Let's Hunt

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Sneaking towards the river, the tom breathed in the fresh scent of the water. Ah, water. The best part of RiverClan. No cat seemed able to conquer the mighty river besides those of RiverClan. That was the reason they were the best. His ears flicked here and there so they could take in the fresh, gurgling, rushing sound of water down the rocks.

"Slatepaw, are you there?" Falconeyes hissed out. "Come on. We're going to fish. The Clan could use prey. I'll stay back and watch. We'll just see how much you can catch today."

Maybe he was going too easy on Slatepaw. He knew his apprentice was the best at fishing. That cat had a paw like an adder on its bite. One dart sent a fish onto the shore with ease. Maybe he was just letting this nice morning get to him. Well, there would definitely be something to make up for the ease right now. Slatepaw should've been thankful to have this little to do.

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"Of course I'm here, where else would I be?" Slatepaw grumbled, daring to be just a little bit indignant. Inside, however, he was grateful to his mentor for letting him have an easier day of training. They both knew fishing was his strongest skill and he wouldn't have to work too hard to catch a decent haul. He smiled sheepishly at Falconeyes as he trotted towards the riverbank and set about catching his first prey of the day.

Careful to keep his shadow away from the water, Slatepaw's eyes were alert and scanning the surface, waiting for just the right moment. A faint ripple let him know that a fish was nearby, but still Slatepaw held himself still as a statue, paw poised and ready to swipe. Patience... Patience... This was a job which could never be rushed, and Slatepaw knew this. There! The perfect opportunity presented itself when the silvery fish drifted close enough to the water's edge and Slatepaw's blue-grey paw flashed out at lightning speed, scooping the fish out without difficulty. The river was for sure Slatepaw's domain. Whereas he might ruin hunts on land, when he was fishing, he rarely missed a catch and today was no different, despite his sore shoulder. He purred thankfully, inspecting the slippery creature which he had laid upon the bank before he grinned at Falconeyes and returned to his task, blissfully at ease.

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"Good, good," Falconeyes yawned. "Keep up with it. The Clan needs the prey." The tom slunk forward and moved the fish away. He wasn't going to eat it though the aroma was heavenly to his mind. Slatepaw was a fine fisher and he definitely deserved a name that'd make all future apprentices think of him when fishing.

Falconeyes was sure that was to happen. The kits of todays kits would rave about the great apprentice, Slatepaw, and how he was the finest fisher in the Clan. Then they'd praise Falconeyes for his work in helping Slatepaw become great. Shaking his head of fantasies, the warrior raised his chin slightly. "Keep your form steady," he reminded though it probably wasn't needed. "Attack quickly and don't let your shadow fall on the water."

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"Surely I've caught enough now, Falconeyes?" Slatepaw was half amused and half exasperated. His mentor seemed to have forgotten about him, because they had been out by the river for ages. The sun was high overhead! And Slatepaw had created a large pile of slippery fish, though he hadn't caught anything in a while. It looked like he'd either caught all the fish in the nearby area, or they were noticing that something was dangerous about swimming too close to the edge.

"Can we bring these back to camp? I'm starving.." Slatepaw eyed the fish hungrily, but refrained from touching a single scale. They wouldn't be his to eat until they were back at camp and distributed fairly. "I think I need to let Shadestripe poke my shoulder a bit more, anyway." He sighed, looking down at the still-raw cut ruefully. Trust him to go and get a stupid injury like that.

((Ahem. I forgot about this thread. O_x))

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Falconeyes had been resting slightly, just enjoying the sight his his marvelous apprentice. Without him, where would Slatepaw be? Honestly, hunting so finely was not all talent. Hearing his apprentice speak up, the tom lurched himself to his paws. The fish were magnificent and all the apprentices could've eaten off of this even with a bit of gluttony digging at them. The shoulder was Slatepaw's issue but he had hunted wonderfully considering his "injury."

"Sure, we can head back," Falconeyes mewed in a strangely good-natured tone. How common was it that he actually seemed proud in Slatepaw? Well, it didn't matter because he did feel proud as of right now but that was only because he had woken up on the sunny side of the nest. "Take what you can and I'll make the trip back to collect the rest. Have your shoulder loomed at if it's really that bad." There was slight incredulity to his tone but Falconeyes had always learned that no wound should keep you down.

"If you get the okay from Russetfang, check in with the elders in case they need prey or other things. I say you can get the day to yourself. You can relax but tomorrow it's back to some actual fighting training. Understood?" He bobbed his head as if satisfied with his conditions. Then he clamped his teeth on some fish as if to finish the conversation.

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((Slatepaw goes "Yes, Falconeye. No, Falconeye. Three bags full, Falconeye." And they poof back to camp. The end. ^_^))