Warrior Cats: Apprenticehood will feature
-Proper spelling and grammar!
-New Ideas!
-The full apprentice experience!
-A story with pacing and developed characters!
While I'm not posting my game until it's 100% complete, I would appreciate occasional feedback. As I pass some mile marks in the story game, I'll be posting a snippet or two from the story. Lets call the sneak peeks.
#1: First Hunting Lesson
Heatherbelly walks further into the forest, scenting the air continuously. "There!" She hisses softly, and pressed down a large fern leaf. "Look through here, Sunpaw."
You poke your head through the undergrowth, and you see a mouse nibbling on a seed, just a few fox-lengths ahead of you. Prey! "Are you going to show me how to catch it?"
"Not today." Heatherbelly said. "Just watch." You turn your attention back to the mouse. It was no longer nibbling on the seed. It squeaked a few times, and another mouse, much smaller, poked out of a hole in the ground. Mouse pups! You thought excitedly. The mother squeaked again, and two more pups came outside.
"See, Sunpaw?" Heatherbelly purred. "Cats are not the only ones with kin. We are not the only ones with feelings and emotions. This mouse loves her pups like your mother loves you."
You remember all of the times Cindersky doted on you and your sister. Purring you to sleep in the nursery, making sure you were warm and fed. Could mice really feel like that?
"Even birds and squirrels?" You ask Heatherbelly. "Even twolegs?"
She nods. "Yes, even twolegs. Dogs, birds, rabbits and squirrels too."
"Then why do we eat them? Why don't we get along?" You ask, partly sad about all the mice you'd eaten before.
"Because we must." Heatherbelly explained. "We must eat, and the things we eat are mice and squirrels. But remember what I told you, just as warriors will continue, so will our prey. Now, I want you to catch a mouse."
"Now?" You ask.
"Now." Heatherbelly sits tall. "Catch the mouse, any one."
What had Featherpaw shown me? You think back to when you begged the other apprentices to teach you hunting moves.
You leaned to the ground and bunched your young muscles, getting ready to leap. "Now!" Heatherbelly calls, and you make your jump. The sound of the rustling leaves startled the mouse family, and they all dashed.
You landed with claws outstretched, and laded squarely on the mother mouse, the others scattering. "I did it!" You call.
"Great job!" Heatherbelly praised. "Now, bite it's spine. Don't be cruel to the prey, and remember to always respect those who got away."
So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Horribly amazing? So horrible that it impresses you?