Practice makes perfect (closed)

While out on patrol Sablestrike's party had come across a dangerous beast. It was one to their many, so they had made quick work of the beast without sustaining any serious injuries, but that still left the body to be disposed of. There were plenty of uses for such a creature, and it was with his clanmate's consent that he claimed the fox's corpse for himself. The black warrior dragged the limp body into camp, splitting off from his party in search of the pale calico that would be helping him. With how bright her pelt seemed against the shadows Sablestrike had no issues finding the molly. The tom dipped his head in greeting, relinquishing his grip on the corpse. "Could you spare me a few minutes Thalia?" The tom mewed. "I'd love your help with this." The insight Thalia would provide would be useful for when it was time for his own pelt to be skinned, and having practice before he got to that point would ensure no blunders on is end.

"Sablestrike!" Thalia was pleasantly surprised to find one of the warriors who had taken more interest than most in the handling of ShadowClan's pelts, seeking her out for something or other- he'd been out on patrol, and was now carrying a fox pelt. "Of course, I'm always happy to help. There's a spot outside camp that's better for dealing with them at first, though- I think it's usually better to keep the mess away from everyone who's trying to rest and eat. Just follow me."

She rose to her paws, leading the way to a dry-ish space just outside ShadowClan's camp.

"This is it," she gestured around them. "So, first step: what did you want to do with it?"

That was probably for the best. Skinning a predator in the middle of camp wasn't exactly the brightest of idea. Bobbing his head in agreement the tom reached down to grasp the corpse once more before following the older molly out of camp. Their search for a dry area hadn't taken them far, though he was sure that he could have found a much better spot for their activity than this.

Sablestrike let the fox slip from his maw which created a small wet thudding sound as it met the ground. "Y'know, I'm not really sure. We didn't go easy on it so I doubt it would make a good pelt," Not that he would want not make this beast into a pelt. It didn't suit him, but besides that it hadn't been something that he had earned. "maybe we could try and use what we can salvage as a nest of sorts? It may not be cold now but Leaf-Bare will come as sure as the moon rises, it would be nice to have something to combat the cold when it comes for us." Truthfully the tom didn't want the pelt or the nest he claimed to want to make, that would be gifted to one of the few cats he loved. No, this was more about gaining experience than anything.