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as the lynx point crept forward, his large paws sunk slightly into the mud, leaving shallow indents in his wake. it had just rained, and so the ground was still quite damp; the scent of rain and damp earth loomed thick as fog. the apprentice had snuck out of camp― not that it had been all that difficult, after all. ever since his mentor had been injured while out on patrol, frogpaw's antics had gone largely unsupervised: he'd was free to cause all the ruckus he wanted, and frogpaw was glad to take advantage of the lapse in supervision. without a mentor to tell him what to do ( more specifically, what not to do ) he was left to his own devices... and what better way to spend an afternoon than a little frog chasing?
thus: the apprentice leaned into a crouch, a speckled nose tipped skyward. so far, he hadn't caught anything: there had been a few close calls, but he'd been clumsy and all of his prey had slipped through his clutches. but the lynx point wouldn't give up yet. he was nothing if not tenacious; hare-brained for sure, but he was determined to bring something home for the elders. or, y'know, for me... if he ate first, he reasoned, he'd have more energy to hunt more! tomorrow, of course― he'd definitely be all worn out by the end of this. or, better yet, maybe the day after, because his muscles might be sore.
"oh, yeah, definitely day after," he mumbled, to nobody in particular, a little too loudly. the sound startled the frog he'd been stalking, and upon hearing him it leapt from the clump of grass it had been sheltering itself in. seeing this, frogpaw started after it, an ungraceful gray-and-white flurry desperate to make up for the head start he'd allowed it. the tom drew in close, and lunged forward so that he might seize it in his jaws; but, alas, the elusive frog managed to spring forward at the last moment and escape his clutches.
"fox-dung!!" frogpaw cried out, skidding to a halt. "that's the third one, man! these stupid frogs―" a pout poisoned his features, and he flopped onto his belly, the irony completely lost on him. "i swear, they must have a sixth sense or somethin'."
[member=10663]TALONSTAR[/member] but open to anybody! frug boy cannot catch a frug
as the lynx point crept forward, his large paws sunk slightly into the mud, leaving shallow indents in his wake. it had just rained, and so the ground was still quite damp; the scent of rain and damp earth loomed thick as fog. the apprentice had snuck out of camp― not that it had been all that difficult, after all. ever since his mentor had been injured while out on patrol, frogpaw's antics had gone largely unsupervised: he'd was free to cause all the ruckus he wanted, and frogpaw was glad to take advantage of the lapse in supervision. without a mentor to tell him what to do ( more specifically, what not to do ) he was left to his own devices... and what better way to spend an afternoon than a little frog chasing?
thus: the apprentice leaned into a crouch, a speckled nose tipped skyward. so far, he hadn't caught anything: there had been a few close calls, but he'd been clumsy and all of his prey had slipped through his clutches. but the lynx point wouldn't give up yet. he was nothing if not tenacious; hare-brained for sure, but he was determined to bring something home for the elders. or, y'know, for me... if he ate first, he reasoned, he'd have more energy to hunt more! tomorrow, of course― he'd definitely be all worn out by the end of this. or, better yet, maybe the day after, because his muscles might be sore.
"oh, yeah, definitely day after," he mumbled, to nobody in particular, a little too loudly. the sound startled the frog he'd been stalking, and upon hearing him it leapt from the clump of grass it had been sheltering itself in. seeing this, frogpaw started after it, an ungraceful gray-and-white flurry desperate to make up for the head start he'd allowed it. the tom drew in close, and lunged forward so that he might seize it in his jaws; but, alas, the elusive frog managed to spring forward at the last moment and escape his clutches.
"fox-dung!!" frogpaw cried out, skidding to a halt. "that's the third one, man! these stupid frogs―" a pout poisoned his features, and he flopped onto his belly, the irony completely lost on him. "i swear, they must have a sixth sense or somethin'."
[member=10663]TALONSTAR[/member] but open to anybody! frug boy cannot catch a frug
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