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Stormyy Cat: That's a great name for Cinderkit! It's really creative! And thanks for pointing out the typo, this is what happens when I only write during nighttime ;-;
On with the story!
Frostwhisker was showing Snowpaw the territory, and Snowpaw couldn't help but notice that there wasn't much prey; at least, none she could see.
"Hey, Frostwhisker, where's the prey?" Snowpaw asked. The black and white tom looked over his shoulder, and, while still walking, replied.
"Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there." Frostwhisker told her, before looking back forward.
"What's that suppose to-" Snowpaw began, before bumping into the suddenly still Frostwhisker. "Hey, why'd you-"
"Will you shut your trap?" Frostwhisker hissed at her, before scenting the air. His ears perked up a bit, and he motioned with his tail for her to stay there. The black and white tom got into a hunting crouch and slowly began moving forward, until he completely stopped.
Suddenly, Frostwhisker pounced. Surprised at the sudden movement, Snowpaw jumped back. A fading squeal of a dying mouse could be heard, and Frostwhisker turned to Snowpaw, a mouse in his jaws. He dropped it onto the ground, and scattered some leaves on it. Turning to Snowpaw, he began to speak.
"Get into your idea of a hunting crouch."
Nodding, Snowpaw began to crouch, in a similar way she saw Frostwhisker do it. Suddenly, fell over. Surprised, she yelped, and tried to recover, but fell down once more.
"Your balance is way off, you've positioned your legs incorrectly, and your tail is too high in the air." Frostwhisker meowed, shaking his head. "Try again."
Snowpaw, agitated at her own failure, and that Frostwhisker harshly pointed out her flaws, dug her claws into the ground, but sheathed them and tried the position again. She felt Frostwhisker moving her paws a bit.
"That's better." Said Frostwhisker. "Try moving around like that."
Nodding, Snowpaw tried stalking forward, and to her surprise, Frostwhisker did not make a sound.
"You can stop now." The warrior said, earning a nod from Snowpaw. The she-cat quickly got up from her position, and sat down.
"I want you to scent the air a bit, tell me what you smell." Frostwhisker told her, his voice devoid of emotion. Snowpaw did as her mentor said, scenting the air.
"There's nothing here." She reported, turning to Frostwhisker. The tom sniffed the air a bit, confused. His look of confusion morphed into a glare.
"That's where you're wrong."
Frowning, Snowpaw scented the air once more. "All I smell is lavender…" She said, frowning. Then it hit her.
Nightkit's body smelled of lavender when he was found.
Snowpaw's face was now one of pure terror. She turned to her mentor, who was still scenting the air. The black and white tom turned to her, face unchanged.
"Snowpaw…" He began, before the apprentice quickly cut him off.
"Is it a killer or a badger that rolled in lavender or is it Nightkit's killer or all three or-" She said, scared, not stopping until Frostwhisker slapped his tail over her mouth.
"Snowpaw, when I said you're wrong, I meant that there was something you didn't smell." Frostwhisker said.
"Wh-what is it?!" Snowpaw asked, trying her hardest not to shriek.
"Mumblemouse left some lavender she picked behind. It looks like it was picked recently." Frostwhisker said, and Snowpaw realized that his earlier glare was directed to her.
"Honestly, Snowpaw! How can you get worked up over something so little?" Frostwhisker hissed at her, before venturing into some nearby bushes. He came out a few heartbeats later with some lavender in his jaws, before plopping it down in front of Snowpaw.
"Carry these to camp. There's too much for me to carry, anyway." Frostwhisker ordered her, and Snowpaw burned up in embarrassment.
"Yes, Frostwhisker." She said quietly, grabbing the lavenders in her jaws, waiting for the black and white tom to get the rest of the lavender. The two set off to camp, and Snowpaw couldn't stop feeling embarrassed.
"Thank you for returning these, Frostwhisker. I was tearing up the place, looking for them." Mumblemouse said, nodding to the tom. "You too, Snowpaw."
"Thanks." Snowpaw mumbled, not looking at the medicine cat. Frostwhisker nodded at her, and turned to the medicine cat.
"Why do you need large supplies of lavender, anyway? Isn't it only to mask the scent of death on a dead body or something?" Frostwhisker asked Mumblemouse, flicking his ears.
"Sometimes it can be used to cure fever and chills if I place it under the nose and have the patient inhale constantly. Besides, I was running low on them, since some cat crushed my main supply a few moons ago." Mumblemouse replied. Snowpaw's ears perked up a bit. Maybe the cat who crushed her main supply was Nightkit, or maybe his killer…?
"Interesting to hear, Mumblemouse. I'll keep a lookout for the rest of your herbs." Frostwhisker said, and walked out of the medicine den. As soon as Snowpaw got out, Frostwhisker began to speak.
"I want you to get some prey for the elders. Adderpaw and Softpaw already checked them for ticks and got them some moss, so you don't have to worry about that." Frostwhisker told her.
"'Course, I wasn't going to tell you to do that anyway, seeing as how you're a new apprentice. When you're done with that, go pick out a nest to sleep in."
Snowpaw nodded, feeling slight envy at Adderpaw and Softpaw. In one moon they'll be warriors, and no mentor can embarrass them. Plus, they'll probably be strong enough to not get killed. Shaking off that last thought, Snowpaw headed toward the fresh-kill pile, and grabbed a fat squirrel. She headed toward the elder's den, and placed it next to Foxcloud. She went back out and fetched a sparrow, before returning to the elder's den and giving it to Silverfern.
Not bothering to listen to the elder's responses, Snowpaw hurried to the apprentice's den, and picked out a nest in the far back that looked like it hadn't been used in a while. She quickly laid down in it, and tried shutting her eyes.
Sleep did not grace her with its presence until the camp fell silent and the air grew cold.
woah look it's me
i'm alive
it's true… the manga didn't absorb my soul
whaaa
(But yes, I have been gifted with the fact that I have read mangas published by VizKids. And yes, I did scream in joy when I heard they had a Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time manga. And yes, I fangirled hard when I read the Gold And Silver/Heart Gold Soul Silver mangas.)
QoTD: Did I write Frostwhisker in a way that he actually sounds like a mentor? If not, tell me, how can I improve?