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Originally Posted by .:Blue Wishes:.
Goldenstar nodded as he listened to Nightpaw. He was proud of the apprentince, smiling at her as she spoke. He listened to her continue to state what she did, and he nodded as she continued. The apprentince knew what had happened there, which made things easier for him to teach. Everything she was pointing out were things that he had noticed. “We can work on that,” He said when Nightpaw had finished talking. Sure, they needed food, but they couldn’t always be in hysterics about it. Then again, Golden was in silent hysterics about it. Blinking a few times to try and wipe away the water that had gathered in his eyes from the wind. “Do you want to practice on a stone or pinecone? To use it as fake prey or something?” The leader suggested, shrugging. Prey was going to be scarce, and he couldn’t exactly guarantee that they would catch something. You couldn’t always use real prey however, he guessed, waiting to hear what Nightpaw wanted to do. |
“That sounds good,” Nightpaw replied. It would be easier to practice the steps of tracking prey without the actual pressure of losing out on valuable prey. She glanced about and saw a pine cone on the ground ten tail lengths off. She lowered herself into a crouch and began to stalk toward it, running through the list of things she was supposed to remember about hunting.
Tail just off the ground, not raised but not dragging. Watch for twigs on the ground. Stalk close enough to pounce, don’t charge. She didn’t remember to take the wind into consideration. Once she was close enough, she wiggled her haunches and pounced, then turned to her mentor with a smile on her face.