Fly

Runningpaw looked up upon hearing Silverstep's voice. Following the direction of his nod, he picked up the scent of squirrel. Did his mentor want...him to try and catch it? He slipped into his crouch, his pelt itching with anxiety as he glanced, unsure, at Silverpelt and Angelwing.

"Little sounds like that are always going to be there." Ashclaw explained, noting his own, frustrating experiences. "You can't expect to catch prey every time." he added. "Trust me, I've had plenty of those." he grumbled.

Sparkpaw nodded. "Yeah." he meowed in agreement. "What do you want e to do now?" he asked.

Ashclaw looked around. "Honestly, I always thought these practice sessions were boring and quite useless." he said, voice lowered. "You seem to know what you're doing, so lets go out into the territory and hunt." he said, flicking his tail toward the oak savannah.

Angelwing glanced at Silverpelt, her blue eyes concerned. "Thanks for letting me come, I'm going to head back." she said. "You're doing great, Silverpelt." she purred, laying her tail briefly on the tom's shoulder before padding away towards camp, her ginger form soon dissapearing into the undergrowth.

Sparkpaw chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Lead on." he meowed eagerly.

Runningpaw nodded, trying to keep his paws from trembling. He slid foreward when there was a much louder snap and he paused, frowing. He looked at Silverpelt. 'Odd....big squirrel...'  he thought, turning back. He moved foreward though, not wanting to disappoint his mentor. He paused, taking a deep breath, and then lunged forward, over the bush. He spotted something black, and suddenly the scent of a Clanmate washed over him. He jerked his paws apart and they slammed harmlessly on either side of Shadowkit, and he skid forward, bringing him nose to nose with the kitten. "W-what?!" he mewed in shock and surprise. A sudden chittering burst ahead of him and squirrel shot up a tree. That explained the squirrel scent...

Shadowkit was on his back, hissing at the sudden movement. He whacked Runningpaw in the nose, startled. He glared at him, amber eyes glowing, a scowl on his face.

Silverpelt watched Angelwing leave curiously, his attention pulled back towards Runngingpaw as he heard a louder snap. He then heard the commotion, and trotted towards Runningpaw. He halted upon seeing Shadowkit, one paw lifted in distaste. He hated kits. His eyes narrowed as he frowned, silver tail flicking slowly. "How...shouldn't you be in camp?" he mewed, as if he was talking to a foul-smelling toad.

Runningpaw felt the blow hit his nose, but it more surprised him than anything, making him take a step back. He looked at Silverpelt and hten back at the Shadowkit, confused and in shock. "Shadowkit! Oh, StarClan, Ravenfeather's going to be furious!" he said in dismay. 'What was he thinking, going out by himself! And he doesn't seem the least bit regretful of being out here alone!'  Runningpaw shuffled his paws and looked at his mentor. "Silverpelt...we should probably bring him back to camp...." 

"Probably, but it's boring in camp. I want to train like all the apprentices!" He said, not regretful at all. He looked at Silverpelt, seeing the dislike, he scowled at him. He rolled and sat up, looking at both of the toms.

Shadowkit's eyes narrowed and he stayed right where he was. He didn't want to go back to camp.

Runningpaw sighed as Shadowkit stayed where he was. So much for training... "Shadowkit, you have to go back camp...." he mewed. "Maybe someone at camp will show you some moves or something." With that, he bent down and grabbed Shadowkit's scruff, lifting him with a small grunt. He wasn't that small, but the look of dislike on Silverpelt's face made him think that he wouldn't pick up the kit if his life depended on it. He quickly followed after his mentor, heading back to camp with the kit in his jaws.

Shadowkit squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp. He glared, going limp in his jaws.