Can someone teach me to fish?

[Magicheart]

Dreampaw sighed. He wanted to go out training. He wanted to learn how to hunt and protect his clan. Why hadn't he been given a mentor? Lostclan. That's why. he growled to himself. They had interrupted his ceremony, and things had been so chaotic since then, that he hadn't formally been assigned a trainer. The young apprentice walked into the clearing and glanced around. "Will someone take me out hunting?" he meowed, feeling awkward.

[Naijinaxx]

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[atrb=background,http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/af16/dwplimg/NAXX2010BG.png] "...And he dares not give into the pain, he dares not surrender when he falls... for when he picks himself up, whipes the dirt off his chest, he knows fullwell that he'll deal much more..."

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It didn't take him long to get here, suffering a few wounds from the fox hunt a few days ago, he was sore, needed a break from the predator vs. prey routine. In the eyes of the wolverine, there were no such thing as territory, such feline manners held no jurisdiction over him. If he wanted to pass through, -he would. If he wanted to sleep under a tree in their territory -he would do that to. It wasn't like they could tell him no, what were they going to do? -Scare a wolverine, -yee who has the most fearsome reputation as being the most aggressive and violent creatures in forests; to move it? -Neither did I.

And so, Naxx claimed this area, this little river where he could enjoy the one thing he loved more than fox meat, as his temperary lodging; the rivers, and with his form, -his webbed paws, his mastered fishing technique, he was going to get fat in a week -of course, he was already overweight to begine with.

And the European Wolverine did just that, peering over at the rocks, gazing down at the numerous fish down below, sizing up the perfect one that would satiate him for the time being, the wind moving through his thick black-tipped brown fur as his eyes flared down at the waters below, before locating a fat Grayling.

Drawing closer to the water, eyes locked on the target as he rose his right paw, tension in his toes as his claws slowly inched themselves from their fleshy sheathes, paying no attention to the cat a few meters to his left, he waited... gazing deeply into his own reflection, calculating the distortion in the waves, the deepness of the water.

It was instantaneous, without delay, a perfect strike that shattered the water's surface like a glass window, splashing himself in the face as his paw drew beenath the waves, into the school of fish down belows, striking his mark and scooping the fish out of the water and threw it onto shore; clawing having sliced the fish along the side as it flailed out violently in shock before Naxx growled in eager anticipation to himself, turning away from the river and approached his catch of the day, claws striking the rocky bed of the river as he lowered his face to the fish, parting his fangs.

THWACK

-Tail to the side of the face, lifting his mouth in utter surprise and shock, Naxx shook his mouth, cheek burning before he grumbled, realising he had just made a complete fool of himself before he placed a paw on the end of the fish's tail and grabbed it by the middle, his fangs cruching through the armor of the fish before it's violent movements became nothing more than spasms of nerves, raising his eyes to the cat once more, halfway turned -one paw in the air, tail slightly up as he wondered what the kitten was up to... it would seem that he didn't know what it was he was doing; He sighed -though from where he was, the kitten seemed to be speaking to his clan-mates, he didn't hear a word, nor did he really care; as far as the cats were concerned, Naxx was nothing more than another enemy.

-Which was good enough for him.
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[Magicheart]

Dreampaw sighed. It seemed like no one even noticed him anymore. Determined to be trained, the apprentice decided to go out on his own. They won't give me a mentor, it's their own fault! he growled, his usually peaceful disposition on hiatus for the moment. He stalked angrily to the river, paying no attention to what was in front of him until a new scent overwhelmed his nostrils. He gazed up and saw an unfamiliar creature, one of the largest he had ever seen! His fur stood on end, but he froze in place, too frightened to move.

[Naijinaxx]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/afj1mw.png] [scrolly:h(250),w(375),sy] It was a kitten... Nothingmore... nothingless. Harmless in every aspect, undeserving of his attention, -a pitiful creature in every aspect that one could be pitiful. He almost laughed, he didn't know if the kitten was either challenging him, or terrified beyond the aspect of control; -it was almost as though the wolverine himself was waiting fo rthe feline to piss himself in front of him. The fish dangled in his mouth, -ready for his feeding, -yet the kitten continued to stare at him. Naxx wasn't one to really bother the cats, he never was even really interested in them. They were boring, pretending to be important when in fact, they were nothingmore than a food source for him. Declared him as a trespasser among their territory when in fact -they held no jurisdiction over him. This was was but a kitten, one who was too terrified to move, the fear of death read in his eyes, yet among them -he could also read visible fear. -It was good... the wolverine was hungry. Gulo Gulo... Gluttonous Glutton... They were the very words that described everything there was about a wolverine.... every aspect, -down to the very fiber of his character. He had recieved a message from Midnight, the elledged "Hero of the Cats" - A badger that had once helped them, had claimed him to be a hero of some sort, -but was that true? -What did Naxx have in him that could possibly claim him to be a hero? What did he have that she -though she be dead; see in him that could mark him as a hero? -Was it his fury? -His rage? -His relentless tribulation and unholy desire to claim the retribution that his now-dead family deserved? -To spill unholy blood amungst the earth just as they spilt the blood of his family? -Or was it more than that, a pact within him that he was not yet aware of... It didn't matter... the kitten was too close for his own good... one word, he'd inform the others of his pressence; and he'd have more cats to deal with, they'd steal his fish... his food, his effort to survive. He placed the fish down along the rocks, placing a single paw and crushed it with his own weight, the wolverine taking in breaths as he gazed beyond and into the kitten's eyes... easy prey; unable to fight, unable to flee... -terrified with fear, the perfect weakness. A snarl bridged his dog-like muzzle to the rear, visible fangs giving off a glint of light as he treaded forward with a heavy walk along the bed of the still river; wind brushing through black-tipped brown fur as his micro-serated claws scratched along the surface of the rocks, leaving behind scratches along their surface as he made his advance, judged things through his own eyes before he dove in for the kill. The kitten was indeed alone, uncertain as to what it was he had come up against. In most cases, it had been the first time he ever laid eyes upon a creature such as him. Wolverines were two three things... a Phantom -for their remarkable talent at staying hidden, avoiding all eyes, slipping through the shadows like an unseen and unguessed ghost; appearing only when they wanted to be seen. A Demon - for their unrelenting temperment -their remarkable record of the most agile creature in the wild... in 90 minutes, a wolverine could gain 4,900 vertical feet; in .97 seconds, a wolverine could slice out the eyes of it's opponent -leaving them blind... in .79 seconds, a wolverine could lunge at a victim from 48 feet... he had done it before, done it two foxes; killed them both in a blink of an eye with little effort and much terror to the two witnesses. How could Naxx be a hero when he cared nothing for the cats in the first place, they meant nothing to him; and he meant nothing to them other than a force that was feared. Nonetheless, he was a predator, and he had a stomach to be filled... the kitten and the fish... -the perfect course. [/scrolly]

[Magicheart]

Dreampaw moved his gaze from the wolverine momentarily, still stupefied by sheer size of the creature, when he saw a shimmery flicker off to the wolverine's right side. The starry outline of a badger lingered there. A badger? Are there badgers in Starclan? Dreampaw thought, his head thick with confusion. Something about her presence comforted him though. He had heard tales from when he was a kit about the badger that had helped the cats from the old forest make it to here, their new home.

Dreampaw took in a deep breath and nodded, then he walked a couple steps toward the wolverine, holding his head and tail high, though his paws still trembled. "You're here to help us, aren't you?" he meowed.