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The young apprentice stretched himself out languidly, enjoying the warm rays of the sun. He'd had a nightmare the night before, but now that he'd been up for a few hours and the world was bright again, it didn't seem too bad. Besides, he'd heard much worse dreams had afflicted much of his clanmates, and some even when they were awake -- Kingpaw was lucky he had been spared that so far.
The white tom glanced around the camp for a moment, thinking. He wanted to leave camp but it wasn't always safe for an apprentice to go alone, and he liked company anyway, so he didn't mind. He looked around for the nearest warrior, then bounded over with a polite smile, swallowing his nerves. "Hi Beetuft," he mewed with a little smile. "Are you busy today?"
The nursery was quiet, filled with the soft sounds of sleep coming from the other queens and kits. The large white and orange molly looked down at her own, still fast asleep, twitching every once in a while. She wondered for a quick moment what they were dreaming about before the thought went away. She couldn’t remember her own dream, but woke with a warm feeling in her chest. Must of been good, then. The queen carefully crept out of the nest and stretched, no longer afraid to awake her kits with moving. She gave them one last glance, taking in their little bodies, before she silently padded out of the den. The sun warmed her thick, fluffy pelt all the way to her skin. She was so glad the weather was nicer. Her mood always seemed to follow the weather, bright on sunny days, down on rainy days. She stopped just outside the nursery, pawing at a stray leaf near her paws. Beetuft looked up as an apprentice approached, Kingpaw by the looks of him, and purred her greeting. “Hiya, Kingpaw! Nope, not too busy right now. Kits are sleeping, so I’m free. What do ya need?”
Kingpaw looked relieved. He didn't know what he'd do if she decided not to come with him. "I was just talking with Sootpaw yesterday and he said he saw a bunch of rabbits down by the thunderpath. I thought maybe, if you want to, we could go down there and see if we can find some. I would go alone but I can't carry much on my own," he explained, leaving out the part about him not wanting to go alone. He didn't want to look too pathetic, he was supposed to be a brave apprentice, not a quivering kit!
Beetuft got to her paws and bounded towards the camp exit. “Yeah! I’d love to help you hunt, I just don’t wanna be gone too long because of the kits.” She flicked her thick ginger stripped tail at the apprentice. “I haven’t been for a good hunt since they were born, I’ve barely been out of camp.” She chattered, filling the silence. She looked forward to a good hunt.
"Great, thank you!" The white tom beamed. He shook out his white fur, releasing the stress of approaching her, then bounded after the queen with his ears forward and eyes bright. "If they're as plentiful as he made it sound, we'll be quick," Kingpaw promised, "your kits will be so impressed they won't even mind you were gone!" He hoped that was true, he'd feel bad if the kits were upset by their mother leaving them. Kingpaw could understand that, though: his mother had been there until he was apprenticed, when she had chosen to leave the clan for a few moons. "How old are they now?"
“No problem, Kingpaw!” She led the way out of camp, bounding through SummerClan territory towards the thunderpath. “Oh, they’re ‘round two moons, I’d say. They’re all little angels!” Her smile as bright as the sun and her paws light as a soft wind, Beetuft carried on towards the thunderpath. The stench of it filled her mouth, making the large molly gag. “I’ve no idea how anything can stand the stench over here,” she shook out her fluffy head, twitching her ears for signs of a rabbit.
Two moons old already? He had never understood why cats fussed over how quickly he and his siblings grew up, but now he understood why - time really flew by! He mrrowed softly in wonder. He could barely remember when he was that old, it was just blurry memories of warmth and happiness and tumbling about with his siblings. Those were the good days before he ever had to worry about dealing with his bully.
He shook his head as they neared the path and wrinkled his muzzle in agreement. "It reeks," he agreed, "I don't know why any prey would want to nest over here!" He lifted his muzzle and inhaled the air, scenting for rabbit beneath the thunderpath scent, but it was too hard to tell how stale any of it was so he gave up. Instead, he mimicked her and pricked his ears, trotting slowly along the edge of the grass and scanning the grass.
"There!" he exclaimed triumphantly, pointing with his tail toward a patch of grass by then where the stalks had been nibbled short. "A rabbit probably ate that! There must have been one around here at some point.... though maybe not recently..." he frowned. They'd need something more to find these rabbits.
Beetuft faced Kingpaw at the sound of his voice, casting her gaze to where his own lay. "Seems so, maybe it hopped off over there, farther from the thunderpath." She padded and examined the nibbled stocks, finding a faint, hovering scent. "Definitely." She followed the scent for a few pawsteps. "I think it went over here. Seems so."
Kingpaw beamed, pleased that she picked up a scent from the grass he found. They made a good team! "Should we follow it? Maybe it's nesting nearby," he suggested hopefully.
Beetuft flicked her tail in a manner that stated follow me, and led her way down the path. The sun beamed down on her, bright as her smile, and seemed to light the path. "Definitely!" She lowered her nose to the ground below, finding the delicious smelling rabbit and continuing to follow the trail. Her steps were heavy and pressed into the dirt, leaving tiny stains of a mark. She had always walked heavily, a habit she had yet to beat. Up ahead, a small hole appeared in the ground, slightly hidden by the wildlife around it.
"There!" The scent was fresher over here, and lead straight into the burrow. "I think it's in there." She pressed her ears near the burrow, and sure enough a faint rustling sounded within. "Do you want to try and find an exit? We could try to chase it out."
Kingpaw crept after her, his paws light and small with shallow indents compared to her tracks. He was still a bit on the small side and he was growing fast, so beneath his thick waves of white fur he was rather lean and limber still. His thick coat came from his formerly WinterClan father, and was insufferably hot when the days grew hot and long, but beneath his fur he had a slender shape of his mother and hers. When he was older he might settle into form, but the gangly tom just looked awkward in his youth.
"Okay," he whispered, ears pricking in excitement. He took a long look at the hole to memorize it, then started to spread out and circle around them, his head low to the ground as he sniffed for rabbit scent or the fresh breeze near the exit.
The large she-cat gave Kingpaw a cheerful nod and positioned herself in front of the entrance. She squeezed her head in and let out a long, low, somewhat awkward noise. She knew her sounds would chase the rabbit out, and they had both of its exits blocked. Beetuft heard a startled russtling, and continued to make noise. She couldn't chase it out, she couldn't fit into the den, so scaring it with sounds was the only way she was going to get it out. Her back legs clawed at the ground behind her, trying to get in just a little more to scare it the other way. The thud of paws sounded from a short distance away, signalling the rabbits run. The white and ginger molly pushed out of the burrow.
"Be ready, Kingpaw!"
I don't think that's how you scare a rabbit, Beetuft chuckled at how stupid she must have looked, and really hoped the rabbit did, in fact, stray out instead of hiding deeper within its burrow.
