[Shade.]

Originally Posted by Streamtail

Streampaw

Streampaw nods, a bit of uncertainty clouding her vision. She shakes her head, dispersing all of her doubt and anxiety briefly. Then she perks her ears, listening intently for a rustle of leaves or the faintest scurrying. There. A small shrew is nibbling on a nut or something near a log. Streampaw pinpoints the sound to an old fallen tree a couple fox lengths away from them, a bit far to stalk, but it's not terrible. She drops down into a hunting crouch, being mindful of where she puts her paws and how she holds her tail, starting forward. Each footfall is quiet and deliberate, with each one she gains ground on her prey. Before the shrew has the chance to cry out, it's entangled in her jaws and it's neck is snapped cleanly in two. The bright white molly quickly makes her way back to her mentor, color tainting her cheeks. Should she have done that faster? Or maybe she should have picked closer prey? She takes a deep breath, looking up at her mentor after she gently sets the prey down.

"S-should we head b-b-back or get m-more prey f-for the clan?" She queries, voice quavering.

Was that okay to ask? Should she have already known that? Streampaw gives a little sigh, she should really stop assuming the worst, it's taking a toll on her.

Her apprentice seemed kinda nervous and Roseraven thought it might be time to let her rest.

"I think this is good for now, let's go rest." she responded, pointing her paw in the direction of camp. She was satisfied with the young cat's skills.