family reunion (derogatory)

Snailpaw

Gulp. Snailpaw couldn’t help the nerves that had started to get to him, the weight of expectation settled heavily on his shoulders as his father signaled it was his turn. His heart raced; not only was he still rattled from being paired with his neglectful father, but now he had to prove himself right after witnessing the warrior come up empty in his own attempt. Taking a deep breath, Snailpaw turned away and tried to emulate his father’s earlier actions. The cream and black apprentice lifted his nose, attempting to catch the scent of any nearby prey while taking steps away from his father. However, his senses were clouded by his anxiety crawling into his pawsteps, and the forest seemed unusually silent around him. As if the creatures were deliberately hiding from his inexperience attempts.

After several moments of fruitless searching, Snailpaw’s ears flicked towards the sound of the creek water rushing nearby. It was another painstaking failure at tracking, the apprentice wondered if they would have more luck fishing. He stood there, heart sinking before turning around to look at Amberfang, his face a mixture of disappointment and embarrassment. He yearned for words of encouragement from his father. C'mon dad, anything? Do you have anything to say to me? Snailpaw’s failure to track and catch any prey was clear as he flicked his tail back patiently to see what Amberfang would do next.

Tracking Roll: mQpHdTQf1d20-2

Notes: -1 for his age, -1 for wet season
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