worst. Or, if you stay, you will fight for our land, and our camp." She mewed braking contact with her eyes glancing at the land that surrounded them. "Don't tell anyone I told you, I am sure Sagestar will talk with the other mentors.

Fallenpaw knew that an attack - not just an attack, an invasion - was approaching, but hearing her mentor confirm what was only her assumptions made the whole situation much more drastic in her mind. She sat silently in the clearing, tail tucked around her paws in the frigid night as she listened, looking into her mentor's ice blue orbs, trying not to give off any emotion through her own intent gaze.

Fallenpaw remained silent as Nightwing explained Sagestar's plans, refraining from interrupting and, almost indefinitely, making a hasty decision that could cost her life, and someone else's.

Her most immediate response and answer would be to stand her ground and defend ShadowClan - her home, something that was so precious to her, and her clanmates, those who were her kin, who lived beside her. With danger herding them in...How could she just leave, condemn the the clan and cats she loved to fight without her? She pictured the camp, splattered with blood and lined with corpses, a battlefield, with cats being flung left and right by what could be distinguished as warriors. The gruesome battle raged on, more fluids of red staining the once perfect clearing, and more torn limbs being discarded in the mess of bodily members. The rouges had wiped out SkyClan, and, though the battle would be more immense, they certainly had the ability to kill. She saw the last visable survivor, a black warrior, a deputy, drenched in blood of her own and many others, her ice blue orbs determined an narrowed as she stood on a mountain of bodies, leaping as she raked her claws on another ginger tom who took the assult. She watched on - as an observer, and no matter how hard she persisted she could not join the fray - as Nightwing, her mentor, fell to the ground in a heap on fur. Her claws slid over the rouges throat, but there was so much...blood...No medicine cat was in sight for her to run to, and her eyes widened in horror - before Fallenpaw shook her head violently, bringing herself back to the present. She was having daymares again - something she named herself, as they were nightmares while she was conscious - and she ducked her head a little, sheilding her frightened and surprised expression from her mentor. If she went with the elders and kits she would be saved from what she had just forseen, but that wouldn't stop it from taking place! She saw the ginger tom once more, his claws sharpened and fur soaked in blood, as he prowled around her small figure, making her nervous and conscious of her small stature, something she was not reaching at the moment. Her circled with slit, peircing yellow eyes, mocking her through his golden orbs, laughing at her predicament, her dead clanmates. She was the only one standing, and glancing back she could see the bodies of her clanmates, lifeless on the floor. Honor, glory, the rank warrior, it all didn't matter anymore. He saw the fear in her eyes, and lunged, aiming for her throat. But...It did matter, to HER. If she died there, something that would probably happen, she would do it. For her clanmates, who were also taking that risk, she thought. Fallenpaw came back into the present forest, the previous battle frozen in her mind, the victor undecided.

She would be terrified, yes, but she would stand her ground. Her pride refused to let her become a coward and retreat in the first place, but seeing her clanmates - Nightwing, her idol - die, even just in her dreams, made the apprentice want to fight more than ever. It took the fear away, or chipped a piece of it off, when she thought of it. There must be a chance of success, victory, and out of all the clans to survive, it would be her's. After this, there was no going back, but she was sure. She wouldn't let this version of the Thunderpath crush her - Nightwing wouldn't.

"I want to stay, Nightwing." she mewed without hesitation. "I need to help defend ShadowClan. It's my home too."

OOC: Funny thing is, I drew a picture of Nightwing just the way you described, but laying down. XD

Ic: Nightwing, who was clean and eyes bright, nodded. pleased with Fallenpaw's answer. "Lets not waste any more time, shall we?" Nightwing gave her apprentice a amused look. Stretching, she made her way to an open spot, then dropped into the hunter crouch, her tail straight out like a twig. eyes narrowed on a mushroom just beside Fallenpaw. It was withered, and old, you could see the lines of the underpart of the mushroom. After what seemed like moons, Nightwing leaped her muscles rippling as she pushed herself off the ground Yelling "SCREW GRAVITY!'' /shot , across the clearing and onto the mushroom, squashing it. "Let me see your stance." The deputy mewed, crouching again, letting the apprentice see in case she didn't remember too well.

Fallenpaw watched with rapt attention as Nightwing showed her the hunting crouch, and Fallenpaw unconsciously flexed her claws in anticipation, flicking her tail as Nightwing caught the mushroom between her paws. She crouched down, mimicking the black warrior's posture with her tail wavering nervously. She surveyed her surroundings, her glance locking onto a nearbye leaf, shriveled and dead from the cold. Fallenpaw hoped she was doing it correctly, with her weight divided evenly between each shaky paw, and she crept toward the leaf with the intent to strike. She didn't wait for Nightwing's assesment of her stance, opting to copy what her mentor had done. Her pounce could have been executed with more grace, because her landing was horrendous. She hit the sodden - thankfully, not muddy - ground with a thud, a crunch echoing softly as she crushed the dried leaf with a misplaced forepaw. Her face flushed, she scrambled to her paws and resumed her previous stance, as if her clumsy fall had not taken place.

Nightwing was about to snap, when she took a deep breath and trotted over to her apprentice. Crouching next to Fallenpaw in the hunter's crouch, she noticed her apprentice's paws shaking. Putting a forepaw on Fallenpaw's paw to keep it from shaking. "You have to be steady, and sturdy, in hunting, and even in battle." Getting up, she took another look at Fallenpaw's stance. "Stick out your tail, and keep it from swishing up any thing." Sitting down the motioned with her white tail tip to try again.

Ooc:

OK! look here! I am only going to type this once. Of course you will be able to read it over again.
Here is how you hunt.
The stats: https://warriorclancats.forumotion.com/t3337-hunting-system
So here is how you hunt,
First, wright you Rp passage. But, don't have them catch anything yet, leave the rp open for a catch or fail.
Be sure you are typing in 'Post a reply'
Go down to 'Dices roll' and don't mess with the numbers. Just go to where it says ' - ' Then click on that, and go down to 'Chance Dice' and set that a** dice's roll. Then press send. Something like below should come up.
Here is where you look over the stats, the post below, will give you a number. Now we are using 'New Apprentices' and classify what you are catching, with that number. If you catch or miss, is simple.
Then now, that you got wither you catch or miss, edit your latest post, and finish that up! :D

Any questions, feel free to PM me.

EDIT: Of course, the Dice hates my guts.

The member 'Splotchu' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Chance Dice' : 1

Fallenpaw nodded toward her mentor, head dipped forward, her chest bubbling with anxiety as she hid her embarrassed expression from Nightwing. She should have done it right the first time. Though she was glad her mentor was patient with her, and grateful, the black deputy shouldn't need to be. With a battle approaching they didn't have the time to waste. And with all Nightwing's duties as deputy to be done, she especially couldn't waste such time on her. They had been absent from the camp long enough, and despite patrolling the border, they needed to bring back something for the clan. She needed to do this.

She followed the black she-cat's instructions, planting her paws firm on the ground and stilling her twitching tail. Nervous at the knowledge that Nightwing might be watching, she crept forward, slinking through the clearing like her mentor had demonstrated.