[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Lacking the knowledge of a hunter’s mind, Chrysanthemumshade thought she heard something around her, but each time her head turned in the direction of the noise, she couldn’t detect what it was. Each time she had heard a rustle, she stopped, looked around, then shrugged it off. It must had been the wind. A part of her assumed it was prey, but wouldn’t she be able to smell their scents? She hadn’t been out hunting in...Oh-so-long. She couldn’t even remember the moons.

Chrysanthemumshade felt more like the prey than the predator. Dejectedly, she walked slowly, hoping to pick up a scent soon. Her paws swiped at leaves that were in her path, and for a moment she was fascinated by this little game that she played alone. The silver feline darted after the leaf, and each time she swiped it away, it blew off a few distances,
igniting her to follow along. The stray leaf, in front of her, laid on her ground, unmoving. Chrysanthemumshade thought best to practice her hunting technique before she went for the big game; the real game. Lowering into a crouch, she lifted her rear end into the air, her tail propelling behind her. Chrysanthemumshade shot forward, aiming to grasp the leaf in her jaws, but instead, she tripped over her own paws, rolling into a ball until her back hit the back of a tree. Upside down, and feeling that she saw stars swarming above her head, Chrysanthemumshade was dazed. It took a moment until her surroundings became clear to her. “That,” she began, inhaling deeply. “Was not a smart idea.” The leaf had blew towards her, landing on her nose. Knowing Chrysanthemumshade, she felt it might had been mocking her so out of anger she blew it away and swiped at it with her claws. Being upside down was not a confortable position, so she had to roll over to land back onto her four paws. She shook the debris off her fur. “Ah, that’s bett - woah, is that...” Pause to sniff the air. “Bird I’m smelling?” Even if birds wasn’t her top favorite meal, Chrysanthemumshade wanted to give it a shot. Plenty cats in her clan liked birds, so that should be enough to allow others believe that she contributed to the clan. Looking around once more, Chrysanthemumshade followed a path that she believed was the aroma of a bird...perhaps a starling? A finch? Or, maybe a pigeon? Whatever it was, Chrysanthemumshade’s eyes grew beady, staring at the small creature as it plucked at the ground. Now, her heart began beating at an abnormal speed. This wasn’t a leaf. She couldn’t practice on it. This was a real life creature...one that she had to murder. “Is it too late to become a herbivore?” She giggled awkwardly to herself. Shuffling on her paws, she tried to recite what her former mentor taught her but nothing came to her mind because he never taught her much of anything. Yet, the she cat, although frightened, she was persistent, so giving up was never embedded in her. There’s always more than one right way, gently she lowered herself to the ground.

Wolfglare continued to follow the she-cat, thoughts crossing his head as he did. What is she doing, tromping about in the woods? It’s cold, prey is harder to catch. She’s literally chasing a leaf! Wolfglare stopped for a moment as he watched the silver cat chase a leaf. As she was trying to pounce on it, Wolfglare saw the outcome far before it happened. He wanted to call out to her, but he didn’t want to give his position away. So the black-furred tom just watched with exasperation as Chrysanthemumshade ran into the tree right in front of her. His sharp ears picked up her words. Ya think? Of course it’s not a good idea! Chasing a leaf is kit-play first of all!
As the she-cat was rolling herself upright, bird scent caught Wolfglare’s nose. “Ah here we go.” He breathed, turning his eyes towards the feline again. He didn’t get his hopes up that she would catch it though. She’d already proven herself to be a terrible tracker.
Following slowly, just a few mouse-lengths away, Wolfglare kept his icy blue eyes locked on Chrysanthemumshade, watching every little move she made. He inwardly winced at her lack of an acurrate hunting crouch, but he pushed it aside. The bird was still there, he could smell it. “Is it too late to become a herbivore?” Her small giggle reached Wolfglare’s ears, and the tom let out a quiet huff of anger. He wished he could just go up and give her a small blow across the face right then and there for being so stupid. But he withheld himself, quietly watching. He was so focused on his experiment though, that Wolfglare didn’t notice the small change in the wind, blowing his scent directly towards Chrysanthemumshade.