Of Training and Learning | Open

"No...NO!!!" a screech broke the deadly silence of the misty day. Another scream, equally or even more terrified, accompanied his shrill sound. "BROTHER!" the kit wailed, racing into the swirling murk after his struggling brother. Pondkit kits fur was wet and clump with mud and blood as a writhing fish dragged him deeper into the current which he wouldn't even get out of. His small white and black tipped claws caught the fish's face, but the fish refused to give up his prey. With one final yowl of terror, the fish struggled down and pulled the kit with it. For moments, bubbles popped on the surface of the pool till they stopped and blood rose to the surface. "No!" was the last sound before the kit fell over and sank into unconsciousness.

"Ahh..ah." a young brown tom gasped, eyes shooting open as the terrible dream ended. His heart was thumping rapidly and he realized he was breathing heavily. It was that dream again. Closing startling light green eyes, the tom let out a shaky laugh and sighed, "It didn't really happen again, there's nothing to worry about, Greenpaw, calm yourself..."With a final heavy breath, the tom forced himself to shaky paws and shook clumps of moss out of his soft fur. He quickly stretched, back arched and claws extended, before trotting out of the apprentices den. His eyes darted towards the fresh kill pile as soon as he exited the den and he felt his stomach rumble. Licking his muzzle, the tom padded to the pile invitingly, but then remembered that apprentices were not allowed to eat yet. Heaving a great sigh, he looked about till his green eyes came upon a she-cat; yet she wasn't just any she-cat, that was his mentor.

The tom obediently ran over and stood in front of the pretty she-cat, a smile on his muzzle. "Good morning, Sirensong." he said politely, his curled in ears twitching as he thought a delicious thought about sinking his teeth into his, maybe, first caught fish. He licked his muzzle again, eyes unfocused. "Oh fish, you will come to me soon." he murmured under his breath before remembering he had to catch it first and returning his attention to Sirensong.

A grin on his muzzle, the tom nodded, "Hunting sounds good." The same breeze stirred his fur, ruffing it like waves. He suddenly became aware of voices and murmurs around him; the others must have been waking up.

Though, inside him, a thought was nagging him. What if he freaked out. What if he fell in the water? What if he drowned? Shivering slightly, the tom turned his green gaze to the ground and then nodded, "Ready, if you are." smiling with excitement, yet you could see the worry dancing in his eyes. (Sorry for the short post, I couldn't think of what else to post. xD)

He dipped his head, meowing, "That sounds fine, Sirensong." respect in his voice. As they carried on towards their hunting location, he noticed his heart beat growing faster and his breath coming more quickly. What happened if he fell in? What if he drowns? What if his mentor drowned? A shudder ran along his small frame, his muscles twitching with nervousness. Despite the cool breeze ruffling his fur, he could feel beads of nervous sweat clumping in his fur. Like water dragging him down. He let out a shaky breath, 'Focus, focus!' he yelled in his mind, looking back up at Sirensong, eyes scared yet calm.

A salty breeze ruffled the fur on his head as they approached. He was still nervous, but he had distracted himself by taking in the sceneries. Suddenly, he stopped, staring down at his paws. There sat a glistening sea shell, yellow with darker tones. He prodded it with his paw before a small blue crab emerged and scuttled away. The tom watched it with high curiosity, eyes wide like kits. The tom then returned his focus to Sirensong and padded after her.