Chapter 6- Fernpaw
Her green eyes looked through the high grasses while she scented her prey. Rabbits were hard to come by in leaf bare, even more since their pelt changed colors to help them blend in with the snow. Thornwhisker had her training in a completely different way than Ryestar's –no- Ryestorm's. Heatherbreeze had left early this morning so she could receive her lives. "Fernpaw! You're doing it wrong. Crouch then run before you leap then you pounce after you put your claw out. Crouch, run, leap, claws, pounce." Fernpaw rolled her eyes.
"I know, Thornwhisker." He nodded at her to try again. Ryestorm hadn't nagged her like this and even when she had it wrong he wouldn't yell. She scented the air and crouched behind the long grass. When she picked up on the scent of rabbit she ran toward it lightly. It hadn't heard her yet so she leaped at it, letting her claws come out while she was in the air and pounced on it, a perfect kill. "I caught it." She looked at Thornwhisker but he was shaking his head with disapproval.
"On your crouch your tail was slightly too high causing it to twitch to the left. When you ran you dug your paws in too much making you slower. You didn't bunch your legs enough when you leaped causing you to almost not be close enough to your prey. Your pounce was fine until your claws hit the rabbit because-"
Her eyes burned with fire. He was criticizing everything. "Stop! I caught it didn't I? It didn't see me, feel more or scent me. That is all that matters and I know it was a brilliant catch and I know if I did that over and over in front of any other cat in WindClan saw that they would tell me great catch and mean it." She ran away, enraged by how he was treating her.
She slowed down when she reached the slope that lead to RiverClan territory looking over the vast hills to the sparkling rivers. She absentmindedly made her way to the nearest stream to take a drink from the sweet water. It tasted of the open plains at first, brining her one step after another into new heather patches. The taste suddenly got slimy as if she was biting into a fish but could only taste the mucus covering its skin. The mucus disappeared and left the cold, rough texture of scales on her tongue. The scales quickly dissolved and the cold became warm, like blood rushing over her lips after a fresh kill. As soon as the flavors and textures started, they stopped. She experimentally dipped her muzzle in the water trying to taste blood again but tasted water.
Ok I updated soon because of the real Fernpaw (she knows who she is) and I am still looking for a beta. If you are at least mildly interested in doing one chapter shoot me a pm. There is an allegiance list on my profile.