Assembling her nest with the other apprentice's the night before had been slightly taxing on the molly's physique, her body a little sore from the mere act of dragging light objects such as moss and feathers into a comfortable spot, but it probably didn't help her case that everything had to be re-done half a dozen times to ensure it was done correctly. Grebepaw's sleep had been a little restless too, disadvantaging her for the day to come, but by the newly-returned stars was she determined to catch up to her littermates.
The long-furred apprentice had followed in Dovesight's footsteps with care, attempting to match her strides as much as she could, lagging a little when she felt her breath begin to grow a little too short, reminding herself to take slow and steady breaths in. It wasn't a long walk, something Grebepaw was appreciating heavily, but one that unfortunately reminded her of her recovery still being an in-progress event. Dovesight paused and spoke, appearing to doubt her own words and actions, and Grebepaw fought off amusement.
"That sounds good to me," her eyes betrayed the humour she found in the situation, but the apprentice didn't want to add to the stress that the warrior was clearly radiating.
She listened and watched as Dovesight taught and demonstrated an essential skill, and her tail swished along the riverbank in excitement. At the nervous offering for her to take a turn, Grebepaw lined up as the older molly had done, making sure her shadow did not intersect with the river, before swiping her paw towards a reflective scale.
Grebepaw attempted to catch a fish, but instead found a weasel.
Grebepaw:
15/15HP
27/30SP (-3)
* temp disadvantaged stats because she's still recovering!
Beady eyes reflected the light of the sun, a warmth that was slowly beginning to penetrate further and further underground, making sleep during the day uncomfortable, but providing better ability to seek out prey. Bubbling water enticed the creature, and it crept forward, unfortunately aware of the overwhelming stench of cats sitting nearby. But above all that was the scent of warm, fresh blood, and well- it was easier than attempting to fish for itself.
The lanky animal rushed towards the two cats, throwing itself towards the silver cat closest to the prey, clamping on to anything that it could-- which unfortunately happened to be her tail.
The Weasel has used Gripping Bite on Dovesight!
Weasel:
20/20HP
120/135SP (-15)
Dovesight:
33/40HP (-7)
100/100SP______________________________________
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