[mentor?] Amberkit Tries to Hunt

[Darky [Megan]]

The small ginger mackerel tabby was sneaking up on a lizard.
He moved in a very comical manner - paws dragging him forward one at a time, flat on the sand. Tail and rear winking at the ceiling of the enclosure, hind legs pushing him forward.
He neared the green critter he was after, smiling wickedly. With an almighty (Though a bit high-pitched) little 'RAARRRR!', he leapt forward--

And did a faceplant in the sand.

Momentarily shocked, the kitten remained still for five seconds before he realised the situation. He hadn't caught the lizard after all ...
But Amberkit did not lose hope. The kit pulled his head out of the crater he'd created, wondering if he had perhaps at least squashed the lizard. Luckily, it turned out that he had, so the kitten settled down with that.

While he gorged himself on his 'kill', he looked around, eyes bright and eager, face slightly dusty.

[gabe]

- ooc: Crud, sorry. D: -fix'd-

There was a small rustling noise as a few grains of sand were kicked up, the effect of the large, scrawny copper tom racing through them, his eyes locked on the small, furry creature some ten tail-lengths ahead of him. He narrowed his amber eyes, a sense of exhilaration racing through him as the creature fell forward. As of yet, he couldn't tell what it was; he assumed it to be a small rat, and he trusted he could tackle a creature so small. As he grew nearer, however, something didn't seem to be right. After all, the creature was orange. Rats weren't orange, were they?

Copperfur tackled the critter nonetheless, crashing into it and rolling over a few times before hopping to his tawny paws, attempting to blink the sand out of his eyes.

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[Ten]

ooc|

"Whipping around, he eagerly examined his catch....
It was a kit."
--x

Cute, but that falls under the category of powerplay.
Did you read my thread?

[Gosh]

Bronzefoot took a break from grooming himself and studied the young kit who had just 'caught' a lizard. 'Hmmm,' he thought. 'He doesn't look like he has family. If he did, his parents would be around.' Memories of his apprenticehood crowded his mind, and he shook his head. Did he want a reminder of that?
'It doesn't look like I'm going to be getting a mate any time soon,' he thought to himself. 'And if I ever get to the stage where I'm too old to hunt for myself, it would be helpful to have someone loyal to me who could hunt for me.' After a moment, his train of thought headed in another direction. 'If I trained a little one, maybe they would develop the same ideas about Clanhood as me. That would be useful in debates, and more cats against a Clan is good.'
He didn't quite have his heart set on this particular kit, but the young tom didn't totally look unable to be taught. But just as he was about to approach the kit, he started thinking about some other things.
'It would be a while to teach a kit how to hunt, and I'd have an extra mouth to feed. Not only that, but a kit can't go on a rat hunt, and I wouldn't be able to leave a kit alone to wander off. Taking an apprentice could mean me starving.'
He hesitated, but decided to go talk to the kit anyways in a few minutes. Being friendly wouldn't hurt.

[Darky [Megan]]

Amberkit could barely squeak in fright in the moment when he was suddenly cannoned into by a very large ball of fur. He followed the large furball, rolling for a bit. Then the kit bounced once or twice on the sand before stopping and sat up, dazed.

"Whersmasquishylizard," he muttered to himself, blinking and deciding to lie down. It was a few minutes before he raised his head, realizing that he ought to find out what made him fall over. All that was in his blurred view were two tawny paws. Faintly, in the background, he saw a figure, which was Bronzefoot.

Flopping his head back onto the sand, he asked, bewildered, "Why'd 'chu pounce on me?"

[Gosh]

Bronzefoot blinked. "What?" he meowed. "I never pounced on you." He frowned, irritated. "Why would I pounce on you? I've got no reason to pounce on a kit." Thinking that the small kit might be annoyed by this, he added, "Well, I've got no reason to pounce on anyone, really. Except rats." This was a lie-for instance, he would take pleasure in pouncing on Grimykit-but that was irrelevant and besides, he didn't want to scare the little one.

[gabe]

Noticing a new tom on the scene, Copperfur bristled slightly. If this mindless drone of a cat wanted his catch, he'd have to fight for it. "Get your own food." he hissed, taking a threatening step forward. He hadn't yet noticed that his 'food' was a kit; he hadn't really addressed the situation at all, really.

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[Gosh]

"What?" Bronzefoot meowed in complete confusion. "I'm fine for the day, thanks. I never made a single move as to try to steal your food. In fact, by telling me to get my own food, you're inviting me to want to steal yours. Besides, I don't see any food that looks like yours."

[Darky [Megan]]

ooc I find it awesome that Bronzefoot doesn't seem the least bit surprised that Amberkit just got knocked over by Copperfur. xD

bic Amberkit blinked, still a little dizzy, and stood up uncertainly. He looked at Bronzefoot, hearing his reply.
"But somebody pounced on me!" he insisted, and then he noticed Copperfur.

He listened to the tom speaking, and then he felt startled. Food?
Yes, food. The ears - and he flicked his own - had not lied.

He felt his little tummy rumbling. He remembered his half-eaten lizard.

"What food? Did you steal my lizard?" he inquired, pawing at Copperfur and sniffing desperately at the air. "Gimme back my lizard! I know you stole it! Mummy says sharing's important, 'spesh'ly wif food!"

[gabe]

Copperfur stared. "What? What lizard? I don't have your lizard, where's the rat thing I just tackled?" the aggressive tom demanded, glaring down at the kit. "Get your paw off me, I don't have your lizard." he hissed, shaking the kit's paw off. He took a step backward, attempting to address the situation. "All right, I don't remember asking for your smart comments." he directed at the other tom, flicking an ear irately.

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