[ti]Private[/ti]Onward!

[pants]

There it was.

The prey.

This was it. This was Creekpaw's moment. 

The young tom crouched down, tail held steady and his paws noiseless as he moved forward. His eyes burning with determination, never once separating the gaze that connected him to his destination. His body moved slowly, yet like a well oiled monster, creeping up on the cat it has chosen. The blue ticked tabby paused, mindful of his hind quarters as he prepared for take off. Everything was set. It was time.

POUNCE!

Creekpaw lept, plunging himself through the air and towards his prey, claws out and ready to kill. His bright yellow eyes remained on his chosen target, aiming his weapons of mass destruction in order to bring down the prey to its inevitable death. The tom wanted to yowl a victory screech, but decided against it as he landed, his paws making contact with his victim and brought it close, prepared to teach it a lesson.

The tom rolled onto his back, a mere leaf getting the beating of a lifetime as the playful apprentice shouted. "Take that, you foxbreath IvyClan beebrain! That'll teach you to trespass!" The tom laughed, holding the leaf between his front paws and ferociously kicking it with his back paws, tearing the plant into tiny shreds. After he had decided that he had won, Creekpaw stood up, shook out his pelt to remove any dirt and dust he accumulated, and then picked up his tattered leaf prize and trotted off. His tail and head were high, proud of his accomplishment. 

As he headed toward a different part of the territory, hoping to get some actual hunting in, a glimpse of white caught his eye. He stood for a moment, tail still upright as he tried to determine who - or what - it was. A cat? Looks like it! And with that, the apprentice bounded over to the source of white fur, leaf waving out of the tom's mouth as he went to go investigate.

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Bumblebee

[Bumblebee]

Moss

Why did the clan need so much moss?

Whitepaw didn't mind gathering it of course. He loved being able to help the clan, even if it was as simple as going out to gather as much of the soft, green plant as he could. The elders had been complaining about not having enough in their nests, so Whitepaw had gotten permission and ventured out of camp to find as much as he could carry. Of course all of the places right near camp had been stripped clean, being a quick and easy place to get it, so the fluffy white tom had to venture a bit farther into the forest to find a some thicker moss.

He walked with his tail erect, taking his sweet time in his quest as he enjoyed the forest around him. Sunlight dappled through the leaves above and decorated the forest floor with a beautiful array of dancing lights. With a soft chuckle, he pounced from dapple to dapple, grabbing at them as if they were prey he could actually catch. Of course he knew better, but it was still fun for him. Eventually he straightened up and shook himself out. He had a task to do after all! He couldn't get too distracted!

So he pushed on, far enough into the forest now to actually start looking for the green prize he was after. He froze though as he heard something. Faint speaking? His ears swiveled around, searching for the source of the faint voice, but soon decided it must be a distant patrol or something and continued on, unaware that he had been spotted by the source of the noise.

[pants]

As Creekpaw padded forward, his blue-gray eyes never left his target. Whoever it was didn't seem to have seen or heard him yet, as the white-furred body continued forward. Creekpaw quickened his pace and managed to catch a glimpse of the cat's face. It was Whitepaw! Creekpaw grinned. He hadn't been able to talk to the tom as of late, but was glad to see him out here alone. Perhaps they could catch up!

"Hiya, Whitepaw!" Creekpaw greeted between the teeth that clenched his leaf. He smiled, taking a leap and landing right behind the other apprentice, tail sky-high and ears perked. Ever since Whitepaw became the medicine cat apprentice, the two couldn't battle train anymore. The white cat was always busy learning about herbs and doing whatever medicine cats do. Creekpaw wouldn't know. He tended to focus on his own warrior training. But that didn't stop him from greeting the other tom when he had a chance.

"Whatcha doin' out here? Findin' herbs?" The blue tom inquired, looking around for some strange plants that might be of interest to his former denmate. However, his lack of knowledge led him to blink and stare blankly at the foliage before him until he decided that he lacked the knowledge to find anything immediately and returned his gaze to Whitepaw.

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Bumblebee