I'm stright from hell with love <3
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Post by doge on May 21, 2024 17:46:32 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/C5Mpnq0N/wispfang~png | Wispfang,
yeah you deserve a fucking nosebleed.
the satisfaction would be guaranteed ~
421 words | cosmic | notes: |
Fog hung low like ghostly tendrils weaving through the trees of MistClan forest. Wispfang had allowed dusk to envelop the territory before ordering Stormpaw to follow for tonight’s training. To the inexperienced, the forest at night with so much mist was like the backyard of a haunted house—where every shadow could pose potential danger and every rustle could be a whisper of trouble. It hadn’t taken him long as an apprentice to learn to ignore how the thick air prickled at the fur and made every sound seem amplified in the oppressive silence. Part of him wondered if she would fare the same, or if the apprentice would struggle to fight the fear and worry of being stalked that distracted the senses. “Tonight, we’re gonna work on your night vision and ability to navigate in the dark,” Wispfang murmured, his voice forcibly hushed to not attract or disturb other creatures. “But there’s more to it than just seeing in the dark. When you can, you need to move silently and blend into the shadows. You never know who or what might be out here listening, I’ve begun to teach you how to defend yourself but the best way to not need any of it in a case like nighttime is to not be detected.” He paused with dark blue eyes casting a sinister glance around the forest, it was nearly time to begin, the thought warming his mind with an almost predatory excitement. What he did mention was that part of this was training of his own tracking skills. Wispfang took a step back from her, and as he did, her black fur already seemed to melt into the surrounding darkness. “Your task is simple…” He shrugged before looking directly at her sharp yellow eyes. “...in a way, since you’re relatively small. Evade me for as long as you can. I’ll be hunting you, use everything you’ve learned so far but be smart about how you move.”
And most importantly, don’t let anything cloud thoughts in that hard head of yours. His brows lifted without concern, only a lack of emotion shifting into confidence that there would be skills for her to take away from this. Then later at another time he could teach her how to outsmart the hunter and turn the tables by ambushing them. It would come with time, otherwise he would fall back to doing the bare minimum to train her up for her warrior assessment if Stormpaw proved too soft of an apprentice for his training. |
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storms make trees take deeper roots
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Post by cosmic on Jun 6, 2024 19:46:55 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/3e/86/d2/3e86d2862b3975dbf7f2ee3ff95c2b3f~jpg 'Dad was right, I really do blend into the night!' she thought to herself as she looked into a puddle at her feet. However, she saw that Wispfang was no longer right in front of her, so she scurried along to catch up with him, with an upbeat stride in the steps she took. The apprentice blew raspberries at her siblings when they all found out she was going into the territory, at night, to train. It made her feel special, like she had been making great progress towards her goal of being the best warrior of the clan. Well, at least when her and Wispfang didn't butt heads.
The alabaster tom stood before her, with his coat blending into the fog that settled over their homeland. Her heart began to pound as he began to speak Her claws dug at the soft, moist soil in anticipation for what training would be completed today.
Evasion in the dark. When he said that, she let out a soft pfffttt under her breath, with a cocky and determined expression written on her face. This would be easy, so easy. Stalking prey had been her most formidable skill, as she was almost never detected by any animal that she followed. While she would be the hunted this time, she could use her skills to outsmart the warrior.
"You've got your work cut out for you, Wispfang. Good luck!" she trilled loudly, as she quickly turned and headed out on her own.
Stormpaw took a little bit to run around the area, trying to cross her scent if she could without being in the proximity to her mentor's presumed location behind her. But she knew that eventually, she would run out of luck. Especially on a night like tonight, the rain would allow her scent to stick to everything. She could run as much as she liked, but eventually he would be able to predict her path, corner her in an ambush. That couldn't happen.
Stormpaw took a moment to pause on a fallen log, keeping herself close to the bark to hide herself in the darkness. The she-cat took a sniff of the air to see if she could smell her mentor closing in on her, but another scent quite a few fox-lengths away caught her attention. She had never smelled the plant before, as any attempts to get her to learn about herbs and flora usually started a protest on her end. But, it clogged her nose to not be able to sense anything.
Thinking of her time running out before her mentor found her, she bounded forward toward the patch of the smelly plant. The she-cat was able to recognize that she needed to ditch her scent, and this plant would be perfect. As she approached, she dove into the smelly flora, allowing herself to have a moment of fun while rolling along the ground. Once she was fully covered, she took off again, watching herself as she slinked along the foggy forest.
[sensing roll: 15 (10 needed for success) |
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I'm stright from hell with love <3
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Post by doge on Aug 4, 2024 10:38:58 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/C5Mpnq0N/wispfang~png | Wispfang,
yeah you deserve a fucking nosebleed.
the satisfaction would be guaranteed ~
311 words | cosmic | notes: |
He began to move, each paw placed with confidence to progress into the dense undergrowth, the challenge was on. The mist clung to their homeland’s forest, serving as a blanketing shroud. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he flexed his claws on the move, catching the feeling of the soft, moist soil yielding beneath him. His gray ears twitching to capture the faintest rustle, his nose flaring to detect her scent. The haze water vapor hanging in the air was a hindrance to the both of them. It would be his intention to exploit a few of Stormpaw’s strengths and weaknesses. His patience was soon rewarded with the unmistakable scent of damp fur mingled with an unfamiliar plant. Wispfang’s eyes narrowed, the pungent aroma of the plants was strong. Clever, very clever. Pride swelled in his chest; his apprentice was confident and quick-thinking enough to know she needed to knock him off her scent trail early. The ground here was covered in a thick carpet of leaves, muffling his steps. It was helpful in case she was nearby, but Wispfang wouldn’t bet on it. But his eyes didn't give up on scanning the darkness for any sign of her yellow eyes that could very well be watching to see the direction he would take. Eventually he came upon an earthy scent trail that seemed to still have his apprentice’s scent clinging to it. He blinked at the freshness of the scent making his whiskers twitch. The warrior took the leading scent for the direction she had to have chosen, still impressed by her resourcefulness. Wispfang relished the challenge, eager to see how far Stormpaw could push and use her training. As the hunter moved, he remained vigilant as senses tuned to any changes in her direction. The night was still young, and the game far from over. [Sensing Roll: 16 (10 needed for success) minor information about her direction perceived by Wispfang] |
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