Ghost hunt? (Ruffpaw x Foxface)

Ruffpaw had cringed the night before when Foxface had told him that today they would have a hunting a lesson.  The young tom had rolled his eyes at another day of being told how to scent and pounce and he felt as though he had known to do that since his nursery days, which in his mind were far behind him.  It was when the older tom had mentioned crumbling tunnels that the young ruffian's eyes started to fill with interest.  He had heard stories of the tunnels from the elders and his mind whirled with the daring tales of collapsing tunnels where cats met certain death and the maze that even the smartest warrior could get lost in.  Ruffpaw had tucked himself into his nest his excited mind still buzzing with the thrill of the hunt on the next day's lesson.  As he fell asleep he felt the cool stones under his feet and nothing but the bleak darkness of the tunnels met the dusty white apprentice's eyes.  It was no doubt that he was dreaming of his hunt as the vivid smells of small game filled his nose real enough to make his mouth water and belly rumble an empty protest.  He had the biggest mouse he had ever seen a tail length away when suddenly a bellowing noise filled the cavern and he saw a silverish gleam coming down the tunnel.  The cat's paws never touched the ground as it made it's way toward the same mouse.  Suddenly, as Ruffpaw was about to fight for his catch the whole cave seemed to shake as the ground began to dissipate from under him.  As he fled as fast as his little paws could carry him he heard the bellowing of the cat and then nothing as he fell into darkness.

The apprentice sprung to his paws letting out a bit of a meek hiss as the bird's sleepy sympathy showed that it was nearly dawn.  Ruffpaw sat up shaking away the last of his dream and then sat up in his nest using his tongue to wash away the now last faint traces of fear scent from his coat.  Groggily, he stepped out of the apprentice den into the crisp, cool morning air and sat in the clearing watching the rest of silver pelt vanish giving way to the rising sun.  He let out a small, stifled yawn and then realized what was happening and the unmistakable, regular look of thrill and naughtiness appeared in the apprentice's eyes.  Suddenly, he was on his feet and blazing across the camp with such intensity that he looked like white fire as he streaked out onto the cliffs.  Sure it was his first time going into the crumbling caves, but this apprentice had been sneaking on the cliffs since kithood and knew the territory alarmingly well for an apprentice.  Before long his study running had ceased to a saunter as he waited just outside of the tunnels that he had traveled in his night time expedition.  He sat there his tail wrapped around his dainty paws as the sun was now casting a golden gleam across the brown stone omitting them in an amber glow turning everything to a treasure like gleam.  Ruffpaw's ears swivled as if he was trying to catch the same sound as his dream and his mind wandered to the cats that were lost in these tunnels.  Had one visited him in his dream like star clan walked among the leaders and medicine cats of the clans.  His fur stood on end and his paws tingled at the thought of what he might find in that cave.  Every part of him wanted to set out right now into the rocky crevices, but he needed to keep some formality to his training and wait for Foxface.  He would meet him here at sun rise.  That was what Ruffpaw had heard so his mentor would meet up with him soon for this lesson.  Unbeknowst to Foxface, the little ruffian of an apprentice was not here to catch mice or chase birds into the tunnels....Ruffpaw was simply here to go on a ghost hunt!

(ooc: hunting training thread.  Good luck and I hope Fox likes little Ruffpaw)