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(After Vermillionpaw offered his help with the hunting, Firefly and Wolfsgrin took the apprentices out to try and shore up SpringClan's stores, any apprentice and young warrior can participate ѕнαdow✩uniqcrim, Nova, woof, ashestoashespaoracer @seeker)
Firefly sighed as he and Wolfsgrin led the apprentices down the path that not only led in and out of the mountains, but also now led to the clan's temporary camp during this crisis.
"All right, remember everyone." He said turning to the apprentices. "Don't go into any puddles or pools of water if you can't see the bottom. Given how murky a lot of the water is it's not unlikely you can wind up in a 'puddle' that actually is as deep as you,"
"If you really want to press on in an area, call me or Wolfsgrin over and we can help check for you." Firefly added.
Vermilionpaw glanced at a puddle to his left as Firefly spoke, blinking and tilting golden eyes curiously. He turned and looked at the warrior in front of the group, nodding slowly. Admittedly, he hadn't wanted to go on this trek given what had only just recently occurred to their home, but he knew it was expected of him; not only by his parents, but by himself. He had the highest standards for himself, no one else, and if he couldn't meet them, well who could? He grit his teeth and lifted his chin. He would help his clan through this dark time.
"How do we know any prey has remained in the area?" He tried to scent the air, though the mud and heavy petrichor scent masked quite a bit.
"It'll be difficult." Firefly admitted. "But we've just got to look around for scents or any other clues we can find. We were able to survive after all, there must be prey that survived as well."
The tom nodded his head slowly, considering the tom's words, and turned to the other apprentices in his group, curious how they were handling padding into the destroyed territory of their home.
Skunkpaw would take any opportunity to get a reputation that wasn’t “I bet he smells like skunks” even if it meant extra work after training. So the tom had joined this hunting group even though he’s already tired for a day of training. But maybe cats would start saying he was cool or helpful or anything but that they bet he smelled like a skunk. He does not thank you very much! The poor tom’s parents named him Skunkpaw due to his fur pattern, not his scent. Though it didn’t stop it from being an embarrassing name. No baths, got it, he thought as he stepped to the right around a small puddle. It wasn’t bigger than his paw but still he’d avoid them all. A frown followed Vermillionpaw’s words, did they know if any prey was left in the area? How were any of them supposed to scent anything when all I can smell is mud and dirty water?
Firefly sighed, "We need to just do our best." He assured the apprentices. "Come on, I think I can smell something."
It wasn't... really a prey scent. But it was something, smelling of water (but that was no surprise the territory was sodden after all) and something else, something unfamiliar.
But they weren't going to get anywhere not looking for any scent so a strong scent was a good start in Firefly's opinion.
Vermilionpaw may not have been quick to catch the trail Firefly latched onto, but once their stroll dopped into a proper stalk, the apprentice was straining all of his senses. Firefly was very good indeed, he thought to himself, to have picked this up and not dismissed it as a mirage of the senses. Perhaps being tutored by the older tom wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
All poor Skunkpaw could smell was moldy wood and muddy water. How Firefly was catching any scent in all of this was an amazement to him. Really the black and white apprentice was doing his best not to gag on the awful scent all around them. "Where's it coming from?"
Firefly turned about to look. It was admittedly almost buried under the scent of mold, mud and stagnant water. But there was definitely a smell of some animal.
It wasn't badger stink or fox stink, but he wasn't sure if it was really prey scent either.
But since it wasn't an obvious threat smell, no harm in investigating right?
"It's..." Firefly sniffed again, mouth open and drawing in as much air as possible, grimacing at the overwhelming wet smell.
"I think it's this way." Firefly meowed beginning to lead the group in the direction of the river... or well where the river would be. "Mind your paws." He warned the apprentices.
Vermilionpaw glanced down at the mud his paws were slowly sinking into with each step, before turning his gaze back toward the hidden path before them that only Firefly seemed to be able to track. "Will you train us on how to do that?" he questioned, blinking expectantly at the tom. "How to track with barely a trace of scent? It seems pretty invaluable."
