Dawn of the Harvest

Finally!

A sleepy shadow graced the eager steps of Hawkpaw; the sharply prevalent undercurrent of enthusiasm immediately tangible in the way the little tom was quick to abandon the mild shelter of the newly-assigned sleeping quarters, darkened coat softened and made further unkempt with the haste to follow Myrtlebloom's kind bidding. Did he happen to step on a few stray tails and paws in the process? Perhaps. Did anyone care enough to say anything cross and particular? No! An observer, who's attention happened to be further absolved in more pressing matters, would sooner see the finicky shapings of an eager lemming in their peripheral vision rather than the happy scuttles of a newly-made apprentice.

He spent the entirety of the night without sleep from the sheer stress of his own impending excitement, but it was worth it! The prospect of freedom was terribly exciting, even in the most mundane of newly-achieved circumstances. Honey-soft gaze going wide at the unfamiliar glimmer of freshly blossoming flowers, Hawkpaw was rambunctious in his eager prancing up to Myrtlebloom's side.

"Good morning!" Hawkpaw mewed, a little too loud and happy for the early hour of morning, "what are we doing?"

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 1

The sharp, poignant gleam of curiosity clung to the reddened features of Hawkpaw's little face; the delicate risings of the sleepy, overly-abundant forest drifting faintly in a secondary rhythm to the eager beat of his quickened heart. It was hard not to be impressed by Myrtlebloom's immediate success, casual reassurance of options seemingly prophetic in nature for the ease of their task.

"Of course," Hawkpaw mewed quietly, futile in his attempts to settle the over-eager thumping of his circulatory system, eager desperation to conform to the standards accidentally set by his mentor leaving him floundering a little close to the edge of outright nervousness. The ensuing heartbeats of careful silence felt, at once, magnanimous and wounding in the long-winded lapsing; the careful drag of his own blood fading into a wired focus on the sparse force winding all along the sparse, rocky woodlands between the two forest-dwellers. To focus so intensely upon his surroundings was wholly unfamiliar to Hawkpaw, despite the quick reward that manifested in the shape of a faint squeaking arising to his attentions.

A bird!

It wasn't a particularly graceful catch, perhaps an opposing mirror in action to the eased practice of Myrtlebloom's own work; a spontaneous, disastrous storm of feathers rising upon the lazy morning air to accompany Hawkpaw's rather lacking grace in catching the poor sparrow. Though, mercifully, the kill came quickly and without much fuss. "Look," the young tom's words were effectively muffled by an unsightly mouthful of feathers, "I caught something, Myrtlebloom!"

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Hawkpaw
20/20 [HP]
57/60 [SP] [-3 in SP]

[hunting dice roll for bird - SUCCESSFUL]

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'Hunting Dice' : 4

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'Hunting Dice' : 1

Hawkpaw, adorned in the casual presence of lingering feathers, curiously observed the demonstration from his mentor; movements, though similar in nature to his own, showing off a much more refined and precise manner of skill that only practice could instill. The anxious click-click-click of grating and grinding teeth hung heavily on the spring air around the young tom, a secondary reinforcement to his building eagerness to practice what Myrtlebloom had shown.

"Alright! I'll do my best." It was completely unsurprising that Myrtlebloom caught the squirrel- Hawkpaw could only hope that he was, again, able to follow in her pawsteps. Perhaps catching something right at the start was a cosmic mistake of sorts, what if he couldn't follow through?

Shaking away the creeping, beguiling influence of anxious thoughts, the young tom remained focused on the demonstration his mentor had offered as he began his own perusal in pursuit of a squirrel. It was hardly an ordeal to find one- the freshly flowering forest practically spilling at the seams with the rich presence of over-abundance. The true trial and error came in practicing the proper hunting crouches demonstrated by Myrtlebloom moments ago, the mechanisms of the position as new and unfamiliar as they were a surprisingly effortless comfort. It took shockingly little effort to catch the poor little squirrel, which was entirely too absolved in the task of foraging to notice Hawkpaw's approach until it was too late.

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Hawkpaw
20/20 [HP]
54/60 [SP] [-3 in SP]

[hunting dice roll for squirrel - SUCCESSFUL]

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 6

holding post. Myrtle is going for a bird

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 3