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  • #8405
    Silverscreech
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    ♡ Owlpaw of Skyclan ♡

    A flash of white fur quickly bolted over to the riverside before making a sudden halt near the bank. With bright green eyes looking behind him, a young white spotted tom waited excitedly for his mentor to catch up. He was still a new apprentice, and determined to make himself one of the best warriors in the clan. So he drove his mentor crazy begging and pleading to take him out of camp to train on a daily basis. “HURRY UP LITTLEDOVE!!” He yelled.

    The apprentice loved battle training, and enjoyed hunting…but he hadn’t yet managed to conquer his fear of heights. And half the time hunting involved climbing the trees for prey within the territory. Big or small, he always felt his stomach churn  as he tried to not stare at the ground and imagine himself plummeting to the ground in a lifeless white heap upon the forest ground. Once his mentor had to practically drag him down by the scruff like a kit, just because he froze in terror after going a bit to high on a windy day. The tree branches kept swaying causing poor Owlpaw’s fear to only heighten. He much preferred to hunt on the forest floor where the mice and other non-tree dwellers lived.

    #8410
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    Twin blue irises glittered against the harsh sunlight, pelt brushing against the foliage as a beautiful she-cat stepped into the clearing, a soft smile tugging at her pink lips. “I’m right behind you, Owlpaw,” she purred fondly, tail swishing lightly behind her as she trotted over to the young tom. “If I wanted to be here first, I would’ve been,” she teased him, flicking her plumy tail tip across his nose. Trotting toward a decent sized oak, the SkyClan warrior beckoned her apprentice forward, tipping her head to the side. “Are you ready to practice climbing? Nothing crazy, okay? This oak isn’t as tall as most of the trees in our forest, but it is wide! Which means I’ll climb alongside you.” Her tone was gentle and soothing, her silver tabby fur ruffling against the gentle leaf-fall breeze as she spoke to him.

    Peering up into the branches, she nodded to a small thrush pecking at the very top, unsuspecting of the hunters below him. “Now, all the leaves are falling due to leaf-bare swiftly approaching, but this is great for training because you can see the branches better,” Littledove explained, squinting her eyes a bit. The sun was surrounded by clouds, offering them a good sight advantage when looking up. “Before we climb, let’s go over the basics. Do you remember what to look  and smell for?” Her questions were simple and straight to the point, but the warrior knew of Owlpaw’s fear of heights. He would most likely stumble and confuse things. Littledove was determined to help him break his fear of heights.

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    #8463
    Silverscreech
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    ♡ Owlpaw of Skyclan ♡

    Owlpaw was happy to have Littledove as his mentor. He honestly could not have imagined anyone else teaching him the ways of being a warrior. For the two had alot of qualities in common. Which helped in their training sessions, because it just meant that he knew there was someone who would easily understand him. He smiled and cocked a eyebrow at her as she entered the clearing. “Im not so sure about that.” He replied back teasingly. The young Skyclan apprentice stood dumbfounded as Littledove’s silver tail tip tickled his nose. Bringing his white paw up, he rubbed his nose before turning to face his mentor. As she stopped in front of the wide oaktree beaconing him over, his white ears leaned back a bit as he slowly approached Littledove with a inward groan. His sleek spotted pelt bristled a bit as he stared up at the tree, green eyes wide in fear. Even though she was trying to comfort Owlpaw, he wasn’t up for climbing a tree again so soon. Even IF his mentor was going up with him.

    The young Skyclan apprentice only half heard what his mentor was saying as he stood frozen, not noticing the thrush hunting for its meal within the oak. “She’s trying to kill me!” He yelled at himself silently. He couldn’t quite remember what he was taught in that moment, but tried to answer the best that he could before quickly switching the subject. “Ummm…look for the thickest branches to climb on, and smell for…prey?” He replied awkwardly in a unsure tone. Quickly swiveling his head back at his mentor, he perked his ears forward with a bright smile, tail partly tucked close against his body in nervousness, the tip of his white tail twitching slightly. He gave a cheery disposition as he tried to lure his mentor away from this part of the training session. Leaning into her a bit with pleading eyes he asked excitedly, “Wouldn’t ground hunting be more fun??? There are so many different creatures hiding in the foliage down here.” He didn’t think Littledove would let it slide, but it was worth a shot.

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    An encouraging purr erupted from her throat as the small tom slowly padded toward her, looking nervous. “We won’t go high, I promise, but everyday we’ll climb a little bit so you’re comfortable with it,” she mewed gently, offering him a light smile. The young tom was certainly terrified of heights, but all SkyClan cats learned how to climb, so her apprentice should be no different. His response earned him a purr of approval, the pretty warrior nodding in agreement. “Definitely look for the thicker branches, they’ll make you feel safer. Smell for any prey, but it’s important to smell for wetness in a tree. If a branch is waterlogged, it won’t hold as much weight as it normally does, so take extra caution when climbing wet trees,” she explained, blue eyes watching his every move.

    His not-so-sly admission of favoring ground hunting over trees only made Littledove shake her furry head slowly. “We’ll only climb a little, then we can do some hunting if you’re still up to it, okay?” Her tone was gentle yet held a few stern notes. The warrior wanted the young tom to master tree climbing before his fear consumed him. The longer they put it off, the worse it will get. Crouching down and wiggling her haunches, the silver tabby molly leapt up to the first branch, only a tail length off the ground. She nodded her head toward the branch on the opposite side, eyes encouraging Owlpaw up. “We’ll climb up three branches today, then I’ll show you the safest way to get down,” she mewed encouragingly, hoping she wasn’t scaring the little tom too much. In total, they’d only be a fox length or two from the ground, so even if he did fall it wouldn’t hurt the little tomcat. “Once you jump, sink your claws into the branch as fast as possible and lift yourself up. This branch is big enough to sit on!” 

    #8475
    Silverscreech
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    ♡ Owlpaw of Skyclan ♡

    The white spotted Tom had forgotten that last bit about the dangers of the trees being wet. However now he would always have that peice of advice in mind. He silently hoped that he would never have to climb them while they were waterlogged. Owlpaw groaned disapointedly, white head hung low as Littledove shook her head at him. The young apprentice knew he had to learn to climb trees properly since it was the main skill of a Skyclan warrior. But he still didnt like it. It’s not that he couldn’t climb a tree, it’s just everytime since he was a kit, if he was looking down or up just a few tail lengths off the ground, he became severely dizzy. He wasn’t sure why that happened or what caused it, but it became a big obstacle for him. And now he had to learn to deal with it or he would never be made a warrior.

    He watched in silence as his mentor made a graceful leap up onto the lowest branch with ease, his emerald green gaze followed hers to the branch that hung low just above him. A lump formed in his throat as Littledove mentioned how many of these branches he was going to have to climb today before being allowed to hunt on the ground. His white ears lowered slightly as he tried to mentally prepare himself. “Once you do this, you can move on with the day. Come on! Littledove believes you can do it!” He told himself.

    With ears forward, he knelt down, green eyes narrowed at the nearby branch in determination. Copying his mentor Littledove, he wiggled his spotted white haunches before launching himself upwards. With claws unsheathed, he quickly managed to sink his sharp claws into the bark of the thick branch, the rough texture of the bark rubbing slightly against his pink pads as he staggered briefly with legs dangling before finally managing to pull himself up. Exhaling, his body felt tense as he tried avoiding staring at the forest floor. He was trying not to be afraid, but it was harder for him then expected. “Just don’t look down and you will be fine.” He reminded himself silently. He flashed a small smile at Littledove in triumph for his success at reaching the first branch, while also trying to hide his nervousness that he was even up there in the first place.

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    The little tom’s nervousness was radiating off him intensely, and Littledove felt a stab of pity for the young apprentice. Being fearful was one of the aspects of warrior training; overcoming your fears makes you a better warrior in the long run. Besides, they wouldn’t be too far off the ground, the silver tabby molly wasn’t worried he would hurt himself unless they climbed higher and he fell. Once the little tom successfully grasped onto the branch, the she-cat leaned forward to haul him upward, but to her surprise he had managed to scramble up. Purring in delight, the pretty tabby swished her tail happily. “Well done, Owlpaw!” she praised him, blue eyes glowing happily.

    Tipping her head back, Littledove peered up at the branches above, finding her sweet spot. The next branch was a bit further away, but the she-cat made the jump with ease and no wobbling. Settling down, she got comfortable as she watched her apprentice, ear twitching softly. “If you don’t feel like you can make the jump, claw up the trunk and use it as leverage to get onto the branch,” she called out, trying to sound as encouraging as she could. She didn’t want to push the young tom too much, but something told her he would do anything to get out of tree climbing. “Two more branches and then we’re off to hunt some mice!” She laced her tone with a purr, tensing her muscles and leaning forward incase Owlpaw slipped and fell. She was hoping that the pair could be back to camp by sundown, but if not maybe they would skip hunting and do some battle training in the hollow instead.

    #8568
    Silverscreech
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    ♡ Owlpaw of Skyclan ♡

    Seeing Littledove’s smile brought joy and encouragement to Owlpaw. His own small smile grew bigger as her bright blue eyes lite up with pride for his accomplishment and praise. He hadn’t been a apprentice for very long, but he was improving greatly with the silver tabby molly’s mentoring and patience. He felt his own heart flutter as he was able to impress her, although unknown to him at the time this was a sign he was starting to have a crush on his mentor.

    The smile quickly left his face as his mentor examined the next branch above and leapt up before quickly settling like a bird within the tree. Littledove’s suggestion for climbing the oak instead of making that second jump, sounded alot better then taking the chance of missing the branch. Shaking his white head to himself and finding the courage to keep going, Owlpaw slowly made his way toward the trunk of the tree without complaint. Keeping his emerald green gaze forward, his claws scraped deeply against the wood, causing anyone with ears to wince from the sound alone. The bird once pecking into the tree had flew off in alarm from the cats presence. Once reaching the large trunk, the spotted white apprentice positioned himself with his stomach up against the tree.

    Digging his forclaws and hind claws into the bark, Owlpaw started heaving himself up slowly. With eyebrows furrowed in frusteration, he shakily climbed upwards before stopping for a moment to collect himself. He was about a tail length away from reaching the third branch, yet he found it exhausting mentally and physically to get there. All he felt was nervous, and incredibly stupid as his white and dark tipped tail twitched in irritation. With a deep sigh escaping him, the Skyclan apprentice looked up to Littledove irritably. “I feel like a squirrel.” He groaned. “And they still climb better then I do. Not to mention faster.” With that said, he focused back at the task at hand. With his claws still gripped securely in the wood, Owlpaw reached for the second branch. Just barely he was able to grab it and move himself closer to the edge before tiredly pulling himself up once again as his ears laid flat against his head. “Ugh.” With his stomach and chin resting on the large branch as his legs dangled freely, he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of knowing he had something underneath him for the moment instead of having to hold onto something for dear life.

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    Watching the apprentice begrudgingly climb the tree made the silver tabby smile lightly. She vividly remembered her hatred of climbing when she and her sister had join SkyClan. Being inducted as apprentices, the pair spent everyday training together, though returned to their housefolk for dinnertime. When the warrior herself was Owlpaw’s age, she struggled with tree climbing herself; the wide eyes, swaying branches, and trembling limbs. Now, the she-cat was an incredible climber and a gifted bird hunter. Though the memories of her apprenticeship filled her with regret rather than happiness. The loss of her sister a season ago had left the warrior going through the motions, unsure of where her life was headed. Shallowpool had devoted her life to this clan, sacrificing herself in the great battle. She was the first to awake and the last to fall asleep, always a task to be done. Seeing Owlpaw’s enthusiasm and his willingness to listen stabbed Littledove in the heart.

    I wonder if he would’ve been Shallowpool’s apprentice, she wondered lightly as the tom scurried up the tree trunk, shaking slightly. The warrior was well aware of why she was chosen; perhaps Firestar wanted her to prove her loyalty to SkyClan, or maybe it was a distraction from losing her sister. Either way, the energetic little tom was the only thing keeping her grounded. She’d contemplated heavily leaving her clan after Shallowpool’s passing, though her mentorship of Owlpaw had been a shock. She couldn’t abandon him while he needed her most. Despite her bitter thoughts, the tabby showed no change of emotion on her face, a gentle smile plastering her features as she encouraged Owlpaw the best she could.

    Once he’d managed to hold the branch, Littledove gave in to his hatred of climbing. “Okay, that’s enough for today!” she called happily, impressed with his progress. “Watch how I get down!” she called, sinking her claws into the tree trunk as she slowly slithered down the trunk, landing between two large roots on her paws. “Use the trunk to your leverage, slowly slide down it until you feel safe enough to jump!” Owlpaw would be fine to leap off the tree, but it was important to teach him how to get down while they practiced only a little bit. She began glancing around, blue eyes glittering as the sun moved past noon. They would have a few hours to hunt before it got dark at least. 

    #8797
    Silverscreech
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    ♡ Owlpaw of Skyclan ♡

    It had only been a few seconds once reaching the branch that his mentors words reached his ears. He wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved…or disappointed. Owlpaw had spent all that time struggling to get up the oak tree, that now he truly didn’t want to get down. Or at least…not until he fully caught his breath again. He surely didnt want to stay up there all day either. His emerald eyes shifted, observing Littledove closely as she slid down the oaks large trunk. Her explanation was clear and precise on how to get himself down. The only question to himself was, if he could even do it?

    Thinking on that, he remembered what his older brother Drizzlepaw said about him being the bravest of the two on the day of there apprenticeship. The look on his brothers face of admiration sparked through his mind, giving the young Tom the courage he needed to attempt getting down. He had to be brave…for his own brother. And for his clanmates. Scowling in determination, he carefully pushed himself up on his paws before slowly stalking forward to the large trunk. As he placed himself against the tree, he turned his head to look down briefly to get a idea of his surroundings and landing point. His eyes pinpointed wide, frozen, as his mind played tricks on him making the height seem taller then it really was. The white/silver spotted apprentice quickly turned his head away, clutching himself closer as physically possible against the bark. “Just don’t look down again you mousebrain!” For some this might of seemed comical, but to him it was a nightmare.

    Owlpaw slowly scrambled downwards to the forest floor. Clumsily he managed to slide each paw down within the bark, using it as leverage like Littledove told him. Suddenly his body tensed, as he felt like he was going to start slipping from the tree. Despite his heart hammering away in fear, Owlpaw stopped to dig his claws deeper in the wood before moving on just to be sure. It took him awhile, but the Skyclan apprentiice had managed to do well. Unknown to him, he was already 3/4 down the giant oak. “Ok. Look to see how far you are now.” He told himself. Sure he was afraid to look, but once realizing he was so much closer to the ground, his fear was replaced with relief.

    Figuring he could drop from that height without a problem, he unhooked his claws from the tree trunk and twisted his body midair to land on his paws. But of course, he wasn’t so fortunate. He landed clumsily on his paws before tripping over one of the roots that his mentor Littledove had landed between, causing him to fall flat on his face in the dirt in front of the beautiful silver tabby. Tilting his head up, he met Littledove’s blue gaze. Embarrassment clearly shown upon her apprentices face. “I uhhh…mean’t to do that.” He mewed awkwardly.

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    Littledove’s blue gaze was fixed intently on the spotted apprentice, watching him awkwardly slither down the tree little by little. It was clear by his quivering limbs and labored breathing that he was still petrified of heights, but the silver tabby had hoped he would slowly ease into climbing and hunting in the trees. After all, climbing and leaping were SkyClan’s special ability. The molly herself had become quite skilled at battling in trees in recent moons. Returning her attention to Owlpaw, the warrior watched him detach from the tree and drop down, stumbling over one of the gnarled roots that she had been settled between. “Owlpaw!” she squeaked in surprise, looming over the young tomcat. “Are you okay?”

    Her gaze gave away her concern, her pink nose sniffing his pelt for wounds, though it was obvious the apprentice was fine. His embarrassed expression was enough to make Littledove’s gaze soften, her apprentice’s face twisted and a bit distraught. “You haven’t hurt your paw, have you?” she inquired softly, nudging the small feline to a standing position. The drop hadn’t been far, but Owlpaw was still growing and developing. His body would be fragile until he hit warriorship. Settling back on her haunches, the silver tabby she-cat cast her watchful blue gaze on him, waiting to see if he limped or had any physical injury at all.

    #9842
    Silverscreech
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    ♡ Owlpaw of Skyclan ♡

    The young Skyclan Tom’s white ears flickered in embarrassment as Littledove sniffed him for Injuries. As much as he was thankful for his mentors concern, it somehow made him feel like a kit. “No. I’m ok.” He replied reassuringly. Getting up with a bit of help from his mentor, he shook the dirt from his white spotted pelt before giving his chest a few good quick licks to get rid of any remaining dust that may have been hiding from his fall. Owlpaw was quite used to tripping or falling over things. It had always been that way for him. Probably one of the reasons why he hated climbing trees. Because he knew with his clumsiness on top of it, anything could happen.

    With emerald green eyes glistening in excitement, he met Littledove’s gaze, a big smile plastered on his face. “So can we go hunting or have battle practice now?” He begged. The Skyclan apprentice quickly bounced back to his energetic self despite his short fall. He wasn’t going to let a small thing get in the way of his training today.

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    As his mood shifted back to his energetic self, the silver tabby couldn’t help but let out a small snort of amusement. Apprentices bounce back faster than kits and warriors! she thought warmly, pink nostrils twitching as she tried to pick up any prey scent. Leaf-fall would be giving away to leafbare soon, and the warrior wanted to make sure Owlpaw had a good grasp on the basics before the worst of the cold set in. It would help him stay on track and feed the clan for the coming moons. Having no luck picking up any scent, she pricked her ears and searched the undergrowth for any movement, tail tip lashing when she didn’t pick anything up.

    “Lets head over the rise a bit, but be quiet. We want to find prey while they don’t notice us,” she murmured, tail level behind her as she slithered up the slope. She flicked her tail for Owlpaw to follow, blue eyes bright in the sunlight. If he had begun to learn how to hunt well, his balance would improve, ultimately helping his battle training. Once he’d mastered his hunting crouch, all of his battle moves would come relatively easy. Once they’d made it into the small clearing, she crouched down and beckoned him forward. “This is a basic hunters crouch. We’re going to perfect your form today, try to copy me,” she encouraged softly.

    #10010
    Silverscreech
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    ♡ Owlpaw of Skyclan ♡

    Owlpaw’s ears flicked in curiosity as he watched his mentor sniff about the undergrowth. As she turned to him, he nodded silently as Littledove explained her plans. As she flicked her tail, he reared up following close behind her, trying to copy her body movements to avoid scarring off any potential prey they may encounter.

    He wasn’t sure what it was, but Littledove’s scent seemed particularly more noticable to him lately then usual. The relaxing smell of lavender and honey drifted into his nostrils with each pawstep they both took towards the rise. “Is this even normal?” He questioned. He didn’t want anyone in the clan to think he was a weirdo…but he was thinking perhaps he might be one. He had noticed other cats scents before, but never really dwelled on them like he had been on Littledove.

    Absentmindedly he continued on quietly behind her until the silver she-cat turned her attention his way. Drifting away from his thoughts, he looked around realizing they had made it to a small clearing. He cocked his head to the side curiously and smiled as he approached his mentor, crouching along beside her.

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