Always Learning [Yewfrost]

The sky above was overcast, and Graypaw couldn't tell if it was promising rain or snow. She was sick of both, and as the weather began to warm in fits and starts, it seemed like it was even odds of which would be unceremoniously dumped on Skyclan's territory. Still, the weather did not mean that training stopped, and so she kept her grumbling to a minimum as she followed Yewfrost out into the rocky forest that was their home. She wanted to learn, of course, but the weather was miserable and it made Graypaw miserable. The two made their way toward the creek in relative silence, and when Yewfrost finally stopped Graypaw searched for prey.

Spotting a squirrel on the ground, Graypaw dropped into a crouch as she'd been taught, then carefully stepped toward her target. Once she was close enough, the pale apprentice leaped forward, claws catching in the squirrel's pelt. Her fangs caught the creature's neck and she turned toward her mentor, triumph glinting in her bright golden eyes.

Graypaw attempted to catch a squirrel for -5 sp. Catch was successful!
55 / 60 sp

The member 'kjSage' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 8

Yewfrost's white paws blended well against the odd snowdrift. The rest of him... not so much. Yet walking on those felt vastly better than on the masses of soggy, cold pine needles scattering the rest of the forest floor. What a miserable time of year. It was by far his least favorite season - a sentiment he shared with many cats for sure - as the snowflakes carried with them less than pleasant memories. He shook his head like a tree finally bending from the snow, dropping a frozen burden onto the ground below.

Once he and Graypaw had paused at their desitination, he quickly noticed when his apprentice went on the prowl, quietly following her at a distance so as not to disturb her or her quarry. His own tail twitched with anticipation as she crept closer, closer to the squirrel before she snatched and dispatched it. What he wasn't quite expecting was the look not unlike a kit begging for praise paired with a splash of blood on her muzzle, and it almost broke his cool exterior. "Nice job. Very quick."

The fluttering of wings overhead drew his attention and with a slight nod to Graypaw he headed off in its direction.  A mourning dove, the same color as the overcast sky, had found a perch not too far away. It seemed oblivious to its peril given that it had begun to sing its sad song with gusto. Yewfrost rounded to the bird's back, settling quietly just in case he'd alerted his prey to his presence before launching straight upwards with wildly outstretched claws. Mid-call, it startled and fell silent within a heartbeat of his teeth meeting the back of its neck.

Yewfrost tried to catch a mourning dove. -5 SP. It was successful.

SP: 115/120

The member 'Holy Knight' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 1

Graypaw beamed at her mentor's praise, but fell silent at the flutter of wings and Yewfrost's nod. She would hate to interrupt a potential catch by being loud... Not that the apprentice was ever often loud to begin with. Such behavior was better left to her brothers Falconpaw and Sunpaw. She loved them both dearly, but it was nice to be on a patrol where she could keep quiet unless it was to ask her mentor something.

Yewfrost caught the bird - a dove? - and Graypaw padded forward, hoping to see more signs of prey to catch.