You Can Fight...So What? (Tagged)

[Falcon]

Firepaw padded into camp dropping off what he had managed to catch into the fresh kill pile, he was rather proud of himself he was getting to be very talented hunter, not that his mentor cared all Whitehare cared about was fighting that's why he was always with Flintpaw, but Firepaw didn't really care much anymore he was used to his mentor disliking him, he hated him since he was kit because he was half kittypet so Whitehare hating him cause he couldn't fight didn't come as much of a surprise either Firepaw sat down and groomed his fiery pelt until it was smooth wondering what else he wanted to do today BigMable

OOC: Thought this would be a good chance for the apprentices to meet, maybe rivalize or bond or whatever

[BigMable]

Flintpaw stalked into camp, his eyes cold and narrowed in frustration. He was waking up early every morning to practice his hunting on his own. It was the skill he struggled with the most. Over the past half moon he had greatly improved, but today he had come back empty pawed. His tail lashed back and forth as he thought of his failure. Though he hadn't been on a hunting patrol so no cat would know, he still saw the failure as a weakness.

Flintpaw was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Firepaw by the fresh kill pile until he was a tail length away. He met Firepaw's gaze and only gave a nod in acknowledgement of the other tom. Too proud to start a conversation with Firepaw, he silently sat in a patch of sunlight nearby and waited to see if the other cat would say anything to him.

Falcon

[Falcon]

Firepaw nodded back at Flintpaw he turned back to his impressive catch and started to sort it for the elders and queens, he know the elders liked soft and easy to chew prey like mice and the like, he knew they couldn't have bird cause the small feathers could cause them to cough, he knew they queens didn't care to much but he mostly gave them fish in case the kits wanted to try them, knowing that fish would be easiest for them