Flicking her tail in a farewell sign to a few passing clanmates, Morningpaw ventured out of the camp without much planned. Rumors traveled quickly in the camp which meant she knew a few of the mentors and apprentice pairs would be sparring later in the day. If she wanted to get any practice hunting she'd have to go out on her own. Not that she worried too much about it. Now twelve moons, Morningpaw's confidence in her skill made traversing the territory like walking in the camp. As long as she stayed near well-known paths and wary of borders, she'd remain fairly safe in her home territory.
Bounding over a uniquely colored rock, Morningpaw skirted her paws to a halt just beside the lavender field. The flowers had withered away with the early leaf-bare frost. Which left behind only their tall more permanent stalks. The flowers have fallen off days ago. Not that it removed any of the beauty. Captivated by the frosted thicker stalks of the planet, Morningpaw drew closer to them. Watching as her breath warmed the icy cover enough to glisten. Every curious, Morningpaw eased her forepaw to bat at the frost, it melted away within seconds upon her touching it. She laughed quietly to herself, alternating to another paw before repeating the process. In the matter of a few minutes, she melted the frost off a few stalks.
Considering it a job well done, Morningpaw left her newly defrosted lavender plot to better focus on her task. Scenting crips cool morning air, the young dilute tortoiseshell she-cat attempted to find herself a prey scent.
Foxhowl rolls in a patch of dying lavender because leaping to his fluffy paws and stretched out. “Hello there, Morningpaw” he greeted the younger cat and walks towards them. “It’s better to sneak up on your targets” he explains giving her a smile “I can tell you are itching to hunt. You wouldn’t mind if I gave you a few tips, would you?”
Surprised by Foxhowl sudden arrival, Morningpaw's ears pitched backward. Her fur bristled it was easily soothed with a few licks, best not to look like a scardey cat.
Returning her mentor's smile, Morningpaw dipped her head in greeting. Glad to see him. With her warrior ceremony within paws reach, Morningpaw remained eager to better herself before the time of formal training ended.
"Yes please," She confirmed, shaking the last bit of frost from her paws. Waiting for Foxhowl to lead the way in their hunting trip, Morningpaw studied the tom. Curious for whatever tips he had to offer her.
Foxhowl grins down at his young apprentice so eager to learn even in this cold weather. “Alright, normally prey hides real well in the thick underbrush. So unfortunately here in the open like the fields we wouldn’t have any luck unless the prey was just really stupid or sick-you know the signs of sick prey, right?” He motions with a jerk of his paw to the frost covered ground around them.
WHILE MUCH IS UNKNOWN ABOUT THIS MYSTERY DISEASE, IT HAS CHOSEN TO GRACE YOU WITH ITS PRESENCE. the signature musty odor of the spore begins to fill the nose of @morningsky . and while its hidden from her mentor, it soon begins to take over all of her senses. her eyes begin to feel hazy, blurring at the edges of her sight before a thick cloudy haze fills her entire field of vision, leaving her without the power of sight. friendly reminder, the spore will not kill any characters without prior authorization from the owner of said character. feel free to continue on with your thread and The Spore will interact as need be, there is no need to wait for the spore in your posting order.
Morningpaw played close attention to Foxhowl's words. Nodding along as he explained to where prey usually hid and that if they were out in the open, they were likely sick. Prompted by his question, Morningpaw thought back to earlier hunting lessons. "I think so, mice that don't act scared of us and birds not flying away," She stated, her voice lacking convictions as she wasn't entirely certain her answer was correct.
Her attention on Foxhowl didn't last long as a strange scent caught her attention. Turning her head in the direction of it, panic started to rise in her chest. Vision going cloudy, fear flooded her system. Turning frantically in circles she started to cry.
Foxhowl! I can't see it!! Foxhowl help me!!" Her voice wavered as her paws got caught up and she stumbled, falling forward. Spread out with her claws digging int the ground for security, her breathing came in rapid pants. "Help" She muttered, blinking rapidly to try and return to her sight. The long her blindness went on the more rapid her blinking became. The thought of going blind making bile twist in her stomach.