Babysitting Services (closed)

Subject: Babysitting Services (closed) Mon 21 Aug 2023 - 18:15

The tom's paws were silent as he lead an apprentice along the creek. Stoatclaw had been forced on this patrol. The other cat that had joined them didn't wait long to abandon them under the guise of having a stomach ache or some other nonsense, he hadn't paid attention to what the excuse was. All Stoatclaw knew was that he was now in charge of keeping this apprentice safe, and that meant he wasn't free to move about the trees. While the tom thought he was hiding his annoyance well, it couldn't have been more obvious. The scowl on his face and lashing of his tail showed just how much he hated this situation.

A blur of movement caught the tom's attention and the annoyance bled away immediately. Stoatclaw's tail shot up as he signaled Bearpaw to stop. "Wait here." The tom instructed as he sunk his claws into the nearest tree and began pulling himself up. Stoatclaw allowed himself a few seconds to enjoy the scene laid out in front of him before getting to work. One leap carried him to another tree and the tom picked his way through the branches, honeyed eyes scanning the earth below for any sight of what- There!" The tom twisted in the branches as he began a slow descent, quiet as the night. Patience had brought the tom to the lowest branch, his quarry sit just below him as he readied to himself to pounce.

Stoatclaw sprung from his perch with outstretched claws. Rustling from the canopy above alerted the hare, which disappeared into the ground before the tom could get close. A curse escaped him as he made his way back to Bearpaw, another scowl settling upon his face. The creek was plentiful when it came to prey, but that didn't take the sting out of missing his first catch of the day. There'll be more. He reassured himself. Stoatclaw began padding along the creek once more, signaling Bearpaw to follow with a flick of his tail. "Tell me if you scent anything, got it?"

Stoatclaw is attempting to catch a Hare, he failed!

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Subject: Babysitting Services (closed) Mon 21 Aug 2023 - 18:15

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Subject: Re: Babysitting Services (closed) Mon 21 Aug 2023 - 19:08

Bearpaw

Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice

The day started well enough. Bearpaw woke up surrounded by his sister and the other apprentices, got up, chatted with some clanmates, and spent some time replacing the moss in his nest. Then, there had been a call for a hunting patrol and Bearpaw was eager to join his clanmates for a much-needed chance to stretch his legs. However, what he hadn't expected was to deal with a flake and a warrior with an attitude. Every lash of Stoatclaw's tail brought Bearpaw closer and closer to snapping.

The young apprentice growled, preparing to finally say something to the moody tom, when he ordered Bearpaw to stay put and clambered into the trees. With a frown, Bearpaw plopped down on the ground and watched Stoatclaw bounded through the trees before eventually vanishing from sight. Grumbling about being left behind, the young tom sniffed the air for a moment before finally catching the scent of hare on the wind. Ah, so that was what he was after then.

With a shower of leaves, Stoatclaw dropped from a nearby tree and the hare, which Bearpaw hadn't seen until now, darted into a nearby burrow. Moments later, Stoatclaw padded toward him, beckoning for him to follow. Bearpaw rolled his eyes at the warrior's temper, but kept his mouth shut, not wanting to sour Stoatclaw's mood more than it already was. Instead, Bearpaw nodded curtly, opting to silently follow him instead - just to get it over with.

He grunted in agreement as they walked and, before long, the tantalizing scent of a nearby mouse caught his attention. With a glance toward Stoatclaw, the brown and white apprentice took a few steps toward the scent before stopping. He couldn't disobey the directs orders of a warrior, besides, he still didn't know how to hunt properly. With a huff, he hurried back to Stoatclaw. "There's a mouse. Over there." He gestured in the direction of the scent, happy to let Stoatclaw take the lead.