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Carrotpaw knew her warriors ceremony was upon her at any moment. But she felt so... unworthy. Scarce was an old cat, and with the help of Tigertail and Carrotpaw's maturity developing, she made the realization that she couldn't push the warrior like Carrotpaw herself wanted to be pushed… not like she had done so ignorantly in the beginning.

Especially after Carrotpaw became deathly ill, she could tell Scarce wasn't going to let her push herself nearly as hard. Carrotpaw knew she could though- her body had been through such rigorous and thorough training... it was hard holding back.

Carrotpaw asked Scarce for one last favor before her warriorhood; to let her hunt an owl. Carrotpaw had always seen them whenever Scarce and her went on night patrols. Oftentimes when they went on larger night patrols, Scarce would be so busy talking to other cats rather than Carrotpaw, that she was able to watch and follow an owls movement. The fact they were so quiet and nearly invisible in the night intrigued her. She would never see them during the day, and when she did they were much easier seen, and not nearly was lithe.

This is where she came up with the plan to attack at dawn and catch one for herself. Scarce of course was reluctant, but for some reason, Carrotpaw does not know why exactly- she agreed. Carrotpaw began her hunt right at nightfall with Scarce nearby. Pretty soon right after, due to her past experiences with watching owls, she had caught sight of a northern whet owl in the trees, emerging from its own den and silently flying away.

It was a long hunt, Carrotpaw's patience and stealth had never been tested to such a degree. Stepping on a leaf would have the owl do a complete 360, and sudden movements were no better. As the sun just began to rise; her opportunity came. The owl had a successful hunt right as the sun broke the trees, and Carrotpaw had swiftly climbed up a tree, making sure to position herself above the owl directly. The plan was that whilst the owl was distracted with hurrying to carry its meal and fly up to perch, Carrotpaw would jump down and intercept it; and pin it to the ground.

The plan was flawed but still proceeded exactly as planned.

Carrotpaw released all the tension in her muscles at once as she lunged, no- threw herself down and onto the owl. She had no idea it would put up a fight- and she let out a yowl as its beak took a chunk right out of her ear but it was too late; Carrotpaw's claws were already into the owl and their momentum was already very much in the opposite direction than the owl wanted. The sheer momentum and speed of their descent made it hard for both her and the owl to avoid the branches, both of them making grunts and sounds of pain as the trees limbs hit and cut against their bodies.

They landed with a mighty thud, smaller birds that had hung around, chirped with alarm and fled from the surrounding trees. Carrotpaw hurried before the owl could scratch at her throat or belly and clamped her jaws swiftly and harshly upon its throat. The beginning movements of its resistance were instantly halted and the owls eyes widened slowly before stopping entirely.

Carrotpaw's heart was nearly beating out of her chest but... she did it. Yes her body was sore, and she could feel all the tiny cuts the tree gave her stinging. Along with a number of bruises the branches gave her as well. But she really did it.

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Character is designed and owned by me Coy-Spitz

Art is made by me- please don't heavily reference trace, or repost.

Suntouched-Stones

Description

Carrotpaw knew her warriors ceremony was upon her at any moment. But she felt so... unworthy. Scarce was an old cat, and with the help of Tigertail and Carrotpaw's maturity developing, she made the realization that she couldn't push the warrior like Carrotpaw herself wanted to be pushed… not like she had done so ignorantly in the beginning.

Especially after Carrotpaw became deathly ill, she could tell Scarce wasn't going to let her push herself nearly as hard. Carrotpaw knew she could though- her body had been through such rigorous and thorough training... it was hard holding back.

Carrotpaw asked Scarce for one last favor before her warriorhood; to let her hunt an owl. Carrotpaw had always seen them whenever Scarce and her went on night patrols. Oftentimes when they went on larger night patrols, Scarce would be so busy talking to other cats rather than Carrotpaw, that she was able to watch and follow an owls movement. The fact they were so quiet and nearly invisible in the night intrigued her. She would never see them during the day, and when she did they were much easier seen, and not nearly was lithe.

This is where she came up with the plan to attack at dawn and catch one for herself. Scarce of course was reluctant, but for some reason, Carrotpaw does not know why exactly- she agreed. Carrotpaw began her hunt right at nightfall with Scarce nearby. Pretty soon right after, due to her past experiences with watching owls, she had caught sight of a northern whet owl in the trees, emerging from its own den and silently flying away.

It was a long hunt, Carrotpaw's patience and stealth had never been tested to such a degree. Stepping on a leaf would have the owl do a complete 360, and sudden movements were no better. As the sun just began to rise; her opportunity came. The owl had a successful hunt right as the sun broke the trees, and Carrotpaw had swiftly climbed up a tree, making sure to position herself above the owl directly. The plan was that whilst the owl was distracted with hurrying to carry its meal and fly up to perch, Carrotpaw would jump down and intercept it; and pin it to the ground.

The plan was flawed but still proceeded exactly as planned.

Carrotpaw released all the tension in her muscles at once as she lunged, no- threw herself down and onto the owl. She had no idea it would put up a fight- and she let out a yowl as its beak took a chunk right out of her ear but it was too late; Carrotpaw's claws were already into the owl and their momentum was already very much in the opposite direction than the owl wanted. The sheer momentum and speed of their descent made it hard for both her and the owl to avoid the branches, both of them making grunts and sounds of pain as the trees limbs hit and cut against their bodies.

They landed with a mighty thud, smaller birds that had hung around, chirped with alarm and fled from the surrounding trees. Carrotpaw hurried before the owl could scratch at her throat or belly and clamped her jaws swiftly and harshly upon its throat. The beginning movements of its resistance were instantly halted and the owls eyes widened slowly before stopping entirely.

Carrotpaw's heart was nearly beating out of her chest but... she did it. Yes her body was sore, and she could feel all the tiny cuts the tree gave her stinging. Along with a number of bruises the branches gave her as well. But she really did it.

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Character is designed and owned by me Coy-Spitz

Art is made by me- please don't heavily reference trace, or repost.

Suntouched-Stones